Their dead; and—such their insolence—
Slink at odd times to sing and pray
As Christians do—all make-pretence!—
Which wickedness they perpetrate
Because they think no Christians see.
They reckoned here, at any rate,
Without their host: ha, ha! he, he!
"For, what should join their plot of ground
But a good Farmer's Christian field?
The Jews had hedged their corner round