By the laws of this great countree.”
“Hush! hush! not a word!” the Fowler he said,
“You’ll do no such a thing,” said he;
“For out of this game my friends shall be fed,
And you shall be first, d’ye see? see? see?
And you shall be first, d’ye see?”
So a bargain was straightway struck between
The Fowler and sly J. B.,
And many a year, in the forest green,
They feasted right loving-ly, lee, lee,