Three Cows.
Three cows were seized for the tithe rent in the West,
For the parson’s tithe in old Ruthin’s town,
And the Taffies flocked, with a lively zest,
To the farm to see the crummies knocked down
For parsons want tithes, and farmers must pay,
Though crops may fail, and quarter-day,
And bankruptcy they be reaching.
Three bailiffs ran after the cows in the park,
After the cows amid laughter and groan,