And there all the night did repose,
And then, the next day being Sabbath,
Away he to Whittingham goes;
Where he to revenge the miscarriage
Of his little scatter-brain’d nag,
He went to the clerk of the parish,
To get him expos’d for a vague.
The clerk he soon set up his cropping,
And made a great bustle and stear;
The church-yard appear’d like a hopping,