Come, gentlemen, attend to my ditty,
All you that delight in a gun;
And, if you’ll be silent a minute,
I’ll tell you a rare piece of fun.
Fal lal, &c.
It was on the tenth of November,
Or else upon Martinmas-day,
A gentleman,[70] who lov’d pastime,
Got a hare-skin well stuff’d with hay.
Then into the field he convey’d her,