And set her against a hedge-side;
Our gunners were rambling the fields thro’,
So that pussy was quickly espy’d.
Mr Tindal, the first that espy’d her,
Said that he lov’d a roast hare,
And that he would have her tit supper,
For he for the law did not care.
The better his purpose to answer,
He charged his gun well with slugs,
And firing right manfully at her,