O then in great trouble was he,
How that he might safely convey her,
For fear any body should see.
The next was John Blythman, esquire;
Indeed he was much to blame,
To kill a hare with a gun is right cruel,
Tho’ gentlefolks may think it game.
Then Grundy came cursing and swearing,
Which is the chief end of his talk,
He shot her, and swore by his maker,