And shoot it into the town ;
The mark must show where it must go,
Whenever it lights down.”
The project it was well perform’d,
The sheriff that letter had,
Which when he read, he scratch’d his head,
And rav’d like one that’s mad. {329}
So we’ll leave him chafing in ‘his’ grease,
Which will do him no good :
Now, my friends, attend, and hear the end