It’s horribly damp and he’s got the cramp
And there’s nothing at all to see.
The clock struck two, and then half-past,
The day began to break;
The badger came back to his earth at last
And found our friend awake.
Sing boom and bang! the welkin rang,
The Parson, “Hurrah!” he cried:
The badger lay there with his legs in the air
And an ounce of shot inside.