And seek the neighboring drain,
So met these dung-born tribes in one,
As swift in their career,
And so to Newbridge they ran on—
But all the cows got clear.
Poor parson Caldwell, all in wonder,
Saw the returning train,
And mourn’d to Wayne the lack of plunder,
For them to steal again.
For ’twas his right to steal the spoil, and