To drive the rabbits in;
A soft, sweet night in late July
We lay among the bracken 'igh
That 'eld the mid-day sun,
While mute an' wise ole Toby ranged enjoyin' of the fun.
But soon we 'ears the rabbits squeak,
A-kickin' in the cords,
An' gets among 'em, so to speak,
Like gentlemen an' lords;
We slips along their necks to wring,