Your threats we nothing fear, O.'
He's fetched him in, he's fetched him in,
Gone all his swiftness, all his din,
White fang, and glowering eye, O:
'Here is your beast,
And now at least
My herds in peace shall lie, O.'
"In peace!" my lord, O mark me well!
For what my jolly hound befell
You shall sup twenty-fold, O!