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The Ox was glad, as well he might,
Much like a beast of spirit.
“Stop, Neighbours / stop ! why these alarms ?
The Ox is only glad—
Halloo ! the Ox is mad.
The frighted beast scamper'd about;
Plunge ! through the hedge he drove--
He's mad ! he's mad, by Jove !
“Stop, Neighbours, stop!” aloud did call
A sage of sober hue.
“ And damme ! who are you?”
* “You cruel dog !" at once they bawl-1798.
And curse him o'er and o'er-
Of a presbyterian whore !”
“ You'd have him gore the parish-priest,
And run † against the altar-
Mat, Dick, Tom, Bob and Walter.
Stood trembling in his shoes;
him his death's bruise.
* One of the many fine words which the most uneducated had about this time a constant opportunity of acquiring from the sermons in the pulpit and the proclamations in the
The frighted beast ran on—but here,
(No tale, tho' in print, more true is) *
A tear for good old Lewis !
X. The frighted beast ran through the town; †
All follow'd, boy and dad, Bull-dog, Parson, Shopman, Clown : The Publicans rush'd from the Crown, “Halloo ! hamstring him ! cut him down !"
THEY DROVE THE POOR OX MAD.
Should you a Rat to madness tease
Why even a Rat may plague you : There's no Philosopher but sees That Rage and Fear are one diseaseThough that may burn and this may freeze,
They're both alike the Ague.
Faced round like any Bull
* The baited ox drove on-but here
The gospel scarce more true is—1798. † The ox drove on right through the town—16.
The mob turn'd tail, and he pursued,
But had his belly full.
Old Nicholas, to a tittle !
Squirt out some fasting-spittle.
Achilles was a warrior fleet,
The Trojans he could worry-
The mob fled hurry-scurry.
Through gardens, lanes and fields new-plough’d,
Through his hedge, and through her hedge,
That had more wrath than courage.
* With fright and fear-1798.
+ According to the superstition of the West-Countries, if you meet the Devil, you may either cut him in half with a straw, or force him to disappear by spitting over his horns.
He made for these poor ninnies,
A sight of golden guineas !
The man that kept his senses ;
For all the parish-fences."
What means this coward fuss ?
See, here's my blunderbuss.
“ A lying dog ! * just now he said
The Ox was only gladLet's break his presbyterian head !” “Hush !” quoth the sage, "you've been misled; No quarrels now let's all make head
YOU DROVE THE POOR OX MAD.”
* A barefaced dog !-1798.