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Fab. III. The Farmer and the Badger.
A
Badger once did ravage all the Fields
Belonging to a Farm;
Dug up the Earth, and spoil'd all that it yields,
And did a wond'rous harm.
The Farmer haloo'd on his Dog,
Thinking thereby to quell her;
But being bred to hunt the Hog,
He knew not how to kill her.
The Farmer sends for a young Squire
To come with all his Hounds;
His and their Aid he does require,
To beat her from her Mounds.
The Squire came, with all his Hounds
The Badger did pursue.
He ravag'd all the Farmer's Grounds,
And kill'd the Badger too.
Some little mischief true he did,
In beating down the Corn,
And breaking Hedges as he rid:
So small a Loss was born.
For, says the Farmer, now my Sheep
May more securely graze;
My Poultry may the Henroost keep,
I'm better than I was.
Belonging to a Farm;
Dug up the Earth, and spoil'd all that it yields,
And did a wond'rous harm.
The Farmer haloo'd on his Dog,
Thinking thereby to quell her;
But being bred to hunt the Hog,
He knew not how to kill her.
The Farmer sends for a young Squire
To come with all his Hounds;
His and their Aid he does require,
To beat her from her Mounds.
The Squire came, with all his Hounds
The Badger did pursue.
He ravag'd all the Farmer's Grounds,
And kill'd the Badger too.
Some little mischief true he did,
In beating down the Corn,
And breaking Hedges as he rid:
So small a Loss was born.
For, says the Farmer, now my Sheep
May more securely graze;
My Poultry may the Henroost keep,
I'm better than I was.
65
If our Deliverance from our Foes,
And Popish Tyranny,
Ben't worth the Mony has been rose,
'Tis pity we are free.
'Tis certain wisely we have done,
To keep the Nation safe,
In giving part as we have done,
To save the better half.
And Popish Tyranny,
Ben't worth the Mony has been rose,
'Tis pity we are free.
'Tis certain wisely we have done,
To keep the Nation safe,
In giving part as we have done,
To save the better half.
Poems on Affairs of State | ||