Mum Doubtful, Tom Guzzle, Jack Jaw, and Ned Tilly, Dick Doubty, Jan Numskull, and Blockheaded Billy, Jan Clod from the vield, Janny Jumps from the Shop, His father sells Incle, woll buy and woll zwop; Young Nincompoop Simpkins, the son of Jan Huffer, Wat Windy, Soft Stephen, and Peter the Puffer, Like mazed men were eager their plans to express, Tho’ as to their reasons they cou’d not be less, Where brains are but little and Tyranny’s found Much bother and bluster most times do abound. Our Squires of those yet but a few by the bye War zich; as to their others, that’s all in my eye, Our Squires and Parsons and limbs of the Law Determined strong rules and resolves for to draw, And then in the Papers the whole advertise, Sure most as they thaut you’d be acting more wise, All Game must in future to none else belong, Their Rerts were so clear, their powers so strong. To dinner they went, where they grinned and they sneer’d; The Bottle pushed round till with drink their eyes glared, All speakers at once, nort but d—m—ie was plain, Ev’n Parsons took roundly the Lord’s name in vain; The Reckoning discharged yet at this zome looked bluff, And grudged the expense tho’ ’twas reasonable enough; Zome gallopped away, zome halted at ease, Zome mounted their ponies and two wheeled post chaise. Not far howsomever went Mum Doubtful ’twas zed When he tumbled and luckily valled on his head; Tom Guzzle over zit in a Ditch on the road, And eased his gorged Stomach of part of its load. Jan Clod lodged his bones where bars grow in clumps, And under a hen roost sprawled leet Janny Jumps, Reversed lay Soft Staphen his heels only zeed, The rest was concealed in the Briers and Weed; Here plunged in a Buddle roll’d Parson Jack Daw, There bald pate Dick Doubty was emptying his Maw, Wat Windy proceeded, but at length came to ground, Zome say that his nose in a Cow Dung was found; But Nort’s ne’er in danger who’s born to be hung, Will never meet death till on gallows he’s slung. Jan Numscull, a Mushroom that’s lately arose, Now stretched on a Dunghill had fuming repose; Young Nincompoop Simpkin lay speechless hard by, A large Dap of Cow Dung had closed his left eye, And Peter the Puffer, he could not tell how, In spite of his boasting rode into a slough, While snug in a hogstie got Parson Ned Tilly, And under a Vuz bush snored Blockheaded Billy, Thus ended the meeting that made Poachers tremble. The next thee shall hear when again they assemble.