[North Wilts.]
A Harnet zet in a hollow tree,--
A proper spiteful twoad was he,--
And a merrily zung while a did zet
His stinge as zharp as a baganet,
'Oh, who's zo bowld and vierce as I?--
I vears not bee, nor wapse, nor vly!'
_Chorus_--Oh, who's zo bowld, etc.
A Bittle up thuck tree did clim',
And scarnvully did luk at him.
Zays he, 'Zur Harnet, who giv' thee
A right to zet in thuck there tree?
Although you zengs so nation vine,
I tell'e it's a house o' mine.'
_Chorus_--Although you zengs, etc.
The Harnet's conscience velt a twinge,
But growin' bould wi' his long stinge,
Zays he, 'Possession's the best law,
Zo here th' shasn't put a claw.
Be off, and leave the tree to me:
The Mixen's good enough vor thee!'
_Chorus_--Be off, and leave, etc.
Just then a Yuccle passin' by
Was axed by them their cause to try.
'Ha! ha! it's very plain,' zays he,
'They'll make a vamous nunch for me!'
His bill was zharp, his stomack lear,
Zo up a snapped the caddlin pair.
_Chorus_--His bill was zharp, etc.