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 I hunted my Merry all into the barley, And there the poor puss was pursued old Snarley. With my Hickerly Tout, etc.

I hunted my Merry all into the wheat, And there the sly puss did attempt us to cheat. With my Hickerly Tout, etc.

I hunted my Merry all into the rye, And there the poor hare was constrained to die. With my Hickerly Tout, etc.

I hunted my Merry all into the oats And there I cut off both his paw and his scutt, With my Hickerly Tout, etc.

XXXVIII. THE LITTLE MAN

There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook, And he saw a little duck, And he shot it through the head, head, head.