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 ''Stop, Neighbours! stop! why these alarms?''
 * The Ox is only glad—

But still they pour from cots and farms— Halloo! the parish is up in arms, (A hoaxing-hunt has always charms)
 * Halloo! the Ox is mad.

The frighted beast scamper'd about;
 * Plunge! through the hedge he drove—

The mob pursue with hideous rout, A bull-dog fastens on his snout; He gores the dog, his tongue hangs out;
 * He's mad! he's mad, by Jove!

"Stop, Neighbours, stop!" aloud did call
 * A sage of sober hue.

But all, at once, on him they fall, And women squeak and children squall, "What! would you have him toss us all?
 * "And damme! who are you?"