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And then the ‘untsman ‘e was beat. ‘Is
‘orse ‘ad tripped and fell.
“By George,” said Brown, “I’ll go alone,
and follow it to well,
The place that it belongs to.” And as ‘e
made the vow,
There broke from right in front of ‘im
the queerest kind of row.

There lay a copse of ‘azels on the border
of the track,
And into this two ‘ounds ‘ad run them
two was all the pack —
And now from these ‘ere ‘azels there came
a fearsome ‘owl,
With a yappin’ and a snappin’ and a
wicked snarlin’ growl.

Jeremiah’s blood ran cold a frightened
man was ‘e,
But he butted through the bushes just
to see what ‘e could see,
And there beneath their shadow, blood
drippin’ from his jaws,
Was an awful creature standin’ with a
‘ound beneath its paws.

A fox? Five foxes rolled in one a
pony’s weight and size,
A rampin’, ragin’ devil, all fangs and
‘air and eyes;
Too scared to speak, with shriek on shriek,
Brown galloped from the sight
With just one thought within ‘is mind —
“The doctor told me right.”

That evenin’ late the minister was seated
in his study,
When in there rushed a ‘untin’ man, all
travel-stained and muddy,
“Give me the Testament!” he cried, “And
‘ear my sacred vow,
That not one drop of drink shall ever pass
my lips from now.”

‘E swore it and ‘e kept it and ‘e keeps it to
this day,
‘E ‘as turned from gin to ginger and says ‘e
finds it pay,
You can search the whole o’ Sussex from
‘ere to Brighton Town,
And you wouldn’t find a better man than
Jeremiah Brown.

And the vision it was just a wolf, a big
Siberian,
A great, fierce, ‘ungry devil from a show-
man’s caravan,
But it saved ‘im from perdition and I
don’t mind if I do,
I ‘aven’t seen no wolf myself so ‘ere’s
my best to you!