John Clare - Badger lyrics

The badger grunting on his woodland track With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes. With nose on ground he runs an awkward pace, And anything will beat him in the race. The shepherd's dog will run him to his den Followed and hooted by the dogs and men. The woodman when the hunting comes about Goes round at night to stop the foxes out And hurrying through the bushes to the chin Breaks the old holes, and tumbles headlong in. When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den And put a sack within the hole, and lie Till the old grunting badger pa**es by He comes an hears - they let the strongest loose The old fox gears the noise and drops the goose The poacher shoots and hurries from the cry And the old hare half wounded buzzes by They get a forked stick to bear him down And clap the dogs and take him to the town And bait him all the day with many dogs And laugh and shout and fright the scampering hogs He runs along and bites at all he meets They shout and hollo down the noisy streets He turns about to face the loud uproar And drives the rebels to their very door The frequent stone is hurled where'er they go When badgers fight, then everyone's a foe The dogs are clapped and urged to join the fray' The badger turns and drives them all away Though scarcely half as big, demure and small He fights with dogs for hours and beats them all The heavy mastiff, savage in the fray Lies down and licks his feet and turns away The bulldog knows his match and waxes cold The badger grins and never leaves his hold He drives the crowd and follows at their heels And bites them through - the drunkard swears and reels The frighted women take the boys away, The blackguard laughs and hurries on the fray He tries to reach the woods, and awkward race But sticks and cudgels quickly stop the chase He turns again and drives the noisy crowd And beats the many dogs in noises loud He drives away and beats them every one And then they loose them all and set them on He falls as dead and kicked by boys and men Then starts and grins and drives the crowd again Till kicked and torn and beaten out he lies And leaves his hold and crackles, groans, and dies Some keep a baited badger tame as hog And tame him till he follows like the dog. They urge him on like dogs and show fair play. He beats and scarcely wounded goes away. Lapt up as if asleep, he scorns to fly And seizes any dog that ventures nigh. Clapt like a dog, he never bites the men But worries dogs and hurries to his den. They let him out and turn a harrow down And there he fights the host of all the town. He licks the patting hand, and tries to play And never tries to bite or run away, And runs away from the noise in hollow trees Burnt by the boys to get a swarm of bees.