Songs Of The Road. Артур Конан Дойл

           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