John Wall Callcott - Epitaph on Sir John Calf - текст песни (слова)

All people now in your behalf 
 think of the fate of Sir John Calf.
 O cruel death, more cunning than a fox,
 that would not let this Calf live til he became an ox.
 Oh that might have eaten both brambles and thorns
 and when he came to his father's years
 he might have worn the horns.