H-1086. На Чаба
Домашним хвастал: жита, мол, припас,
Пирог на Рождество ждёт знатный вас;
Но вскоре, надо ж, - хлеба вдруг не стало:
На пиво Чаб зерна извёл немало.
1086. Upon Chub
When Chub brings in his harvest, still he cries,
Aha my boyes! heres wheat for Christmas Pies!
Soone after, he for beere so scores his wheat,
That at the tide, he has not bread to eate.