The Idle Rich and Idle Poor,
They passed me by on a hunting tour,
To satisfy their lust to kill,
Reynard's blood they sought to spill.

The Idle Rich on horse's backs,
Follow hounds that scent the tracks,
While Idle Poor on "Shankie's Naggie",
Open gates for his Lordship's Lady.

The Idle Rich with fleety gear,
Keep Idle Poor well in the rear,
O'er hill and dale as on they rush,
The prize to win is Reynard's brush.

A social system with Rich and Poor,
Chasing foxes in the moor,
You're humble servant here doth tell,
Will end its days sweltering in H--.

Original vesrion had slightly
different second verse:

"The hungry hounds got on his track
 And idle rich on horse's back
 While idle poor on Shankie's Naggie
 Opened gates for his lordship's lady."