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 ( 5 ) There's Swillguts, the Publican, low he will ſneer, When he ſees you have money, and calling for beer; He'll bring you a reliſh to make the pot walk, But I'd have you beware of the nitch in his chalk. For honeſty's quite out of faſhion, And this is the rig of the times. So much now in faſhion is taking of ſnuff, If you aſk a halfpennyworth, ſhopkeepers will huff; They'll give you ſo little, as now the price goes, It cauſes a poor man to curſe his wife's noſe ! For honeſty's quite out of faſhion, And this is the rig of the times, The next are the gardeners' tricks you shall hear, For the first of the ſeaſon they'll make you pay dear, The rotteneſt fruit to the bottom they'll pack, And out of a buſhel there'll want half a peck. For honeſty's quite out of faſhion, And this is the rig of the times. The beſt air balloon preſit, the poor folks will find, Is to ſend them all up in a high gale of wind. The balloon in the air, and the clouds fit to burſt, And the biggeſt of rogues to break his neck firſt, For honeſty's quite out of fashion, And this is the rig of the times,