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3 Then plenty in our country once more we will

When the meal mongers open

The

For extortioning the poor, not

For the Meal in ship loads is sent far away,

While our enemy is supported by land and by sea;

The I tell you  know very well,

No matter such should hang all themselves.

So now to conclude I will made an end,

Your patience not to weary, not tire my pen,

Some more in a short time I mean for to ,

But no more at present, but long live the King!

THE NEW MADE SHILLING.

As I went up the market-street,

To spend some money to buy me meat,

They a sixpence in my hand;

that a dozen would not get a drain.

Plague come on the new silver,

O the weary silver O!

The case is hard we may well own,

I went to buy my wife a gown,