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my Old Hat was New, it is

about fourſcore of years,

But now it is both old and torn,

fall'n down about my ears.

It was made of the ſilk ſo fine,

and ſtood above my brow,

O what a ſtrapping youth was I,

when my old hat was new.

About threeſcore of years ago,

the truth I do declare,

Every one took other's words,

I wot they ſought nae mair:

Now bonds and bills cannot men hold,

their words are ſo untrue,

Such villainy did not abound,

when my old hat was new.

Where brotherly love did once abound,

there's nothing now but feud,

For they take many poor mens ground,

that they can get no bread,

And makes them wander up and down,

but knows not what to do;

In my young days it was not ſo,

when my old hat was new.

For the moſt thing a farmer had,

was but a plough of land,