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 You may eat and drink of the fat of the land,

For you have the markets now at your command,

But yet your high prices may ſoon fly away,

And you take a halter and make no delay.

Your conſcience and you, a reck’ning muſt have,

When your burſlen carcaſe is laid in the grave,

Your gold will not clear you, nor juſtice allure,

Not make an atonement for wronging the poor.

You ſhall be rewarded with what you deſerve,

For thus your diſigning, the poor for to ſtarve;

And what do you know, but yourſelf may yet need?

Altho' you debar them from begging their bread.

Now you greedy farmers and traders alſo,

I fear you are working your own overthrow;

The French you uphold, with the beſt of our grain,

Perhaps they may come for their money again.

LL you jolly lovers, I pray you attend,

Unto theſe few verses which here I have penn'd;

Of a hard hearted miſtreſs, who ſtill bids me go,

But what's that to any man whither or no!

Of a hard hearted miſtreſs, who ſtill bids me go:

Scadation, dandation ſhe valin ſhivo.

She's conquer'd my heart, and ſhe's gain'd my eſteem,

But ſhe rallies me ſtill as I were in a dream:

Yet her ſmiles does engage me, her frowns bids me go,

But what's that to any man, &c.

She's tall, as the cedar, ſhe's mild as the dove,

She's every way neat, juſt as one made for love;

Yet ſhe has a cold heart, and that I do know!

But what's that to any man, &c.

Her forehead's like iv'ry: eyes like drops of dew,

With cheeks like the cherries, ſo pleaſant to view;

Her neck is as white as the new fallen ſnow!

But what's that to any man, &c.