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[ 7 ] A MONSTROUS GOOD SONG.

GOOD people attend hore a while to my song, 'Tis true, I aſſure you, and not very long, I flatter myſelf that no perſon here grudges To give his opinion, your monſtrous good judges.

All trades and employments are grown very dead, And poor folk in Britain can hardly get bread. Whilſt the rich roll in ſplendour & live their eaſe, T'is a very hard caſe, you may think as you pleaſe.

The ſage politician, kill lover on the times, On ruin and beggary ringing the chimes: For his ſchemes which be plans his pay is too ſmall, But he's monſtrouſly vex'd when he gets none arall,

The farmer he growls and be grambles all day, Says the taxes are to heavy he can't pay his way, His corn he muſt raiſe in the next market-hall, Which in time makes it monſtrous bad for us all.

The price of the meat in the market is ſuch, The rich they may get, but the poor can't it tough, And the butcher he ſays that he was much ado Yet to live, he's a lyer, this is monſtrouſly true.

The ladies, good creatures, mean all for the beſt, In changing of faſhions, and altering of dreſs, With their necklace, & earbobs, likewiſe their rings, To embellish themſelves, are monſtrous good things.

So let's drink a health to K George on the throne, Likewiſe to the Queen, & to Prince George his ſoul, Could I now bur fell so each one in this throng, I ſhould think this of mine was a monſtrous good ſong.