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13 16. Had ye no pity, no regret,

No sympathy for widow Kate?

The man who took her whole estate,

The wheel she span at,

Must surely have a breast of slate,

A heart of granite.

17. Ye sent your mandates o'er the knowe,

And roup'd her out, both stick and stow;

She got from you a new-ealvedcalved [sic] cow

She could not pay;

And really little wonder how,

It died next day.

18. Ye saw, and likewise had been told,

It had the murrain e'er 'twas sold;

And yet the beast ye did uphold

In health uncommon,

And palmed it on, the silly old

Poor widow woman.

19. Your servants you have hungered, too;

And when at terms their fees were due,

Their petty faults you would review

In grim array,

And from their little earnings screw

One-half away.

20. If some who served you ehoscchose [sic] to state

What they about you could relate,

The world your deeds would execrate

By pen and tongue,

And honest men, without regret,

Could see you hung.

21. We overheard you lately say.

When starting to the town with hay,

"Lads, when ye weigh it by the way,

Tram griths keep on."

This made some forty, by foul play,

Weigh fifty stone.