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                             (  5  ) Hypocrites who live among us, Oui profession they dispise, Empty fools without foundation. Are neither loyal, just nor wife.

Our churchmen they are little better. It the truth was fully known, They take the king for Britain’s head, But part of his law they will not own. Brotherly love is from among us. Neighbours they can not agree, They spend their money at the law, And cometh soon to poverty.

Reckoning, sharping, and deceiving, ’Tis hard to find a man that’s juft, Because he seldom finds the way, To pay the thing he gets on truft, There are dice-men, show-men, swin-

lers

People pretending to be dumb, Fortune-tellers and quack-doctors, By such vagrants we’re undone.

Our merchants buy up meal and corn, Butter, beef, eggs and cheese,