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We're pinch'd in our bellies as also our clothes,
The shoemaker he pinches all of our shoes;
I'm sure the poor people have reason to sing,
And wish all these rogues in a halter to swing.
The farmer, and miller, and butcher don't fail,
They're fond of pulling old Nick, by the tail,
If they do not lower the price of the meat,
Jack-catch in a halter will make them to sweat.
The Faint-Hearted BATCHELOR.
LONG time have I courted a bonny fair maid,
But now for to marry her I am afraid,
If she proves with child my sorrow begins,
Then I must provide both blankets and pins.
Blankets and pins, blankets and pins,
Then I must provide both blankets and pins.
When my wife lies in, the charges are great,
There is bread and cheese for the gossips to eat,
There's gruel and sugar for the lying in wife,
Those things are sufficient to plague a man's life.
Blankets and pins, blankets and pins, &c.
There is sugar and butter to get for the child,
All this is sufficient to put a man wild,
A spoon and a sauce-pan, the milk for to boil,
A cradle also for to quiet the child.
Blankets and pins, blankets and pins, &c.
The midwife wants money and nurse-keeper too,
And trade is so bad there is nothing to do,
There is nothing to do, which makes me run wild,
All this to provide for another man's child.
Blankets and pins, blankets and pins, &c.
