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I took the (illegible text)uckle pot on my back,
And to the ale-houſe I did pack,
I ſpent it in an afternoon,
For good ale keeps my heart aboon.

I wiſh they were a' hanged on a gallows,
That winna keep good ale for good fellows,
And keep a ſoup till the aftertoons
Four good ale keeps my heart aboon.
Good ale comes, &c.


ABRAHAM NEWLANDS.


NEVER was a man ſo bandied by Fame,
(illegible text)ocean, and thro lend,
As one (illegible text)wrote upon every Bank Note,
and you all I muſt know Abraham Newland.
O, Abraham Newland!
Notorious Abraham Newland :
I've heard people ſay. Sham Abraham you may,
but you (illegible text)'t tham Abraham Newland.

For faſhions of arts, ſhould you ſack foreign parts,
it matter's not wherever you land,
From C(illegible text) to Greek all language will ſpeak,
if the language of Abraham Newland.
O(illegible text) Abraham Newland !
Aſtoniſhing Abraham Newland:
Whatever you lack, you'll get in a crack,
by the credit of Abraham Newland.


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