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The Poor MAN'S Looking GLASS.
СOme all ye true Britons, and be not afraid,
And lend ſome aſſiſtance our friends for to aid,
To fight the proud French by ſea or by land,
And let not miſconduct appear in our hand.
Sing fall dar rall, &c.
Sing fall dar rall, &c.
Pray let no falſe Judas our courage diſmay,
Who buys up our corn for to ſend it away;
To feed our proud enemies and to maintain,
A cloſe correſpondence with France and proud Spain.
But one in this kingdom whom I ſhall not name,
Who many poor people have reaſon to blame;
For the great exorbitant prices of the corn,
I wiſh that ſuch a juſtice had never been born.
A perjured villain, he ſurely muſt be,
His poſt and his actions, in no ways agree:
He ſwore his allegiance which every one knows,
And yet ſent proviſions to feed our proud foes.
There's many ſuch factors as he to be found,
Who keeps up the markets, the poor to confound:
And hard hearted farmers to give them their turn,
Who lives by extortion and makes the land mourn.
For early next morning, a farmer we find,
Was walking, along where he met with a Hind:
A poor honeſt fellow upon the high way,
Who took off his hat and bid him good day.
What news honeſt fellow, have you got to tell?
How far are you going, and where do you dwell:
Down in a ſmall village the poor man did ſay,
And it is not much further I'm going this way,
