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’Tis reck’ning, ſharping and deceiving,
'tis hard to find a man that's juſt;
Becauſe they ſeldom find the way,
to pay the thing they take in truſt.
There's dicemen, ſhowmen, mountainſailors,
people pretending to be dumb,
Fortune-tellers and quack-doctors,
by ſuch vagrants we're undone.
Our merchants buy up meal and corn,
beef and butter and our cheeſe,
Sends it o'er to foreign countries,
for to maintain our enemies.
But now of late we are informed,
that their ſhips are pris'ners ta'en,
Who are going with proviſion,
the French army to maintain.
The French has got our men and money,
deny this neighbours if you dare,
And for your thanks you plainly ſee,
they reward you with open war.
Dutchmen too that treach'rous crew,
altho' they were with us in league,
They promis'd to aſſiſt the French,
for preſervation of their trade.
Before the war, diſtreſs'd and poor,
both high & mighty now they're grown,
To them we gave a great collection,
and had not pow'r to help our own.
