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Foreigners we did encourage,
ay dear neighbour that is truth,
Good Scotch ale and Highland whiſkie,
had not reliſh in our mouth.
Brandy and rum we chuſe to drink,
and many a coſtly thing beſide,
There's nothing that appears amongſt us,
but perfect poverty and pride.
Now obſerve the pride of women,
how they walk with ſuch an air,
With ribbons, rings, ruffles and fans,
capuchines and foreheads bare.
Our ſervant-maids are now ſo proud,
they do reſemble their ladies near,
They have ſo many new made dreſſes,
they ſcarce can tell what garb to wear.
Painting and patches for their faces,
in the faſhion they muſt be;
The pooreſt wife in all the town,
each morning ſhe muſt drink her tea.
Our men are grown ſo void of reaſon,
often leaves their wedded wife,
Chuſing for to keep up a miſs,
they're weary'd of a marry'd life.
Women for to leave their huſbands,
is not that a double ſin,
Enough to bring on us a judgment,
and conſume the land we're in,
