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Then plenty in our country once more we will ⟨get,⟩
When the meal mongers open ⟨the meats of the sack⟩
The ⟨rope thats about them themselves in't will swing⟩
For extortioning the poor, not ⟨true to their king.⟩
For the Meal in ship loads is sent far away,
While our enemy is supported by land and by sea;
The ⟨truth which⟩ I tell you ⟨you⟩ know very well,
No matter such ⟨villians⟩ should hang all themselves.
So now to conclude I will made an end,
Your patience not to weary, not tire my pen,
Some more in a short time I mean for to ⟨sing⟩,
But no more at present, but long live the King!
THE NEW MADE SHILLING.
As I went up the market-street,
To spend some money to buy me meat,
They ⟨stopt⟩ a sixpence in my hand;
that a dozen would not get a drain.
Plague come on the new silver,
O the weary silver O!
The case is hard we may well own,
I went to buy my wife a gown,
