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Luckidad; or When my Old Hat was new,
SINCE my old hat was new, it is
about forſcore of years,
But now it is both old and torn,
fallen down about mine ears.
It was made of the ſilk ſo fine,
and ſtood above my brow,
O what a ſtrapping youth was I,
when my old hat was new.
About threeſcore of years ago,
the truth I do declare,
Every one took the other's word,
I wat they ſought nae mair:
Now bonds and bills cannot men hold,
Their words are ſo untrue,
Such villany did not abound,
Such villany did not abound.
when my old hat was new.
Where brotherly love did once abound,
there's nothing now but fade,
For they take many poor man's ground,
that they cannot get bread,
And makes them wander up and down,
but knows not what to do;
In my young days it was not ſo,
when my old hat was new.
For the moſt thing a farmer had,
was but a plow of land.
Which did maintain his family,
as you may underſtand;
