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But now the caſe is altered,
as you may underſtand,
For they muſt have their dining-room,
pride has them at command.
And they ſit down like Lord's of ſtate,
I ſpeak but what is true;
Such vanity did not abound,
when my old hat was new.
The hind-followers are all ta'en down,
the ſheep are ta'en away,
And Maggy has nae woo to ſpin,
how can ſhe make her grey?
The weather cold, their clothing thin,
their happings are but few,
That were weel clad in back and bed,
when my old hat was new.
The cot-houſes are all thrown down,
the commons ta'n away,
Their ſheep and kine they muſt remove,
no longer there to ſtay:
In former times it was not ſo,
for this was all the due,
The poor to have both milk and woo',
when my old hat was new.
When the Romans liv'd in our land,
theſe commons they did give,
Unto the poor for charity,
to help them for to live:
They've ta'en from them their proper right
