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THE EXCISEMAN OUTWITTED.
To a village that skirted the sea,
An Exciseman one midsummer came;
But prudence between you and me,
Forbids me to mention his name.
Soon Michael he chanc’d to espy,
A cask on his napper he bore
With six gallons of brandy or nigh;
And where is the head can bear more?
Say’s the Exciseman, let’s see your permit.
Say’s Mike, T’ant convenient to show it.
’Tother cried, Sir, I’m not to be bit,
For youve smuggl’d the stuff, and you know it;
Your hogs to a fine market you’ve brought,
For seeing you’ve paid no excise,
As customs have settl’d you ought,
I seizes your tub as my prize.
Now dont be so hard, said poor Mike:
Th‘ Exciseman was deaf to complaint.
Why then, take it, said Mike, if you like,
For I’ve borne it till ready to faint.
Four-miles in hot sun-shine they trudg’d;
Till on them they‘d scarce a dry rag;
Th‘ Exciseman his labour ne‘er grudg’d,
But cheerfully carried the cag.
