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THE PLOWMAN'S DITTY,
Being an answer to that foolish Question,
WHAT HAVE THE POOR TO LOSE.
Because I'm but poor,
And slender my store,
That I've nothing to lose is the cry;
Let who will declare it,
I vow I cant bear it,
I give all such praters the lie.
Tho' my house is but small,
Yet to have none at all,
Would sure be a greater distress, Sir,
Shall my garden, so sweet,
And my orchard, so neat,
Be the prize of a foreign oppressor?
On Saturday’s night
’Tis still my delight,
With my wages to run home the faster,
But if Frenchmen rule here,
I may look far and near,
But I never shall find a pay-master.
I've a dear little wife,
Whom I love as my life,
