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16.
Had ye no pity, no regret,
No sympathy for widow Kate?
The man who took her whole estate,
The wheel she span at,
Must surely have a breast of slate,
A heart of granite.
17.
Ye sent your mandates o'er the knowe,
And roup'd her out, both stick and stow;
She got from you a new-ealved cow
She could not pay;
And really little wonder how,
It died next day.
18.
Ye saw, and likewise had been told,
It had the murrain e'er 'twas sold;
And yet the beast ye did uphold
In health uncommon,
And palmed it on, the silly old
Poor widow woman.
19.
Your servants you have hungered, too;
And when at terms their fees were due,
Their petty faults you would review
In grim array,
And from their little earnings screw
One-half away.
20.
If some who served you ehosc to state
What they about you could relate,
The world your deeds would execrate
By pen and tongue,
And honest men, without regret,
Could see you hung.
21.
We overheard you lately say.
When starting to the town with hay,
"Lads, when ye weigh it by the way,
Tram griths keep on."
This made some forty, by foul play,
Weigh fifty stone.
