him to disgrace;
The slanderer says pray sir don't state,
What I to you this day relate;
No says the landlord, I'll not say,
What you have told me on this day;
This slanderer I do know well,
And only do the truth now tell;
Most farmers whose estates are large,
Their public duty well discharge;
They live on such a handsome plan,
As note and mark them gentlemen;
I do protest it is great pity,
Some drink so hard when in this city;
As when rattling o'er the stones,
They break a poor old woman's bones;
Or by his trotting horse knock'd down,
Before he leaves a market town;
I do but state what many view,
And Norwich surgeons know its true.
Good farmers I do much esteem,
And therefore make them oft my theme;
May every farmer when he dine,
Have means to drink a pint of wine.

ON VIEWING THE
CATTLE MARKET
ON THE
CASTLE HILL.

The wealthy farmer with a rosy hue,
Weekly attends the hardy scot to view;
The pretty homebred soon his eye detain,
Views and admires, then chat in lively strain;
Of natures produce till his business call
Him from such pleasing sights to pace the hall;
Soon as he sees his merchant at his stand,
He shows the produce of his fertile land;
I'll give you such a price the merchant say,
A higher bidder you'll not find this day.
But ere the farmer quits the hill he view,
All other stock to find out something new;
A thought then strikes him as the season's fine,
I'll buy a few score sheep before I dine;
Into the pens he hies, the bargain struck,
The jobber takes his cash, wish him good luck.
Prehaps his steed don't travel to his mind,
Looks at the nags, and do a good one find;
The price he thinks too high, but not refrain,
Making another bid the horse to gain;
The dealer tempted by the offer say,
Sir I'll comply don't hurry so away;
Lets take a glass of wine to wish success
To your new purchase--hard the farmer press,
The nag is taken from the stand with glee;
Another takes his place with broken knee,
The buyer says what have you standing here?
A damaged one a tumbling one I fear;
Sir cries the dealer as your land is light,
Take him for plough he's pretty to the sight;
No it can't be, you must be in a joke,
Sure I can't see, or else his knees are broke;
But Sir the price I ask will claim a bid,
I have so many that I wa