nt to rid;
Ten guineas for him Sir to you I'll take,
A useful one to you I'm sure he'll make:
The farmer cries before I quit the ground,
I'll make an offer which is Sir ten pound;
It is accepted--and away goes nag,
The wealthy farmer draws the canvas bag.
Now to the tavern blithsome they repair,
Take wine and wish that liquor wan't so dear;
Looks at his watch, then loud the buyer cry,
Its half past one, I to the hall must hie!
Sell as much corn as shall be in my power,
I'm much afraid the markets will be lower.
I've sold he cried my wheat and barley well,
I wish I could my oats and horse beans sell;
Straight to his merchant 'gain the farmer hop,
Fearful next market day all things will drop;
The cautious merchant on his skill rely,
And thinks Mark-Lane will have a small supply;
Contrary winds will keep the vessels back,
And in his purchase he will not be slack.
Only one thought now harass much his brain,
He fears to Banker's shop to go again;
Least he should meet rebuke and irksome scorn,
On casting up he found he'd overdrawn
A running mortgage please the banker's mind,
Gains it and to the merchant is more kind;
But disappointment all his efforts blast,
A large supply is usher'd in at last;
Mark-Lane is full and markets now decline,
A large supply and weather very fine;
The malsters leaving off they'll wet no more,
And only clear what is upon the floor;
Merchants there are now dwelling in this place,
That often routs their handsome houses grace;
Gigs very fine a livery servant too,
Is always kept to hide what's known by few;
That his expences far exceeds his gain,
And that the banker mortgages retain;
On each estate the gaudy thing has bought,
And that in real wealth not worth a groat.
Still he goes on till on a sudden stray,
Away awhile and cant the farmer pay;
Flies to his factor in the time of need,
For an advance but do not there succeed.
Some characters like those I do know well,
They can't last long they cut so great a swell;
Oft do we see a very handsome coach,
A merchant sport, and meriting reproach;
Because full well he knows his books must show,
His ranting on has brought him very low;
When that's the case too often others find,
A gig or coach is kept the eye to blind;
To every honest man I wish success,
And may misfortune never on the