You will be my thankers,
I'll make you my bankers,
As good as Ben Burton or Fade
For nothing shall pass

But my pretty brass,
And then you'll be all of a trade.

I'm a son of a whore

If I have a word more
To say in this wretched condition.
If my coin will not pass

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I must die like an ass'; And so I conclude my petition.

YE people of Ireland, both country and city,
Come listen with patience, and hear out my ditty:"
At this time I'll choose to be wiser than witty.
Which nobody can deny.

The halfpence are coming, the nation's undoing, There's an end of your ploughing, and baking, and

brewing;

In short, you must all go to wreck and to ruin.

*Two famous bankers.-F.

Which, &c.

Both high men and low men, and thick men and

tall men,

And rich men and poor men, and free men and thrall men.

Will suffer; and this man, and that man, and all

men.

Which, &c.

The soldier is ruin'd, poor man! by his pay;
His fivepence will prove but a farthing a day,
For meat, or for drink; or he must run away.

Which, &c.

When he pulls out his twopence, the tapster says not, That ten times as much he must pay for his shot; And thus the poor soldier must soon go to pot.

Which, &c.

If he goes to the baker, the baker will huff,
And twentypence have for a twopenny loaf,
Then, dog, rogue, and rascal, and so kick and cuff.
Which, &c.

Again, to the market, whenever he goes,
The butcher and soldier must be mortal foes, T
One cuts of an ear, and the other a nose.

Which, &c.

The butcher is stout, and he values no swagger
A cleaver's a match any time for a dagger,
And a blue sleeve may give such a cuff as may

stagger.

Which, &c.

The beggars themselves will be broke in a trice, When thus their poor farthings are sunk in their price;

When nothing is left they must live on their lice. Which, &c.

The squire who has got him twelve thousand a

year,

O Lord! What a mountain his rents would appear! Should he take them, he would not have house-room I fear.

Which, &c.

Though at present he lives in a very large house, There would then not be room in it left for a mouse; But the squire is too wise, he will not take a souse. Which, &c.

The farmer, who comes with his rent in this cash,
For taking these counters and being so rash,
Will be kick'd out of doors, both himself and his

trash.

Which, &c.

For, in all the leases that ever we hold,
We must pay our rent in good silver and gold,
And not in brass tokens of such a base mould.

Which, &c.

The wisest of lawyers all swear, they will warrant
No money but silver and gold can be current;
And, since they will swear it, we all may be sure

on't.

Which, &c.

And, I think, after all, it would be very strange,
To give current money for base in exchange,
Like a fine lady swooping her moles for the mange.
Whcih, &c.

But read the king's patent, and there you will find,
That no man need take them but who has a mind,
For which we must say that his Majesty's kind.
Which, &c.

Now God bless the Drapier who open'd our eyes!
I'm sure, by his book, that the writer is wise:
He shows us the cheat, from the end to the rise.

Which, &c.

Nay, farther he shows it a very hard case,
That this fellow Wood, of a very bad race,
Should of all the fine gentry of Ireland take place.
Which, &c.

That he and his halfpence should come to weigh

down

Our subjects so loyal and true to the crown:
But I hope, after all, that they will be his own.

Which, &c.

This book, I do tell you, is writ for your goods,
And a very good book 'tis against Mr Woods,
If you stand true together, he's left in the suds, n
Which, &c.

Ye shopmen, and tradesmen, and farmers, go read it, For I think in my soul at this time that you need it; Or egad, if you don't, there's an end of your credit. Which nobody can deny.

A SERIOUS POEM

UPON WILLIAM WOOD,

BRASIER, TINKER, HARDWAREMAN, COINER, FOUNDER, AND ESQUIRE.

[The two passages within crotchets, which do not occur in for. mer editions of the Dean's works, are added from the original broadside copy.]

WHEN foes are o'ercome we preserve them from slaughter

To be hewers of wood, and drawers of water.
Now, although to draw water is not very good,
Yet we all should rejoice to be hewers of Wood.
I own it has often provoked me to mutter,
That a rogue so obscure should make such a clutter:
But ancient philosophers wisely remark,

That old rotten wood will shine in the dark.
The Heathens, we read, had gods made of wood,
Who could do them no harm, if they did them nó

good;

But this idol Wood may do us great evil,

Their gods were of wood; but our Wood is the Devil.

To cut down fine wood, is a very bad thing; And yet we all know much gold it will bring: Then, if cutting down wood brings money good

store,

Our money to keep, let us cut down one more.