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Now let us fing–Long live the king, |
And Gilpin, long live he j

And, when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see

T H E YEARLY DISTRESS,
or
TITHING TIME AT STOCK, IN ESSEX,
Verses addressed to a Country Clergyman complaining of the

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He then is full of fright and fears,
As one at point to die,

And long before the day appears
He heaves up many a figh.

For then the farmers come jog, jog,
Along the miry road,

Each heart as heavy as a log,
To make their payments good.

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And well he may, for well he knows
Each bumpkin of the clan,

Instead of paying what he owes,
Will cheat him if he can.

So in they come—each makes his leg,
And flings his head before,

And looks as if he came to beg,
And not to quit a score.

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The punch goes round, and they are dull
And lumpish still as ever;
Like barrels with their bellies full,
They only weigh the heavier.

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* Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied this,

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