Alexander Pennecuik

“ Who sleept not sound a single Night
Since Sir JOHN BARLEYCORN took Fight;
Cries thro' his Dreams, I'll starve this Year,
The fein a Farthing for our Bear:
How will my Meg get Hoods and Hoops,
Bra Cloaths came from the Ale-Wives stoups,
Jock my old Son, and Will, his Brother,
May turn Religious like their Mother ”

“ Who's Throats are dry with Forty nine,
And Citizens, whose Purse is shorter,
Are all consum'd with English Porter.
If He return not at your Call,
He's get the Curses of us all.
His EPITAPH.
BLyth has he been, but now He's gone,
Of Commerads the best:
What will we do without Sir JOHN,
With Grief we're sore oppress'd:
A better Subject and a Friend
The Kingdom never saw;
But ah! He made a fatal End,
And yet He dy'd by Law.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”