“ By racking, sharping, and deceiving,
'tis hard to find a man that's just
Because they seldom find the way
to pay the thing they take in trust.
There's dice-men, show-men, mounting sailors
people pretending to be dumb,
Fortune-tellers, and quack doctors,
by such vagrants we're undone. ”

“ She kiss'd his pale cheeks, but poor Dermot was going;
⁠He groan'd, and left fatherless Mary le More.
From her father's pale cheeks, which her lap h (illegible text) supported,
To an out hoase the ruffians the lovely maid bo (illegible text)
With her pray’rs her intreaties, her, sorrows they sported,
{{em}And by force they deflow'red sweet Mary de More
And now a poor maniac she roams the wild coma (illegible text)
Gainst the soldiers of England she warns every woman;
And sings of her father in strains more than hun (illegible text)
⁠Till tears often flow from poor Mary le More. ”

“ As I stray'd o'er the common on Cork's ru (illegible text) border,
While the dew drops of morn the pale pri (illegible text) array'd.
I saw a poor female, whose mental disorder
Her quick-glancing eye and wild aspect betray. ”