“ Who many poor people have reason to blame;
For the great exorbitant prices of the corn,
I wish that such a justice had never been born.
A perjured villain, he surely must be,
His post and his actions, in no ways agree:
He swore his allegiance which every one knows,
And yet sent provisions to feed our proud foes.
There's many such factors as he to be found,
Who keeps up the markets, the poor to confound:
And hard hearted farmers to give them their turn,
Who lives by extortion and makes the land mourn. ”

“ Since we give no credit, when corn is so dear.
Your conscience I think Sir, is greatly enlarg’d,
But with such extortion you'll scarcely be charg'd:
For many black curses the poor on you lay,
Which surely will light on you some other day.
But we are like swine boy as I am alive,
The more we are cursed the better we thrive,
We value no blessings, but love the poor's curse,
For blessing puts nothing at all in our purse.
When corn was cheap then I gave to the poor,
And blessings got from each beggar in store ”

“ You are to blame above all other,
⁠love was the cause of my overthrow.
You pretty damsels that round me are lying,
⁠now I am taking my last farewel:
You pretty birds that round me are flying,
⁠let your sweet notes ring my passing bell.
For I'm a damsel that's quite broken hearted,
⁠afflicted with sorrow grief and woe,
Then with a sorrowful sigh she departed,
⁠love is the occasion of my overthrow. ”