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When we were disturbed by the farmer, 

 Our provision was left in the stack, 

 And no doubt but he or his joskins, 

 Will eat it before we get back. 



Some people, &c. 



8. 



Bob Bleak put his hand in his pocket, 

 But sixpence was all it contained,* 

 With this money he purchased some porter, 

 Amongst five it was very soon drained, 

 Dan stood twirling his new umbrella, 

 Ah now I've a thought, cried Bob Bleak, 

 Suppose we leave that with the landlord 

 In pawn for some meat till next week. 

 Some people, &c. 



9. 



The landlord, a good sort of fellow, 

 Their sorrowful talk overheard, 

 Consented at once to relieve them 

 And trust to their honor and word ; 

 He was paid as I am lold well and truly, 

 For honesty 's best in the end, 

 And may every way weary bobber, 

 Meet just such a landlord and friend. 

 Some people, &c. 



* So determined were the rest to be fishermen, that they spent every 

 farthing iu tackle, &c. never dreaming *>f refreshment, 



