THE
Devil's Packet Cart.

Printed and Sold by J. Pitts 14, Great St.
Andrew Street, Seven Dials.

COME all you good people I pray lend an
ear,
It's of the rog酬 badgers you quickly shall
hear,
It is their daily study and long they have
contriv'd,
To banish our provisions and starve us all
alive.

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So you farmers and badgers and millers I'm
fure,
You all deserve hanging for starving the
poor.
There's the farmer's wives and daughters
to market they ride,
With vails on their faces, Oh what curled
pride,
They take as much upon them as a dutchefs
or a queen.

But when the devil he lay hold of them I'm
fure he'll not them fereen.

The farmers and the badgers and forestalling
crew,

They all stand considering to knew what to
do,
In rifting the grain they all play their part,
But the devil will take them off in a packet
cart.

The farmer's wife when she goes to town,
She trips into the market asks 10d a pound,
And if you seem to grumble she'll tell you
very pain,

She means to rile the butter as her husband
does the grain.

There's corn enough in England the poor
for to relieve.

But they badge it up our enemies to feed,
It is a cruel thing indeed as we do understand
To oppreals the poor of England in their native land.

If in the market you chance for to walk,
You'll hear the forestallers and badgers to
talk. (and all,

They buy up the butter, eggs, cheeſe fowls
Poor people have no chance to buy any at all
But now you forestallers I'd have you take
care. (Inare,

For the act is in force you'll be catch'd in a
And if you go to market pray mind what t
fay. (you'll pay.

If you are caught forestalling the penalty