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[Three Tories, in very foul weather]
Three Tories, in very foul weather,
Assembled in great consternation
To lay their wise [illeg.] together
And settle th' affairs of the Nation.
Assembled in great consternation
To lay their wise [illeg.] together
And settle th' affairs of the Nation.
The first by profession a Broker,
Impertinent, noisy and vain,
Without wit, would be fain thought a Joker,
And [illeg.] money for gain.
Impertinent, noisy and vain,
Without wit, would be fain thought a Joker,
And [illeg.] money for gain.
The second a Printer by trade
Who dealt in hard words with the Scholars,
And ev'ry [illeg.] Pamphlet he made
He sold off at Ten Paper Dollars.
Who dealt in hard words with the Scholars,
And ev'ry [illeg.] Pamphlet he made
He sold off at Ten Paper Dollars.
The third was a Quaker demure,
Whose Religion was keeping his Hat on:
He sigh'd and he groan'd, to be sure,
But his heart was as wicked as Satan.
Whose Religion was keeping his Hat on:
He sigh'd and he groan'd, to be sure,
But his heart was as wicked as Satan.
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