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New song on the general taxatio [sic] of our days

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        A NEW SONG ON THE

GENERAL TAXATION OF OUR DAYS

Come neibours draw near till I tell you a tail,
And you'l hear of the laws they inventbd of late,
They are taxing the dogs that we had on our floor,
Teat were usc'u u segacious obedient & bold,

They are taxing the mastive forow tehing the theiv's
That would mind all our means while ourselves were asleep
They are taxing poor yger both doger & bonne,
The are tied with a log & they musle their mouth,

They are taxing the bull'dog ſon minding the stall,
And they are tazing the butcher to ding the calves,
They are taxing the nailors the smith & his forge,
And they are taxing ſowler for shooting the crows

They are taxing the terrier for killing the rate,
Tnd they'l lay double trx on the claws of the cat'
They are taxing Poor reynard for eating a goose,
He'l pay for the roast when the houues are let loose,

They are taxing the gray bound for hunting the ha,
And are taxing the pointer for setting the game,
They are- taxing too inding the train & the steem,
And they'l lay double tax on tns whiskey skil een,

The are taxing the dogs that are leading the blind.
That nea'r disern the day from the night.
Tey aee taxing the toper for drinking a dram,
Th hey'l fine him a crown ot they'l send htmto jail,

They are taxing the millers the bakers &bread,
And they'r taxing the gehves where we bury the dead,'
They'r taking the butter the milk & the cheese,
and they'l tax all the nails on our hands & our feet,

They are taxing the farmers that cul ivata the ground,
That is feeding the world the Queen & the Crown,
They are taxing the mason his hammer & trowl,
And the labouring man thar has sweat to hls brow,

They'r taxing tobacco haf's wh lesome to smoke,
And they'r taxing the snuff that would worm our nose,
They'r taxing the whiskey the porter & ale,
And they'l have the old women for drinking their tea,

They'r taxing the captain the ship & her crew,
And they'r taxing the tanker his budget & tools
They'r taxing the weaver his shuttle & looms,
And they'r taxing the tailor his thumble & goose.

They aro taxing the draners their goods & their shops,
And they'r taxing the dealer for carrylng a pack,
The 'r tax the musteia though clear it grew,
And' they'l tgx the young ladies for wearing the hoops,

They are taxing the ketile the poker & tongs,
They are taxing the donkey for wandering a cross,
They'r taxing the salmon that runs shought the stream,
And are taxing the ports that's surrounding the sea,

They'r taxing the tommies and six penny shirts.
And the half-penny collars that's neatly made up.
They are taxing the fairs where the cattle are sold,
And are taxing the young men if the girls they court,

P. BRERETON, Printer 1 Lr Exchange, St Dublin

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