Ireland

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            A NEW SONG CALL'D

   THE OLID MANS COMPLAINT

                       OF HIS

                  LANDLORD

Good people land and eare say's the poor old man
While the truth I'l relate my doleful song,
How the landlord thew me our of my farm and md homd
And in the poor-house I am found say's the poor old man

My downing they pull'd down say's the poor old man
And he leve'd to the ground say's the poor old man
Where my rent I freely porp and my childre there I rear'd
Till they had to cross the eassy's the poor old man

In Rathkeal I am well known say;s the poor old man
For it is my hat ve home say's the poor old man,
Until the andlord did dispose every man without a lasese,
From the land they reclain'd say's the poor old man

No wonder I should fret say's the poor old man,
After wherer I felt my swet say's the poor old man,
To be turn'd out the door of the house I thought top owt
That my father but of yore say's por old mad shan van

I had reason to complain say's the poor old man,
Since a partner I became say's the poor old man.
Its the landlord I may blame for my poor & canty merl
A dish of foreign Indian grain say's the poor old man

When I thing on former days say's the poor old man
And the cloaths I have to weare say's the poor old man
Now the brand is on my back lise a convict in a squad,
And my belly very slack say's the poor old man,

If misioners came this way say's the oor old man
As they were in 'ormer days say's the poor old man,
Wee'd be working at our trade with our reaping too and
spad,
And we'd have soem cash to spare say's the poor old man.

But tee landlord is a knave say's the poor old man
That depended taom a slave say's the poor old man
That caron may him take through the river sticks in heast,
To where dives was convey'd says's the poor old man,

But if Dan was here to day say's the poor old man,
It,s then we'd get air play say's the poor old man
For he'd gasn tennaut right & jos dpes je wpi;d ddfy.
And I'd have no cause to fit say's the poor old man.

But if a pollock was a hake say's the poor hld man,
I would dress his very nest say's the poor old man
I'd pnt peppere on his head neak delly tins and tall,'
And I'd have a hearty meal say's the poor old man,

P.BREREION, Printer, L.G, Exchange, St, Dub