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Newrong [sic] call'd the od [sic] mans [sic] complaint of his landlord

(45) Newrong [sic] call'd the od [sic] mans [sic] complaint of his landlord

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          A NEW RONG CALLD

  THE OF MANS COMPLAINT

                      OF HIS

                 LANDLORD.

Good people lend an ear say's the poor old man,
While the truth I'l relate in my doleful song,
How the landlord threw me out of my farm & my hause,
And in the poor-house I am found say's the poor old man

My dwellsag they pull'd own says the poor old man.
And he leav'd it to the ground say's the poor old man
Where my sent I freely paid & mychild en there I rear'd
Till they had to cross the seas say's te poor old man,

In Rathkeal I am well known say's the poor old man,
For it is my native home say's the poor old man,
Untill the lahdlord did dsspesess every man without a lease
Prom the land theg reclaim'd say's the poor old man,

No wonder I should fret say's the poor old man.
After where I left my sweet say's the poor old man,
To be turn'd out the door of the house I thought my own
That my father built of yore say's poor old man shan van,

I have reason to complain say's the poor old man,
Since a pauper I became say's the poor old man,           
Its the landlord I mu blame for my poor & scanty meal
A dish of foreign Indian grain say's the poor old man,

When I think 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 like a convict in a squad
And my belly very slack say's the poor old man shan van.

If missioners came this way say's the poor old man
As they were in fo merdays say's the poor old man,
Wee'd be working at our trade with our reaping-hook & spaid
And we'd have some cash to spare say's the poor old man.

But the landlord is a knave say's the poor old man,
That decended from a slave say's the poor old man,
That dayon may him take through, the river sticks in haat
To where dives was convey'd say's the poor old man,

But if Dan was herr to day soy's the poor old man
It's ten we'd get fair play say's the poor old man,
For he'd gain tennant right & his foes he would daly,
And I'd have no cause to flit eay's the poor old man

But if a look was a bake say's the poor old man
3 would dress him very neat say's the poor old mad
I'd put pepper on his head neck belly fins & tail,
A
nd I'd have a hearty meal say's the poor old man,

    P. BRERETON, 1, Lr, Exchange, St. Dublin,

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