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OR, MUSICAL B©XJQUET. 2J
The Taxes.
Hard hard are the times, is the cry, 'tis no won*
der;
For with taxes we are fo moft devilifh kept under ;
What with taxes on this thing, and taxes on
'tother,
Jt's ftrange how We live, and bring both ends to-
gether.
Derry down, down, down derry down.
From the crown of the head to the foles of the
feet,
We are tax'd in all things fo wonderous complete,
Bedaubed with ftamps, as with biles was old Job,
We had need of his patience to bear with the load.
Derry down, &c.
The hat that defends me from cold and from rain,
And the gloves that I wear for a purpofe the fame.
E'en the flioes on my feet, which 'bove all I can't
want.
The leather they're made of mull pay for the ftamp.
Derry down, &c.
For the light from the heavens we're forced to pay,
Elfe from our apartments to fliut out the day.
Then grovel in darknefs like moles in the ground.
For unlefs v;e pay tax, there's no light to be
found.
Derry down, &c.
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