A Warning-peice for Ingroosers of Corne;
BEING
A true Relation how the Divell met with one Goodman Inglebred of Bowton, within
six miles of Holgay in Norfolk; as he was comming from Linn Market, and Bargaind
for a great quantity of Barly for eight shillings a Bushell and gave earnest; and when
he came to fetch it, brought Carts and Horses (to their thinking) and while twas mea-
suring the Divell vanished, and tore the Barne in pieces, and scattered all the Corne
with such Windes and Tempest, which hath done such great harme both by Sea and
Land, the like was never heard of before; the Farmer new lyeing destracted.
Sent in a Letter to be Printed, by Christopher Emmerson, George Dixon, & Richard Higgins.
To the Tune of, In Summer time, etc.
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GOod People all pray lend an eare
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to this my Song, thats strange and true,
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Wherein I breifly shall Declare,
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the full Relation here to you.
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If any Misers you do know,
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that hoards up Corne, to starve the Poore,
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If that these Lines you to them show,
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twil make them sure bring out their Store
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In Norfolk did this chance befall,
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at Bowton where this Man did dwell,
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And Goodman Inglebred they do him call,
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who had great store of Corne to sell.
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But he as many thousands more,
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without any remorse or pitty,
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Was fully resolvd to keep his Store,
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to bring a Dearth in Town and City.
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He being at Market on a day,
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at Linn a place thats known full well:
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And Riding home upon the way,
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He had a Customer from Hell.
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The Devill did him over take,
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in Habbit being very brave,
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Who did a bargaine with him make,
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and Halfe-a-crowne in earnest gave,
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The price was very great they made,
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and Barly that must be the Graine,
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Eight shillings a Bushell must be paid,
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being well contented with such gaine.
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And thus the Devill and he agreed,
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likewise the time to fetch the same:
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The Miser hyd him home with speed,
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for to provide against he came.
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When he came home he was full glad,
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and to his Wife he did unfold
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What bargin, and what price he had,
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likewise what quantity he sold.
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With that his Wife made this reply,
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as by his Servants it was told,
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None but the Divell would give so high
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a price (quoth she) as you have sold.
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The second Part, to same the Tune.
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TO Thrashing straight he set his Men,
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to make it ready against the day.
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And the Divell was as ready then,
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against the time to fetcht away.
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The day being come, the Divell brought
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his Furniture, to take these stores,
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With Horse & Carts, as to their thought,
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the Man he straight threw ope the doores.
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To measuring straight his Barly out,
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this Man begun with all his speed;
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With that the Divell made a Rout,
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and of his Bargain soone was freed.
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The Divel vanishd straight away,
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such Storms and Winds, nere heard before
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No People thereabouts durst stay;
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the Barns in peeces all he tore.
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His Barns and Corne it all was spoild,
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and all the Country round likewise,
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Had all their Houses then Untyld,
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such Winds they nere saw from the Skys.
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This Farmer fell distracted straight,
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he cannot take no Rest nor Sleep,
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And cryes the Divil doth for him waight,
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his Bargaine he must with him keep.
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All you that hoard, and buy up Corne,
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and keepe it up, to make it deere,
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Although you long have been forborne,
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theres Rods in piss for you I heare.
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Your Villainny now is brought about,
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and pay fort deare you will ere long,
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Your Stores you will be made bring out,
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you shall not doe the Poore such wrong.
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The Lord I hope will heare the cryes,
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of thousands which are in distresse,
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Of gallant Hearts, that daily lyes
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still hoping, yet have no redresse.
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The Lord preserve our King, and blesse
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him from the trecherous hands of those,
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That are his Enemies, yet professe
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they love Him, yet prove secret Foes.
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The Queen God send her safe to land,
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and all the Progeny preserve;
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Likewise for those that faithfull stand
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and from him yet did never swerve.
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My prayers shall daily be for those,
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with many thousands more beside.
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But such I take his cheifest Foes,
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thats given to Covetuousness & Pride.
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For you that deals in Corne and Graine,
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to whom these Lines in cheif belong,
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Beware of such unlawfull gain,
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where none but Poore doth bear the wrong.
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So to Conclude and make an end,
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for Peace and Plenty, let us pray,
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That God may stand the poore-mans freind,
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for the Poore are now the rich-mans pray.
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