Unconscionable Baker
OR, THE
Devil Correcting Sin.
To the Tune of O Folly Desperate Folly.
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A Wealthy Baker near the Strand
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A punisher of the Poor,
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He always had we understand,
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Abundance of Corn in store;
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His cruel Oppession was sharp and severe,
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He bought it in cheap, and sold it out dear,
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A dismal Relation of him you shall hear
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This Baker, covetious Baker!
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Never was satisfyd.
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While other men could hardly live,
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Their cares being manifold,
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He with his Daughter Kate coud give
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Five Hundred Pounds in Gold,
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Besides the Possession of Houses good store;
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Yet nevertheless, still he coveted more,
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And filld his Coffers by grinding the poor:
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This Baker, etc.
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A Widdow came to him one Day
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And seeing the Bread so small,
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She with a sigh to him did say,
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Sir When will the Prizes fall?
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He said with a Frown, It is fit you should know,
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I make no great Doubt, but it dearer will grow;
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The Woman she wept when he answerd her so:
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This Baker, Covetous Baker,
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Studious to grind the Poor.
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This Baker was the Head of* those
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Who met of a certain Night,
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Where constantly he did propose
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New methods which way they might,
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By holding together, keep Bread from a fall
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Dear Brother, says he, I am certain we shall
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Ere long by our Trade get the Devil and all:
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This Baker. Covetous Baker!
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Still w[ou]ld advise the rest.
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This wretched Baker was abhord
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By some of the better* sort,
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Who could not with his Terms accord,
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As Neighbours and Friends report;
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They were not so cruel and ridged as he
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Then being departed and would not agree,
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The Divil in shape of a Farmer he see
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You Farmer, Country Farmer,
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What have you Corn to sel.
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Yes I have five and forty Load,
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of delicate Wheat and Wry,
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For Brantfort Market on the Road,
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The Baker he did reply,
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If we can agree I will buy it up all,
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For I have both Silver and Gold at my call,
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I must have it Cheap, for the Prises do fall,
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This Baker, Covetous Baker,
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Recond to bite OLD NICK.
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Then at his head the Devil sent,
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a Flaggon of Ale and Beer
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And cryd What woud you circumvent,
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and Couzen your Master here,
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It was I that employ[]d you these many years Past,
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By cheating and Raking up Riches so fast
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And Rascal Il pay you your Wages at last,
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out Baker Pilory Baker,
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What would you cheat old Nick,
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Sweet Mr: Devil he replyd,
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dont threaten a Baker so,
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I value not your haughiy Pride,
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and that I would have you know,
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Old Lucifurs Back then began for to rise,
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Then staring upon him with large glaring Eyes,
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The Baker was struck with a hellish surprise,
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Swee Devil merciful Divil
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Do not destroy me now,
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The Devil took him on his Back,
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the Baker renewd his Prayer
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But yet he made his bones to Crack,
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by throing him down the Stairs
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Quoth he, I shall find out the rest of the Crew,
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That will not give every Dealer his due,
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I am sent for to punish such Rascals as you,
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Out Bakers Pillory Bakers,
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Will you not leave your Cheats.
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