They give me eight pence by the day
& make it up at night
With six pence worth of parish pay
& can ye call it right
Im going to justice just to see
What she will have to say
& faith I doubt I shall not see
Yer honour there today
No friend I am a faithful mate
To justice but ye mean
What may be named a magistrate
& there Im never seen
Nay they have stopt me when Ive gone
To take that weight away
& backed deceptions wrong
To take your gains away
To take your gains away
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