Thus Do Ye?

by Ebenezer Elliott
Snap, and Snivel! deadly triflers!
Hawking pity! taxing food!
Turning workers into niflers,
All for England's good!
Breeding rogues for exportation,
Weep, for happier slaves than they!
Raising brutes to sink a nation,
Throw your men away!
Stealing kingdoms, shipping bibles,
Scourge mankind in every clime!
Building churches, preaching libels,
Manufacture crime!
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