Great changes you shall hear in rhyme,
That taking place is daily.
A poor man once could keep a pig,
There was meat for every glutton,
Folks now may eat a parson’s wig,
For they’ll get no beef or mutton.
The times are queer, and things are dear,
Well, it really is alarming;
Up and down, country and town,
I think we’ll all be starving.