The Miser he like an old Farmer did feed;
Concluding that he should have nothing to pay,
But to eat and drink, aye, and so go his way;
The Lady supply'd him with Glass after Glass,
She found him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce.
This Lady supply'd him with Liquor good store,
Till he was not able to drink any more;
Full bowls of Canary he had drank so deep,
That all of a sudden he fell fast asleep:
Thus of this Old Miser she made a meer Ass,