Folks who’ve nibbled Batson’s bread!
Folks who’ve ta’en a Hummum’s bed!
Come not o’er the sea:
Victuals here are but so, so;
Hollands, too, run very low;
Scarce is coffee and cocoa;
Sojourn where you be.
Now’s the time and now’s the hour,
For little bread, there being no flour;
Liberty’s a glorious dower—