But, now the Powers have granted his request,
Too well I know what course will be pursued
By certain merchants who "enjoy" my custom:
They'll put the price of coal up, you can trust 'em,
Till I by want am utterly oppressed
And my finances, howso I adjust 'em,
To my complete insolvency attest.
Five pounds a ton they'll charge—I know their game—
Saying, "Of course the miner is to blame."
Nay, let me clasp the honest fellow's hand,