Good People of England I’d have you be wise
Your corn keep at home for yo’r own families
And not let the Farmers so over us reign,
But pull down the prices of alsorts of grain.
For Wilkes is Lord mayor, & he is head and chief,
Long time youv’e caress’d him, he’ll give us relief:
For he and the City are master of all,
And he vows that these villians they shall have a fall

The corn factors they are contriving each day,
To buy up our corn and send it away;
But they in their Rog[uer]y now are found out,
For Wilkes is Lord Mayor, he’ll put them to the rout.
For Wilkes, &c.

The miller you know is as bad as the rest,
He does his endeavour the Poor to distress;
His conscience is large, & for Rog[uer]y don’t lack,
For out of each bushel he will steal a Peck.
For Wilkes, &c.

Next in comes the Baker with his Rog[ui]sh tricks,
With his allum & Whiting his flower to mix;
He says I’ve borrow’d money, the sum it is great,
But I’ll make it up quick by a short Weight.
For Wilkes, &c.

The shopkeepers are contriving by day & by night,
To cheat the poor it is all their delight;
And their Weight run short till their conscience is big,
To buy a skimming dish hat, & a large bushy Wig
For Wilkes, &c.

The butcher drunk home from the alehouse does reel,
With his steel by his side to blow up his Veal;
But they are all Ro[gue]s, & We will them condemn
For thy’ll kill an old EWE and sell it for Lamb.
For Wilkes, &c.

The Landlady too in the bar she does sit,
With tea & cream, and china compleat;
Such a spunging old ba[star]d sure never Was known
If they see you in liquor they’ll score two for one.
For Wilkes, &c.

Then in comes the farmer with his hands full of chink
And he says brother Rog[ue]s, together let’s drink;
Come fill up the bottle each man boldly call
If the poor We can master they shall pay for all.
For Wilkes, &c.

So to conclude and make an end
We drink a good health to both King and Queen
Likewise to brave Wilkes our Worthy Lord mayr
He’ll pull down the prices of bread meat & beer.
For Wilkes, &c.