%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Bountiful BREWERS, / Who pays the King's Taxes out of the Poor Mens Purses, rather than / diminish their own golden Stores. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/26/2014 33340

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R170726 1 An Orange. With a Fading An Orange. IN this present Reign, the War to maintain, / A Tax being laid upon Liquor of Grain, of the Brewer. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 691 The Bountiful BREWERS, / Who pays the King's Taxes out of the Poor Mens Purses, rather than / diminish their own golden Stores. The Bountiful BREWERS, Who pays the King’s Taxes out of the Poor Mens Purses, rather than diminish their own golden Stores. The Bountiful BREWERS, Who pays the King's Taxes out of the Poor Men's Purses, rather than diminish their own golden Stores. ?-?

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IN this present Reign, the War to maintain, A Tax being laid upon Liquor of Grain, 'Tis Barley made Malt, but here I must halt, To give you a Touch of a damnable Fault of the Brewer. The Parliament they, was pleased to lay The Tax upon those that are able to pay; May Heaven therefore, replenish their Store, Yet this very Tax is now laid on the Poor, by the Brewer. On Dealers retail of strong Beer and Ale, This Tax is not laid but of Traders whole-sail; This was the intent of the good Parliament, But some says, they had not the perfect consent of the Brewers.
The Case being thus, they make a sad Fuss Yet they will pay nothing out of their own Purse But as for the Act, they vow to exact Upon the poor Tradesmen, and thus they are rack'd by the Brewer: Their Liquors made small, their Measures they maul, Nay, was I but now for to reckon up all, The Ways that they take, this Money to make, You'd swear that the Devil had now lent a Rake to the Brewers. Their Conscience they stain, for Profit and Gain, And yet if an honest Man chance to complain, They huffingly say, Such Taxes they pay, That it will be smaller before [the next day;] wretched Brewers.
Their Coffers to fill, I know that they will Give us a true touch of their dexterous skill; Much Water they'll put to make us Rat-gut; Likewise it is said that their Gallons are cut; wretched Brewers. And were you to sink, for one Cup of Drink They will not part with it, but cry, Do you think That Tax we can pay, by giving away? They shant have so much as the smell of a Dray u[n]der Six-pence. They are glad of this hit, for why they will get A treble Excise by their Diligent Wit; For the River and Wells, where Water excels Shall pay the King's Taxes, and get Golden Spells, for the Brewer. The Truth to relate, their Profit is great, For most of them having a worthy Estate, Gold, Silver beside, flows in like a tyde, And they have the River of Thames on their side; wealthy Brewers. We formerly here, complain'd of their Beer, But then they would tell us that Malt it was dear; Yet now Prices fall, the Liquor is small, And therefore they should get the Devil and all, wretched Brewers. Strange ways they devise, to raise this Excise, The smallest of Liquor now highly they prize; Such Profit they bring from every Spring, That Faith, I believe, they get more then the King, wretched Brewers. At the Alehouse likewise, Strong-liquor does rise, For two they must needs have full seven Excise; Two-pence Half-penny a Quart, my Host will retort, And at their best Costomers plaguely snort, if they grumble. Hads Zookers, cries Will, th[?] Will spoil the next Two-pen[?] Have none of their Drink [?] We'll save all our Mon[?] to a Bu[?]