%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The West-Country MISER: / OR, AN / Unconscionable Farmer's Miserable End: / Who having Hoarded up his Corn in hopes it would rise to a higher Price, was Disappointed so that he fell into Despair, and / Died at last by the fright of an Apparition. 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 11/15/2016 34746

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R227471 1 Fond Boy Fond Boy Fond Boy LEt a[l]l loving people be pleas'd to atte[n]d, / To a woful relation sent up by a friend, Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 300 The West-Country MISER: / OR, AN / Unconscionable Farmer's Miserable End: / Who having Hoarded up his Corn in hopes it would rise to a higher Price, was Disappointed so that he fell into Despair, and / Died at last by the fright of an Apparition. The West-Country MISER: OR, AN Unconscionable Farmer’s Miserable End: Who having Hoarded up his Corn in hopes it would rise to a higher Price, was Disappointed so that he fell into Despair, and Died at last by the fright of an Apparition. The West-Country MISER: OR, AN Unconscionable Farmer's Miserable End: Who having Hoarded up his Corn in hopes it would rise to a higher Price, was Disappointed so that he fell into Despair, and Died at last by the fright of an Apparition. ?-? J. Wolrah

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LEt a[l]l loving people be pleas'd to attend, To a woful relation sent up by a friend, Of a couple of farmers who happen'd of late, To discourse as they met at the parish church-gate: Now the one was a miser who hoarded his store, And the other was loving and good to the poor. The miser he seem'd to be troubl'd in mind, For his heart was to cruel oppresion enclin'd, Though he came from a sermon, yet nevertheless, In a passion these words he began to express: Now the price is abated of all sorts of grain, But I'll never sell mine till they raise it again. O neighbour! How can you thus murmuring stand, When the Lord by a gracious and plentiful hand, Has been pleas'd to replenish our barns again,
Therefore sure we have not any cause to complain: I re[j]oyce in a plenty, for last year I know That the poor they with hungery bellies did go. The miser reply'd with a fury so hot, Friend, a fig for the poor, faith, I value them not, A good price I am willing to make of my corn, But I ne'er was so bauk'd since the day I was born; Above two hundred pound I shall loose now I fear, By the wheat which I might have sold off the last year. The other said, Neighbour, you have your desert, You can blame none alive but your covetuous heart, For you reckon to sell it for twice as much more, And for that very reason you keep up your store; Since you had such a cruel and covetous mind, I declare of a truth you were serv'd in your kind.
The miser cry'd, When I lye down in my bed, I have nothing but troubles and cares in my head; O, this plentiful summer my purpose did cross, I am almost distracted to think of my loss; But I'll keep it as long as my barns will hold, E'er at such a low market my corn shall be sold. O cruel oppressor, the other reply'd, The sw[e]et blessings of God then it seems you will hide, Which he sends for to nourish the race of mankind, In your barns for profit it must be confin'd; Sure the name of a christian you do not deserve, Who desires to see your poor brethren starve. If God had no greater compassion then you, Neighbour, what would this land of poor sufferers do? In the tilling our ground we might labour and strive, Ay, and yet not have bread for to keep us alive; O but blessed be God in the heaven's above, He has sent us down showers of his infinite love. They parted and home the old miser repair'd, As he enter'd the yard he was wofully scar'd, There the Devil with silver and gold did appear, For to bye all his corn that was left the last year: And no sooner the miser had set him a price, But this strange apparition was gone in a trice. He run in and told them what he had beheld, Being frighted they were with astonishment fill'd; All the night in his bed he raving did lye, Let [m]e sell off my corn, I'd not keep it not I: To the grief of his friends thus he languishing lay, And he dy'd about five of the clock the next day. Now let not our thoughts after vanities range, For this was a sad sudden and sorrowful change, On the wealth of the world he had set his whole heart, Yet from that he was forced with sorrow to part: Now let his fatal end be a warning to all, Who in dealing makes not any conscience at all.
London: Printed for J. Wolrah, in Holbourn.