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‘Come, neighbours, no longer be patient and quiet,
Come let us go kick up a bit of a riot;
I am hungry, my lads, but I've little to eat,
So we'll pull down the mills and seize all the meat:
I'll give you good sport, boys, as ever you saw,
So a fig for the justice, a fig for the law.’

Then his pitchfork Tom seized—‘Hold a moment,’ says Jack,
‘I'll show thee thy blunder, brave boy, in a crack.
And if I don't prove we had better be ......

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