DOINOS AT TIPTREE— ABOUT 1803. 
 
 THE “LURCHER.” 
 
 COME, hearken awhile, and the truth you shall hear, 
 ’Tis of the sad dearth that has happen’d this year ; 
 Though but made by the farmers and millers,— 'tis true, 
 And Long Tom, the « Lurcher,” ’s the worst of the crew. 
 
 For his flour he sent off, which made such a rout. 
 That the Bull and the “Mole” it were forced to fight out: 
 Whilst the Bull and the “Mole” did about this flour fight. 
 The ^^Lurcher,” Long Tom, look’d as black as the night. 
 
 When folks brought ready cash he them flour did deny, 
 And, to make the case worse, he e’en swore to a lie ! 
 
 Yes, his will for to gain of the innocent “ Mole,” 
 
 Tom, he took a false oath— never thought of his soul ! 
 
 Oh! all his contrivance, and all his delight. 
 
 Is to “snap” at small farmers — poor people to “bite:” 
 Kind to man nor to horse, deny it who can, — 
 
 He is but a “ Lurcher,” though called a man. 
 
 So now, yon small farmers, 'tis hoped that you’ll still 
 E’er beware of the “ Lurcher” of old Tiptree Mill ;— 
 Now wheat it gets cheaper, and flour it must fall. 
 
 But Long Tom, the “ Lurcher,” will be last of all ! 
 
 MAY, 1841. 
 
 OBEAT TOTHAII I PBINTED AT OHABLBS CLAKk’s PBIVATB PBBSi.