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To the tune of Welladay.
1    OF wonders strange that was euer heard, euer heard, The like ne'r came to passe
of this that followes. Let no man this truth doubt,
but rather search it out: For tis spred farre about
in euery place.
2   This woefull chance befell
welladay, welladay, Which I with griefe doe tell,
Lord, haue thou pitty. Since mens hearts are so hard,
that poore from bread are bard, And diuers almost staru'd
in this our Land.
3   In Buckingham Shire this
Accident, Accident, Fell out at a place nam'd
Saint Peters Chassant. This thing though strage, 'tis1 true,
I doe assure all you That doe wrong, wrack and scrue,
the needy poore.
4   The poore being abus'd
by the rich, by the rich, And by them cruelly vs'd in euery Towne:
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