Barleymow And Dunghill.

        How many saucy beaux we meet
        'Twixt Westminster and Aldgate-street!
        Rascals - the mushrooms of a day,
        Who sprung and shared the South Sea prey,
        Nor in their zenith condescend
        To own or know the humble friend.

        A careful farmer took his way
        Across his yard at break of day:
        He leant a moment o'er the rail,
        To hear the music of the flail;
        In his quick eye he viewed his stock, -
        The geese, the hogs, the fleecy flock.

        A barleymow there, fat as mutton,
        Then held her master by the button:
        "Master, my heart and soul are wrung - till
        They can't abide that dirty dunghill:
        Master, you know I make your beer -
        You boast of me at Christmas cheer;
        Then why insult me and disgrace me,
        And next to that vile dunghill place me?
        By Jove! it gives my nose offence:
        Command the hinds to cart it hence."

        "You stupid Barleymow," said Dunghill;
        "You talk about your heart and wrung-ill:
        Where would you be, I'd like to know,
        Had I not fed and made you grow?
        You of October brew brag - pshaw!
        You would have been a husk of straw.
        And now, instead of gratitude,
        You rail in this ungrateful mood."

John Gay

John Gay was an English poet and dramatist of the early 18th century. He is best remembered for 'The Beggar's Opera' (1728), a ballad opera that satirized the contemporary government and society of England. Gay was a member of the Scriblerus Club, alongside notable writers like Jonathan Swift and Alexander Pope. Despite facing financial difficulties, his work remains influential in the landscape of English literature.

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