God's great and wondered work in Somerset-shire, the charitable Farmer miraculously Rewarded  
Happening at Welling within three miles of the City of Wells this last Harvest, where an honest Godly Farmer having sold most part of this last Summer and Winter great quantities of Corn to the poor in their distress at five or six shillings the Bushel, when the Market price was ten and eleven shillings; for which he was much derided and scoffed at by his Rich Neighbours, he was recompensed by an extraordinary crop of Wheat, the like was never before heard; of each stalk of straw having divers full large ears, some nine, ten, and thirteen, but generally ten ears on every straw throughout the field which was ten Acres and upwards; of which ears are to be seen at divers Coffy-houses by the Royal Exchange, and at other places in London, Published as a grateful acknowledgement to the goodness of Providence, and to stir up all into Faith in God, and charity towards their poor Neighbours from the consideration of so Remarkable an example.  
The tune is aim not too High.  
 


 
 
 
  

 
 
 
  

 
 
 
  

Some being put to such great want and need  
on pease and beans like horses they did feed,  
Poor little children stands with weeping eyes  
and few there is that doth regard their cries,   

In Somerset-shire an honest man do dwell  
who always loved poor people very well,  
When some beguile widow and fatherless  
this man relieved many in distress.   

When wheat was sold at Markets round about  
for ten or eleven shillings a strike throughout,  
Unto the poor this man be did not grudge  
to sell for five and six his love was such.    

The second part  
to the same Tune.  

Which made poor people flock to him a main  
for half their charge with bread he did maintain  
Besides what he could spare he freely gave  
unto the poor they need not stand to crave.   

For which some rich men envied him full sore  
and said be simply parted with his store,  
And told him plainly if he'd not given o'er  
he might be forced to beg from door to door   

To which this good Samriitan did say  
I shall not want for this another day;  
For when the Lord doth send man blessings store  
he is no more than stuard for the poor.   

Besides quoth he Scripture it doth Record  
he which gives to the poor lends to the Lord,  
And God above will pay him ten times more  
than what in charity he gave the poor.   

And now to see the mercies of the Lord  
what love he to his servants doth aford,  
A wonder strange I'm going now to name  
it will amaze ye all to hear the same.   

For this same man had such a crap of wheat  
the like no mortal man before did reap,  
Nine, ten, eleven, and thirteen ears it yield  
On every stalk or straw throughout the field.   

Ten acres and above of this same ground  
that bore this wheat the like not to be found.  
The Corn is good and heavy in the head  
and eats as well as any's made in bread.   

In threshing now they find so much in store  
as ere they did in ten years' craps before,  
It makes all stand amazed for to see  
how God has blessed this man's charity.   

Hundreds of people round about there came  
to see this wonder that heard of its Fame,  
Both old and young both rich and poor doth cry  
the like was never seen with mortal eye.   

Look on the Picture and hear take a view  
of this same pattern which is carved true,  
It plainly shows the several ears that grew  
upon one straw believe for it is true.   

You covetous misers which doth grip & grind  
the poor, which can of you no favour find  
Poor labourers that works hard day and night  
to stop their wages many takes delight.   

And you that has great yearly rents come in  
to love the poor 'tis high time to begin,  
Do good with what the Lord hath given to thee  
and God above will thy Rewarder be.   

But pride & Taverns now has all the gain  
and poor men's cries in heart they do disdain,  
How many pounds do some spend on a whore  
and will not give one shilling to the poor.   

So to conclude of this here I have penned  
hoping the truth does no body offend,  
But keep in mind still what to you I say  
the King and beggar both are lumps of clay.    By L.W. 
FINIS.   

With Allowance.   

London Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere's, J. Wright, and John Clarke.,