The Poet's Dream: OR, The Great Outcry and Lamentable Complaint of the LAND against BAILIFFS and their DOGS.  
Wherein is Expressed their Villainous Outrages to poor Men. With a True Description of their Knavery and their Debuac'h Actions; Prescribed and Presented to the view of all People.  
To the tune of, Sawny, etc.  
 

AS I lay Slumbering in a Dream,  
methought the world most strangely went;  
The Bailiffs on High Seats was seen,  
which caused the Poor's great Discontent.  
They plucked true justice from the Throne,  
Erecting Laws was made of their own,  
And burdened the Poor till they made them groan,  

And that's the cause that the Land Complains.    

Their Meeting House was an Alewives Bench,  
fixed in a Street that is termed Old;  
Their Speaker was an a Play-house-Wench,  
both Whore and Thief, and a Devilish Scold.  
She'd Guzzel Brandy, Wine, or Ale,  
And then she'd at her Neighbours Rail,  
And send for the Bailiffs to have them to jail,  

And that's the cause that the Land Complains.    

Methoughts a mighty Hunting-match,  
was made by Bailiffs and their Curs:  
Poor men was the Deer they strove to catch,  
the Houses placed in the Room of Furs:  
The Suburbs-Round it was their Park:  
The Bailiffs Yell, the Dogs did Bark,  
The Poor kept as close as Noah in the Ark;  

And that's the cause that the Land Complains,    

Then Shepherd and his Dog wheeled up tothth' right,  
and thundered by a Cursed Lane,  
And there the Villains wrought their Spite,  
for by them once was a Poor Man slain:  
They Swear before they'll ever lack,  
They'll go to Hell a Pick-a-Pack,  
And thus poor Debtors they go to rack,  

And that's the cause that the Land complains.    

There's Cursing Will and Dam- Jack,  
and Robin Turner's alive again;  
And Paunchgut- Tom, (a Hellish Pack,)  
with perjured- Dick and Bawdy Ben:  
Which formerly on Earth did Dwell,  
And now they are returned from Hell,  
And doth against our Laws Rebel,  

And that's the cause that the Land complains.    

When I awaked from my Dream,  
Methoughts the World turned upside down,  
And in great haste▪ I Writ this Theme,  
for the Bailiffs Dogs of our Town:  
Who for their prey each hour do wait,  
Like death at every poor Man's Gate,  
And brings the Realm to a Dismal fate,  

And that's the cause that the Land complains.    

When Poor men are out of Employ,  
and have not a Farthing in the World;  
The while there Wives and Children Cry,  
there's many are in a Prison hurled.  
Men are Enticed by the Bumms,  
Who swear they ne'er will pay their Sums,  
Thus Poor in Flocks to the jailor comes;  

And that's the cause that the Land complains.    

The Tally-man, Curmudgeon keeps  
a Baylif and his Dog to By't;  
If in their Books men ever Creeps,  
they quickly swear they'll have their Right;  
So soon as e'er they do Back-slide,  
The Torturing jale they must abide,  
Then Toby and Dog's Employed;  

And that's the cause that the Land complains.    

When Rogues are at the Old-Bayly Burned,  
and that their Pilfering Trades do fail;  
From Thiefs to Bayliffs-Dogs have turned,  
to plague and hurry the Poor to jail:  
How like Kidnappers all the Day,  
In every Corner they Survey,  
And quaff whole Bowls when they get the 〈◊〉  

And that's the cause that the Land comp●●●●●●.    

Ten Groat the Fees, and a Crown the ●  
and three Round 000s for a Writ besides  
Thus Laws are broken, and poor men O 〈…〉  
such Racking Torments they must abide  
And while the Prisoner sends for Bail,  
They Tope the Brandy, Beer, and Ale,  
And makes him pay, or they have him to I●●●  

And that's the cause that the Land comp●●●●●●    

For Twenty Shillings, Ten, or Five,  
they'll put a man to a Cursed Charge;  
Or run him to jail they'll soon contrive,  
where other Bills are expressed at Large:  
The jayl-fees many are bound to Rue,  
The Garnish, Bed and Turn-Key too,  
Expects an unexpected Due;  

And that's the cause that the Land compl●●●●●    

Your Moore-field Mobbs, and Whetstone-W 〈…〉  
has Bailiffs and their Dogs for Friends;  
When Lustful Youth pays Venus' Scores,  
those Spunging Pimps the House attends  
If Cullies fight in a Drunken fit,  
Away goes Toby's Dog for a Writ,  
Thus many falls in the Bailiffs pit;  

And that's the cause that the Land compla●●●●    

'Tis seldom a Bailiff or his Dog,  
is ever known for to go to Church;  
As soon as they here the Word of god,  
they leave the Parson in the lurch:  
They swear they'll come to church no more,  
They lay their Sins to Adam's Score,  
And jaunts to moorfield's to a Whore:  

And that's the cause that the Land complain●●    

Thus I conclude and end my Song,  
desiring that you would be content:  
There's Christian-Peers that may right our wr●●●  
when Heaven yields up a Parliament:  
I hope true Reason will plead our cause,  
While they're erecting wholesome Laws,  
They'll keep us from the Crocodiles paws;  

And cease the Poor of the Lands complaints.    
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball near the Bear Tavern.