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Trouth I afirme I am so much of A foule the Rougs want to git my Jouels
& Loavs & Littel fishes without my Leave Leave is Lit thay all Caled me
A foull forty years Now I will Call all fouls but onnes men Now to brove me
A foull I Never Could sing Nor play Cards Nor Dance Nor tell A Long storey
Nor play on Any mouskel Nor pray Nor make A pen when I was young I Could
play on A Jous harp it would mak my mouth warter and the Ladeys sumthing
warter gess what I sade Nothing A good Lafe is beter than Crying A Clam
will Cry And warter wen thay are out of there Ellemen so wee the same if
I had Not the gost in my house I would I mean give Lite to my brothers &
sisters and have A pease all over the world and beat the trouthe into
my frinds houe goud it is houe onnest it would be and houe man kind has
bin in posed upon & houe thay have bin blinded with untrouths gosts and
mister Divels there is Now None of that order all Lye the mesonek if thay
wilt make a book of trouth I will give the Creaters but I will take the
Chare and put my frind bonne partey on my Rte hand And the grat ginrel
meroue on my Left hand A Nuf to give the sword is in the banks A Emper
only be still I will take the helm in Love I am A quaker No blod spiled
all in the Love of A Emper you will have in fortey years I may Com back &
see houe you all goue on & what you ware when the gost is gone and mister
Divel pease on Earth be fore I will have a war in my Day I will be your
frind the Emper and if I want help I will Call my frind boneypartey and
gorge the third & Dewide the Lose Now take Care peas I say Except of what
is Rewealed to me for it will Com to pass I was born when grat powers
Rouled I was borne in 1747 Janeuarey 22 on this day in the morning A grat
snow storme the sines in the seventh house wives mars Came fored Joupeter
stud by houlding the Candel I was to be one grat man mars got the beth
to be onnest man to Doue good to my felow mortelz I think I am A quaker
but I have so Littel sense I Cant Deseave I Can swep my hous & git all
A Noue gelt & goue out of hell is bless Law and trouth and Reason on my
side it must be done when I git my worthy widdow it is Dun Not one word
of Anger as Long as I Live to a A good woman I a firme