A very pleasant new Ditty,
To the Tune of Stand thy ground old Harry.
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COme Hostesse fill the pot,
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for a penny will never undo mee.
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If thou has no money to pay the shot,
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my Guest thou art welcome to me.
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Come fill us a dozen of Cannes.
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though they be but a pint a peece,
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We sweare weele drinke 'em off every man,
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and then weele the Tapster fleece.
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For after a while we are here,
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And after a while we are gone:
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And after a while we have money,
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And after a while we have none.
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Suppose a young man spend,
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and then have no money to pay,
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He hath no credit, nor none youll lend,
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but you will his Castor stay.
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Yet still he will call for Beere,
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with a full couragious note:
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But when the reckoning he doth heare,
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now marry he hath never a grote.
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For after a while we are here, etc.
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Good fellowes inrich the house,
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where they doe daily use:
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So long as they deale in honest sort,
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and doe not the man abuse.
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But we are such fellowes growne,
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as day may appeare:
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That a Fleming of the female kinde
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is [b]etter then English Beere.
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[For after] a while, etc.
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We love good liquour well,
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and will not a Canne refuse:
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But when the reckoning comes to pay,
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we had rather gaine then loose.
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Yet for to gull the Tapster
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we are exceeding loath,
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But the chiefest fault in him we finde,
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he doth fill his cans with froth.
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For after a while, etc.
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The Butcher with his winde,
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doth love to puffe his meate:
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The Cooke doth in his kinde
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delight the world to cheate.
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The Taylor with his sheares
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will shread a garment small,
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But an honest drunkard still
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is the chiefest fellow of all.
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For after a while, etc.
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The high-lawyer bravely goes,
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on high-wayes taking rent:
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But often he pawnes his cloths,
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his money being spent.
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Many a man doth cheate,
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till to the Stocks he fall:
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But your honest drunkard still,
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is the chiefest fellow of all.
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For after a while we are here,
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And after a while we are gone:
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And after a while we have money,
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And after a while we have none.
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The Second Part. To the same tune.
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FUll many that seeme precise,
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will now and then be drunke:
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And others thought full wise,
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will spend till they be sunke,
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But tis so closely done,
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the fault doth seeme but small,
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But your honest drunkard still,
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is the chiefest fellow of all.
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For after a while we are here,
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And after a while we are gone:
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And after a while we have money,
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And after a while we have none.
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The Malt man with his meale
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doth oft times hoyst the prise,
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With mingled stuffe heele deale,
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yet still his graine must rise
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Though the Country sell it cheape.
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his rate shall never fall,
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But yet your honest drunkard still
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is the chiefest fellow of all.
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For after a while, etc.
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The Courtier will intrude
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to the company of a maid,
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And will her with words deceive,
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if she trust all that's said:
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But let the shot be paid,
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his expences is but small,
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But your honest drunkard still,
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is the chiefest fellow of all.
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For after a while, etc.
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Some Trades-man if you please,
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his humour for to try,
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His gaine shall still increase,
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or else he will sweare and lye.
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But if you nought will buy,
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inrag'd he then will fall:
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But your honest drunkard still,
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is the chiefest fellow of all.
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For after a while, etc.
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Your under-Officers,
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that so lately were allow'd,
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Will in their offices
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be damnably divellish proud,
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For they will abate no fee,
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although the fault be small:
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But your honest drunkard still
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is the chiefest fellow of all.
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For after a while, etc.
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Some Bakers pure doe show,
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although they use false weights:
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And Chandlors well I know,
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have pretty cunning sleights.
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Your cruell Sergeants will
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no pitty take at all:
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But your honest drunkard still
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is the chiefest fellow of all.
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For after a while, etc.
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Your Panders will be proud,
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good fellowes not precise:
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Your officers turne wood-peckers,
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when they be stiled wise.
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Good-fellowship will stand,
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when as the rest will fall:
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For your honest drunkard still
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is the chiefest fellow of all.
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For after a while, etc.
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Come fill us each man a quart,
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and give us a bottle of Ale:
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Ile pledge thee with all my heart,
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if our liquour be but stale.
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Let us have thy Tester and mine,
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and so it shall flye all day:
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Weele call and alwayes joyne,
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though we have no money to pay.
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For after a while we are here,
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And after a while wee are gone:
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And after a while we have money,
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And after a while wee have none.
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