A Warning for all good fellowes to take heede of Punckes inticements.
To a new tune, called Ile goe noe more a Wooing by night.
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Asist me kinde Muses,
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that I may expresse:
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The fashions of Whoores and Punckes,
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in their progresse:
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That they doe intend to take,
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this present yeare,
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For sweete recreation sake,
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to take the ayre.
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Oh come no more there boyes,
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nor goe not thither:
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But let them goe as they are.
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like whores together.
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For first at Saint James tide,
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they meane to begin:
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Their bawdy Boothes to erect,
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for to catch in:
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All such simple woodcockes,
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as will not beware
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To hate them, and sing with me,
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come noe more there.
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Oh come no more there, etc.
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Bagpipers and fidlers,
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with Phife playing Drummers:
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With Musike will mery be,
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to welcome all cominers:
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That unto such places lewde,
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often repaire:
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Yet hate them and sing with me,
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come noe more there.
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Oh come no more there, etc.
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For Whoores & Punckes you shall have
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there, of all sortes:
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The which will alure you to
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vaine wanton sports,
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If that you will foolishly,
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be caught in their snare:
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Theyle make you sing wofully,
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come noe more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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Ther's naught can be lacking there,
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which may you alure:
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For on all sorts of daintyes,
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you there may be sure:
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Yet take heed, least for the Sawce,
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you pay too deare,
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Then after be driven to sing,
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come no more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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For when as Saint Jameses faire,
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is done and past,
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Then next unto Smithfield,
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they meane for to hast:
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And there take their standings,
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at Bartholomew faire,
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Yet hate them still, least you sing,
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come no more there.
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Then come no more there etc.
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You honest poore Chapmen,
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that comes to this faire:
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On these filthy sharcking Punckes,
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still have a care,
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Least that they deceive you,
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of some of your ware:
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And make you sing mournefully
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come no more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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For civell Punckes you shall have,
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bravely will sharcke it:
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When they come to a faire,
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or any market,
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Yet in their habite goe, as though
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noe such they were,
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Which causeth many sing,
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come noe more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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Besides I have seene to my griefe,
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many good fellowes
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By their base wicked meanes,
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brought to the Gallowes,
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And they themselves cunningly,
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has scaped cleare:
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Then hate their base company,
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and come noe more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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I gladly could wish that,
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all Youthes would refraine,
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Bouling Allayes and Pidging-holes,
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places most vaine.
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Where there they shall nothing learne
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but curse and sweare,
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Then kindely I would them with,
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not to come there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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Thus hoping the better sort,
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are not offended.
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My simple unlearned song,
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heare shall be ended.
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And I in a second part,
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straight will declare,
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What Ill successe Punckes had of la[te]
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at Sturbridge fayre.
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Then come no more there Boyes,
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nor goe not thither:
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But let them goe as they are,
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like Whoores together.
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FINIS.
At London printed for T.P.
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The Second part, to the same tune.
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ALL you wanton wenches,
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which in Venus delight
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A little come listen,
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what I shall recite:
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And let this same Dittie,
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cause you to beware:
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How that you come any more,
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at Sturbridge faire.
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Then come no more there Boyes,
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nor goe not thither:
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But let them goe as they are,
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like Whoores togither.
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What happened unto you,
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I hope you remember:
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When you were at Sturbridge faire,
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in last September:
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Where there you had store of such,
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vilde whipping cheare:
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As that I thinke, you will sing,
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come no more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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A Panderin Turnbole streete,
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which shall be nameles:
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Who kept a Rande-vouse,
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of persons shameles
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Was put to such a fright:
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as I did heare,
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As that I thinke he will sing,
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come no more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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Ther's few of this fellowship,
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that ever thrives:
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Because that they carelessly,
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lead wicked lives:
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Soe that they can pleasure have,
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they never care:
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Till they be inforct to sing,
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come noe more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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The Divell which Author is
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of their darke deedes:
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When their shame it is brought to light,
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with joy it him seekes:
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And he doth seeke day and night,
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their soules to ensnare:
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Then thrice happy is that wight,
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which God doth feare.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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Againe most happy is he,
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has a chast Wife:
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And can contentedly
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so lead his life:
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As that he may Whores detest,
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and of them beware,
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And likewise sweetely sing,
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come noe more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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Like unto Crockadills,
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some Whores you shall have:
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The which with their fained teares,
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will you deceive:
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And yet as common be,
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as a Barbers chaire,
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Then hate their society,
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and come noe more there.
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Then come no more there, etc.
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Least being to tedious,
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heere briefly Ile end:
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Wishing all wicked Whores,
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their lives may amend:
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That if ere they chaunce to come,
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to any faire,
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They nere may neede for to sing,
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come noe more there.
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Then come no more there Boyes,
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nor goe not thither:
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But let them goe as they are,
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like Whores together.
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