[The D ]runkards Dyall: or,
[Go]od Sir, Your Nose is durty.
Being a merry Jest most finely convaide,
Betweene an old Lad, and a witty yong Maide.
To the tune of Riding to Rumford.
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T Here was a lusty Lad
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in London dwelling,
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That would a wooing goe,
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where drinke was selling:
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Where a Lasse lustily,
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kept this lad company.
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Till the Pots quality,
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made his nose durty.
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Tossing up Cup and Canne,
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one after other,
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He could no longer then,
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his fancy smoother.
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But gave unto his Lasse
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a draught that welcome was,
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How comes it (Sir) to passe,
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your nose is durty.
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Quoth he, in courtesie
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I must be doing,
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Give us another Potte,
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of the last Brewing.
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Here my love, heres to thee,
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soft a while, sir quoth she,
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For me thinks now I see
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your nose is durty.
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With that this lusty Lad,
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bravely gan swagger,
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Vowing to lay to pawne,
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his Dudgin dagger,
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Fill us full halfe a score
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of Cannes, or somewhat more,
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Youle not away before
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your nose is durty.
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Thus the Wench flouted him
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as he was drinking,
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Which he for favours tooke,
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to his owne thinking.
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Thus away Ale and Beare,
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went by this cople here,
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And she said still, my deare,
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your nose is durty.
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Having now drunke his fill,
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out he went reeling,
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With a wilde running braine
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voide of all feellng,
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With his beloved sweet
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by his side in the street,
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Where all that did them meet,
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saw his nose durty.
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Being thus led along
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all did deride him,
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Till one among the rest,
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soundly did chide him,
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And bad him home to wend
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and not his time to spend
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For now I see, my friend
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your nose is durty.
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How comes it now to passe,
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you are so myred,
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A pot of Ale quoth he
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hath my braines fired.
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Then said the other now
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I see below your brow,
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Although you know not how,
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your nose is durty.
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FINIS.
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The second Part. to the sam[e tune]
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T Hen the Lasse led him home
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to her owne dwelling,
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Where is behapt a Jest
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well worth the telling,
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There with his durty nose
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much he did wrong his close,
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And one might then suppose
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his nose was durty.
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She brought him strong waters then,
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fit for his drinking,
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With some Tobacco , which
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made him so stinking.
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That none durst come him nie,
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if you aske reason why,
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You know as well as I,
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his nose was durty.
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Falling then to the ground,
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came his beloved,
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Where a plaine dealing friend
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she her selfe proved.
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Seeing him in that place
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in a most drunken case,
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Staring him in the face,
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saw his nose durty.
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And for acquaintance sake
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tooke him up friendly,
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Bearing him to a bed,
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neate, fine, and cleanly,
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And laid him downe to sleepe,
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who could not goe nor creepe
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For he had drunke so deepe,
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his nose was durty.
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Next day when he arose
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he lookt about him,
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Perceiving how his Lasse,
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finely did flout him,
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He askt the reason why
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she told him presently,
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Then he found by and by,
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his nose was durty.
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Being sorry for his fault,
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thus he protested,
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That his braines never more
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should be molested,
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Thanking his loving friend,
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that she did succour lend,
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And said he would amend,
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his nose from durting.
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Parting thus soberly
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went he on trudging,
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But mist his purse, when he
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came to his lodging.
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(Quoth he) to deare a shot
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have I paid for my lot,
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Say my friends, have I not,
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with a nose durty.
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All men that love good Ale,
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and other Liquer,
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Nothing in nimble braines
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can be more quicker:
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It will steale cunningly
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in your pates by and by,
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And will make shamefully,
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all your nose durty,
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