No body loves mee.
To the tune of Philliday.
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N Ow all my mony is gone, how should I swagger?
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Now may I sit alone with wooden Dagger,
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Robert and honest John with mine Host Kester ,
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Could drinke a dozen Cans out of a Tester:
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If now I wash my throat
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Needs must I pawne my coat,
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And sing this heavy note,
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Nobody loves me.
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I [flouris]ht w[ith my friends while my] quoyne lasted,
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Now that my sudd[? ends ?]eir love's blasted,
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Hee and hee with his pot [don't treat me kindly],
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Whilst I could pay my shot [lovin]g me blindly:
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Now that I have no C[hink]e,
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With the Duckes may I [dr]inke,
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All my friends from me shrinke,
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Nobody loves me.
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My Hostis with a smile would entertaine me,
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Now like a varlet vile doth she disdaine me
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I had the Parlor before at [my co]mmanding,
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Now in the kitchin I take up my standing:
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Now all my revell ruffe,
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Is turnd to kitchin stuffe,
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And I sing, Marry muffe,
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Nobody loves me.
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When as I had no want, each one would lend me,
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Now that my mony is skant, they say, God send yee:
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They leave Pearce-penniles, with high disdaining,
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And all are pittiles, to my complaining:
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Their words are guilded faire,
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Their deedes bace copper ware,
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Now I am waxen bare,
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Nobody loves me.
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Faire Mayds would follow me fast for a Fayring,
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I was good company, Purse was not sparing:
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The finest froe in this towne, I might have kist her,
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And perhaps layd her downe, now I must misse her.
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Now that my money is lost,
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They bid me kisse the post,
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Was ever man thus crost,
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Nobody loves me.
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Top of my kin I thought, would not deny me,
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When I do aske them ought, strait they passe by me
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Nought but old proverbs on me they venter,
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Save nought in summer and starve in winter.
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Old Proverbs flye about,
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No money pull they out,
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Their hands have got the gout,
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Nobody loves me.
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Faith Ile goe dig for more and if I find it,
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Like rich Cobs hand and foot, fast will I bind it.
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And hide it in the hay untill it canker,
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Then farewell thriftlesse play, and good Ale Tanker:
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Ile drinke plaine whig and whay,
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Untill my dying day,
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Black pots brings all away,
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Nobody loves me.
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Ile save my money I, to make a purchase
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Or else before I dye, for to build Churches:
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Like worldlings every hower will I be scraping,
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Or like hel stil for more wil I be gaping:
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Ere I doe spend my coyne,
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Ile let my Carcas pine,
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And eate beanes from the suine.
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no body loves mee.
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If I be once rich againe, I wil be wiser,
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And learne of money-men to be a Miser:
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Rather then lend a groat to one or other,
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Ile helpe to cut his throat, were he my brother.
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I will shut up my doore,
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Alwaies against the poore:
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So Karls doe get their store.
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No body loves mee.
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FINIS.
Printed at London for E.W.
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The Second part of No body loves me.
A new Ballad that praiseth good company, sent unto Peter Ply-pot, and Cutbert
Empty-can. To the tune of Dainty come thou to me.
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T Heres no comparison,
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of folly to be made,
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To the meaner sort of men,
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such as live by their trade:
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Vaine pleasure so doth lead,
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their light-braine wits awry,
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That spend and bring themselves,
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to open beggery.
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Company asketh cost,
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Company wasteth gaine:
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Let him that meanes to thrive,
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Much company refraine.
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Such as so wary be,
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to spare and not to spend:
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Thy wastfull quality,
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he shall mock in the end.
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For such as have no care,
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a penny for to keepe:
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Shall never be worth a pound,
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but live in danger deepe.
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Company asketh cost, etc.
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In a torne ragged coat.
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commonly shall he goe:
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His wife with sorrow fild,
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his children full of woe.
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Their stomack seldome shall
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be fild with flesh or fish:
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On his bord shall be seene,
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alwayes an empty dish,
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Company, etc.
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To the Wine Taverne sure,
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and victling house likewise:
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You seeme to bee good friends,
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but your owne enemies:
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For all that you doe spend,
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no thanke they doe you give:
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But in your beggery,
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they laugh to see you live.
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Company, etc.
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Be male content with sin,
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for once a day will come,
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When you that laugh shall weepe,
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this is Christs dreadfull doome:
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Before Lent fast and pray,
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your death you doe not know,
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Thus ere you doe depart,
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starve not your soules with woe.
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Company, etc.
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Though thought will pay no debt.
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yet every honest man,
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To pay each debt is due,
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will doe the best he can:
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For when a man for debt
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in prison fast doth lie:
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Small helpe then shall he have
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of merry company.
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Company, etc.
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The merriest man on earth,
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is overcome of death:
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Repenting with much paine,
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his mirth that was so vaine.
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Blest may he be and glad,
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that for his sinne is sad:
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Great joy shall he obtaine,
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in heaven where Christ doth raigne.
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Company, etc.
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Sith vaine all pleasures are,
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then voyd leud company:
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Good company there is none,
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but in Gods Church alone.
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Silver and gold will rust,
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and friends will prove unjust:
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Let then thy pleasure be,
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to sing Christs veritie
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C ompany, etc.
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The best fellowship I say,
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is for to spend the day
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Among thy familie,
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at thy worke merrilie.
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Then happily shalt thou speed,
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having coine at thy need:
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Full well then maist thou fare.
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thy purse shall nere be bare.
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Company asketh cost, etc.
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The world may justly then
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teach all such foolish men,
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To provide while they may,
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against their sicknes day
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And cease their Ale-house songs,
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the which their credit wrongs,
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Leading more civill lives,
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with these true wedded wives.
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FINIS.
Imprinted at London for E. W.
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