Round boyes indeed.
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The Shoomakers Holy-day.
Being a very pleasant new Ditty,
To fit both Country, Towne and Citie,
Delightfull to peruse in every degree,
Come gallant Gentlemen, hansell from you let me see,
To a pleasant new Tune:
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HEre we are good fellowes all,
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round Boyes round:
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Attendance give when we doe call,
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round boyes indeed.
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Since we are here good fellowes all,
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drinke we must and worke we shall.
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And worke we will what ere befall,
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for money to serve our need.
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We get our livings by our hands,
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round boyes round
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Then fill us beare at our commands,
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round boyes indeed,
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Our livings we get by our hands,
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as plainly you may understand,
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Whilst many gallants sell their land,
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for money to serve their need.
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We set our stitches just and straight,
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round boyes round,
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And doe our worke without deceite,
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round boyes indeed,
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Tho Munday Sundayes fellow be,
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when tuesday comes to work fall we
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And fall to worke most merrily,
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for money to serve our need.
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The titles which our trade adorne,
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round boyes round,
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Shoemakers sonnes were princes borne,
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round boyes indeed,
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For kind S. Hughe and Crispins sake,
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a merry day we meane to make,
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And after to our tooles betake,
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for money to serve our need.
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And if our Master angry seeme,
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round boyes round,
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We little doe of that esteeme,
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round boyes indeed,
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S. Hughs bones up we take in hast,
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both pinsers, punching alle and last,
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The gentle Craft was never disgrast,
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they have money to serve their need.
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If we want cash over night,
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round boyes round,
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We shall not long be in that plight,
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round boyes indeed,
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Next day ere morne God will us send,
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if wee to worke our humour bend,
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And merry make each friend with friend
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with money to serve our need.
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We scorne such cheating knaves and queanes
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round boyes round,
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Which doe not live by honest meanes,
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round boyes indeed,
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When theves & whores to tyburne pack
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wele drink strong beere good ale and sack,
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The gentle Craft did never lacke,
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for money to serve their need.
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The second part. To the same tune.
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O Fie upon the cursed crew,
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round boyes round,
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We doe defie the cursed crew,
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round boyes indeed,
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The gallowes take that wicked crue,
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that will not keepe them just and true,
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And pay to every man his due,
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and have money to serve their need.
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The shirking rooke and base decoy,
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round boyes round,
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Our company shall not injoy,
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round boyes indeed,
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But with those men of good report,
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that lead their lives in honest sort,
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A Jugg or two will make us sport,
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we have money to serve our need.
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The smith, the weaver, and the tayler,
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round boyes round,
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The feriman and the joviall sayler,
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round boyes indeed,
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The mariner and souldier bold,
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are in the booke of fame inrold:
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That ventured have their lives for gold
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and money to serve their need.
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The carpenter we daily see,
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round boyes round,
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The mason and bricklayers be,
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round boyes indeed,
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he Costerdmonger will not shrinke,
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The is noe niggard of his chincke,
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But with boone blades will sit & drinke,
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when he of it hath need.
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The maltman and the baker stout,
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round boyes round,
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Will with the brewer have aboute,
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round boyes indeed,
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The tapster may not loose his share,
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though barly broth be nere so deare,
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Hele give his friend a jugg of beare
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if that he stand in need.
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The butcher if he be a drie,
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round boyes round,
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Hele keepe good fellowes company,
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round boyes indeed,
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The tanner when he comes to towne,
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weighs not the spending of a crowne,
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Amongst his chapmen up and downe,
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he hath money to serve his need.
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All those good fellowes which are na'md
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round boyes round,
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Within this song I here have fra'md,
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are round boyes indeed,
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The gentle Craft doth beare good will,
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to all kind hearted tradesmen still,
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That keepe the proverbe to fullfill,
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a penny to serve their need.
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Now to conclude my harmlesse dittie,
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round boyes round,
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I wish both countrie towne and Citie,
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round boyes indeed,
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That every man and woman kind,
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a faithfull friend may ever finde
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So here my friends you know my mind,
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keepe money to serve your need.
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I trust none of this company,
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round boyes, round
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Will with this song offended bee,
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round boyes indeed,
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therefore let some kind Creature heare
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give hansell for to buy me beere,
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To make my throat more shrill & cleere
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you sae I have great need.
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