Jack Had-Lands Lamentation,
That sold and made away his 'State,
And spent his money early and late;
And let his Wife and Children want,
Now he makes great moan, and does repent:
And desires all Good-fellows where e're they be
To take warning by his Poverty:
He was cast in Prison at that bout,
His own poor Wife she helpt him out;
She had small reason to do that thing,
But true love is a gallant thing;
There is scarce a Tap-house in London Town,
Will help a man when he is cast down.
To the Tune of, It is Old Ale that has undone me.
This may be Printed, R. P.
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TO all Good-fellows i'le declare,
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To take example, and have a care;
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And do not spend your Means in waste,
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For you will repent it at the last;
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For I my self was blindly lead,
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And made all away, I was so bad:
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Let all I say, be warn'd by me,
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of Drinking and bad Company.
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I had Land and Living of my own,
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And a fine Estate, it was well known;
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It was worth threescore pound a year,
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And I spent it all in Ale and Beer:
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My Hostestes was my delight,
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And I was up swilling day and night:
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Let all I say, etc.
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I never took no care at all,
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God knows I had a sudden fall;
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I sold my 'State then all away,
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To maintain the Ale-house night and day
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My Wife and Children was so poor,
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Neighbours cry'd shame at me therefore:
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Let all I say, etc.
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I would come home Drunk unto my wife
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And lead her such a weary Life,
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And she would speak me then so fair,
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And intreat me with a lovely care;
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And say, good Husband be content,
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Alas! you will these things repent:
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Let all I say, be warn'd by me,
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Of Drinking, etc.
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My little naked Children, they
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Were almost pin'd, as Neighbours say;
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And starve so sore for want of Close,
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I had no care of them God knows;
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Now all is gone, and nothing left,
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I may say, farewel Dagger with dudgeon Haft:
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Let all I say, etc.
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I cast my self into some Debt,
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And was Arrested then for it;
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Because I could not get no Bail,
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They cast me in a nasty Gaile,
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And there I lay from my poor Wife,
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She reliev'd me, or I I had lost my life:
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Let all I say, etc.
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When I was in that misery,
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Ne'r an Ale-wife that would come to me;
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For all I had spent my 'State away,
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I had no help of them I say;
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But my poor Wife was my best Friend,
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And succoured me unto the end:
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Let all I say, etc.
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Then my poor Wife she sought about,
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And she made a Friend and got me out;
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She sold her Wedding-Ring away,
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To pay me Fees without delay;
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And did so rejoyce at my release,
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And brought me home agin in peace:
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Let all I say, etc.
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Now all is spent I plainly see,
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There is no help nor no remedy,
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But labour hard and work full sore,
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That money will be better then all before:
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And bring it home unto my Wife,
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And love her as I love my life:
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Let all I say, etc.
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A man that has a state or has good means,
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Ne'r use so much these Tippling Queans
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They drown your money so very sore,
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And make you at the last be poor;
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I am sure that I may say the same,
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But alas, alas, I was to blame:
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But all I say, etc.
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Let every one that goes along,
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Take notice of this new-made Song;
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And take Example now by me,
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That am fallen into this Poverty:
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I wish that I might be the last,
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But alack aday I am not the first:
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Let all I say, etc.
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So to conclude to end the strife,
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Let every Man love his own Wife;
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And save his Money, and keep his store,
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Drink not too much to make you poor;
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A man that has Grace will then repent,
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To see his wife and Children live in want:
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Let all I say, be warn'd by me,
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Of Drinking and lewd Company.
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