An Old Song of the Old Courtier of the Kings,
With a New Song of a new Courtier of the Kings.
The Tune is, The Queens Old Courtier.
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AN old song made of an Old
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aged pate,
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Of an old Gentlemen, who had a
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wealthy estate;
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Who kept an old House, at a
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bountiful rate,
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Like an old Courtier of the Kings,
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And the Kings old courtier.
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A new flourishing Gallant newly
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come to his Land,
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And can take up a thousand pound
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on his own new Band,
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Who keeps two painted creatures
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at his own commend,
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Like a new courtier of the Kings,
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And the Kings new courtier.
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An old Lady whose anger, one
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word asswages,
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And every quarter pays her old
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Servants their wages,
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Who never knew what belongs to
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Coach, Footmen, nor Pages,
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But keeps fifty two stout fellows
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in blew Coats and badges,
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Like an old courtier, etc.
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A new Lady whose face is beauti-
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ful and fair,
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And never knew what belong to
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house-keeping nor care;
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But buys a new Fan to play
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with a wanton Air,
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And several new dressings of other
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womens hair.
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Like a new courtier, etc.
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An old Hall hung round, with
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Pikes, Bills, and Bowes,
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Swords, blades, and bucklers,
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that have endured stout blows,
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And an old Frizadow Coat to cover
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his worships Trunck-hose,
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And an old cup of Sherry to bur-
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nish up his honourable Nose,
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Like an old Courtier, etc.
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The second Part, to the same tune.
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A New Hall built where the Old
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Hall stood,
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Hung round with pictures, that
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does the poor but little good,
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And a new Chimney that never
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burnt Cole nor Wood,
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And a new Shufle board-table
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whereon meat never stood.
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Like a new Courtier of the Kings,
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And the Kings new courtier.
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And an old Study stufe full of Old,
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learned books,
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And an old reverend Chaplain,
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you might know him by his looks
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And an old Kitching that main-
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tains half a dozen old Cooks,
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And an old buttery hatch worn of
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the old hooks,
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Like an old courtier, etc.
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A new study stuft full of Pam-
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phlets and plays,
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And a new drunken Chaplain
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swears faster then he prays.
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And a new buttery hatch opens
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once in four or five days,
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Like a new courtier, etc.
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An old faulkner, a Huntsman,
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a kennel of hounds,
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And his worship did never hawk
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nor hunt,
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But in his Grane-Fathers
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grounds,
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And when he dyed left every child,
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a thousand of old pounds,
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Like an old courtier, etc.
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A new fashion when Christmas
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was dr[a]wing on,
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This new Knight and his Lady
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to London must be gone,
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And left none at home, but the
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new Porter John,
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To relieve poor people with a chump
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on the back with a cold stone,
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Like a new courtier, etc.
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An old fashion when Christmas
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was drawing on,
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Calls all his Neighbors and tenants
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together with bagpipe and drum,
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And meat enough to furnish every
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old room,
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And Beer that will make a Cat
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speak, and a wise man dumb.
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Like an old courtier, etc.
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And when he dyed, to his Son and
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heir he assign'd,
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To be good to his Neighbors, and to
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his Tennants kind.
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And to keep still the same bountiful
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mind,
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Like an old courtier, etc.
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A new Gentleman Usher, whose
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carriage is compleat,
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And the Coachman, Grooms, & Foot-
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men to carry up the meat,
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And when they din'd left them
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little to eat.
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Like a new Courtier of the Kings,
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And the Kings new courtier.
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