The New Compos'd Medly;
OR,
The true Vertue of the Hop-Sack.
If ever this be seen by Men,
Which I do here unfold.
It will be in a Hop-Sack then
As true as e're was told.
To the Tune of, With a Hop-Sack.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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I Pray draw near, and you shall hear,
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a story which is known to be true,
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The knaves in White Fryers will make it their case,
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to pay all their Creditors what is their due,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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The London Misses they have said,
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they cannot indure the name of a Whore,
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Therefore they protest they will leave off their trade
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and never will follow that calling no more,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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Besides they make a sad complaint,
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and say that Pride too much does abound,
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Therefore they will leave off their powder and paint.
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and ever hereafter will modest be found,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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The Ale-wives they are loving still,
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for if a Man be willing to call,
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She'l draw him good Liquor as much as he will,
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without e're a penny of Money at all,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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The Miser he does hate his Gold,
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and is resolved to save no more,
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For if it be true; now as I have been told.
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he'l sell all he has, and will give to the poor,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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Both Lords and Earls will go to Plow,
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that Ralph and Roger may live at their ease,
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And e'ry fair Lady will Milk the brown Cow,
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and Lawyers at Westminster plead without fees,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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The Landlords they act very fair,
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poor Men of them has no cause to complain,
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They having no reason at all to take care,
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to get up their rent for he'l gift them again,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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The Poets now are grown so rich,
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as having gotten so much by their pen,
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They cannot be quiet, their fingers does itch,
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to build some new Colledge for poor decay'd men,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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Poor Men they now may live at rest,
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if this be true as I have been told,
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Bad Wives they will never their Husbands molest,
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theyl learn to live quiet and never will scold,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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There's no Man need in Jayl abide,
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he may come out without paying of fees,
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The doors of the Prisons are opened wide,
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and every prisoner walks where he please,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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The Taylors now will steal no more,
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that practice they will clearly refrain,
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What e're they have Cabbidg'd they vow to restore,
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and bring it to every Master again,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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The Brokers now by joynt consent,
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from griping poor men they will refrain,
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And likewise forgive them the Money they lent,
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restoring them all their Apparel again,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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Some Men who has most handsome Wives,
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their reputation they often stain,
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But now theyr resolved to live better lives,
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and never to Cuckold their Husbands again,
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In a Hop-Sack.
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Now to conclude and make an end,
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I hope all you that hear me this day,
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Will buy of my Ballads which here I have pen'd,
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for every Sillable's true, by my fay.
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In a Hop-Sack.
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