The Country-mans new care away.
To the tune of, Love will find out the way.
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IF there were imployments
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for men, as have beene,
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And Drummes, Pikes, and Muskets
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in th field to be seene,
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And every worthy Souldier
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had truely their pay,
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Then might they be bolder,
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to sing, Care away.
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If there were no Rooking,
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but plaine dealing used,
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If honest Religion
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were no wayes abused,
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If pride in the Country
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did not beare sway,
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The poore, and the Gentry
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might sing, Care away.
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If Farmers considerd
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the dearenesse of graine,
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How honest poore Tradesmen
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their charge should maintaine,
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And would bate the price ont
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to sing, Care away.
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We should not be nice ont,
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of what we did pay,
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Af poore Tenants Land-lords,
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would not racke their rents,
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Which oft is the cause of
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their great discontents:
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If againe good house-keeping
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in th Land did beare sway,
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The poore that sits weeping,
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might sing, Care away.
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If to live uprightly
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all men were concurring,
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If Lawyers with Clients
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would use no demurring,
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But kindly would use them,
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for what they did pay;
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They need not sit-musing,
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but sing, Care away.
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If Spendthrifts were carefull
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and would leave their follies,
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Ebriety hating,
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Cards, Dice, Bowling-Alleyes,
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Or with wantons to dally
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by night or by day,
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Their wives might be merry,
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and sing, Care away.
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The second part. To the same tune.
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IF Children to Parents,
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would dutifull be,
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If Servants with Masters;
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would deale faithfully,
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If Gallants poore Tradesmen
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would honestly pay,
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Then might they have comfort,
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to sing, Care away.
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There is no contentment,
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to a conscience thats cleare,
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That man is most wretched,
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a bad mind doth beare,
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To wrong his poore Neighbour,
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by night or by day,
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He wants the true comfort
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to sing, Care away.
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But he that is ready,
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by goodnesse to labour,
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In what he is able
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to helpe is poore Neighbour;
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The Lord will ever blesse him
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by night and by day,
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All joyes shall possesse him
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to sing, Care away.
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Would wives with their husbands,
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and husbands with wine,
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In love and true friendship
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would so lead their lines,
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As best might be pleasing,
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to Godnight and day,
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Then they with hearts easing,
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might sing, Care away.
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No crosse can be greater,
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unto a good mind,
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Than a man to be matched
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with a woman unkind,
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Whose tongue is never quiet,
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but scolds night and day,
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That man wants the comfort
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to sing, Care away.
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A vertuous woman
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a husband that hath,
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Thats given unto lewdnesse,
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to envy and wrath,
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Who after wicked women,
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does hunt for his prey,
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That woman wants comfort,
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to sing, Care away.
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Were there no resorting,
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to houses of vice,
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Or were there no courting
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a wench that is nice,
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Yet ere she will refuse it,
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the wanton will play.
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Poore men might be merry,
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and sing, Care away.
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Like true subjects loyall,
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to God let us pray,
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Our good King so Royall,
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to preserve night and day:
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With the Queen, Prince and Nobles,
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the Lord blesse them aye:
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Then may we all have comfort,
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to sing, Care away.
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