The Kind beleeving Hostesse.
I owe my Hostesse money,
Shee takes me for her debter,
On the buttery doore
Stands my Score,
The further on the better.
To the tune of, When Willy once had strayed.
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I Have an Hostesse pretty,
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exceeding faire and witty,
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Where she doth dwell
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I shall you tell
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If you will list to my ditty.
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I owe my Hostesse money,
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shee takes mee for her Debtor:
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on the buttery doore
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stands my Score,
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the further on the better.
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Neere London is her dwelling,
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To trust me shee is willing,
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Her pots are small,
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And little withall,
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But I will looke to her filling.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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To me she beares affection,
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And calls mee her owne complection,
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Her husband John
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Poore silly old man,
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She keepes under subjection.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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To speake poore man he dares not,
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My Hostesse for him cares not,
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Sheele drinke and quaffe,
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And merrily laugh,
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And she his anger feares not.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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All night she will sit smoaking,
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For roaring gallants looking:
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And those which stay,
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Are sure to pay,
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I doe not like such rooking,
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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Tobacco and hot waters,
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And female rooking Cheaters,
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Are bravely drest,
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But I protest,
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I hate such sharking Creatures.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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Shee keepes both Besse and Dolly,
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Brave wenches stout and Jolly,
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But Ile have a care
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Of them to beware,
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I know they are given to folly.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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Theile trade with Dutch and Danish
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The French and lustfull Spanish,
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But when the whores
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Come in a doores,
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Away I bid them vanish.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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Ime sure they shall not cheate me.
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I care not though they hate me,
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Like Crocodiles,
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Their teares and smiles
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Shall not a foole create me.
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I owe my Hostesse money
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She takes me for her debter,
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On the buttery doore
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Stands my Score,
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The further on the better.
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The second part To the same tune.
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THe trueth for to speake rightly,
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They get their money lightly,
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By lustfull sinne,
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Comes Jyngling in.
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Unto them day and nightly.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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Thers swaggering Nathaniel
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With roaring Jacke and Daniel,
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For their delight,
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That loves to keepe,
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A Hawke, a Horse, a Spaniel,
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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Thers swearing Sim and Sanders,
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Are new come ore from Flanders,
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That sweares and roares
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And beates the Whores,
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Yet never were commanders.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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You may have for your money,
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A Rabit or young Coney,
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Most dainty words,
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Her love affords,
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Sheele call you her owne sweet hunny,
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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If you on the sport be eager,
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And that you will not swagger,
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Kind Genlemen
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You neede not then,
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Goe unto Hollands Leaguer.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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For Wenches she can get yee
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And of all sorts can fit yee,
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Most bravely clad,
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As may be had,
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If leasure but permit yee,
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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A Girle attird in Sattin,
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Can speake both French and Latine,
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If you have gold
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You may be bold,
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And have a fine roome to chat in.
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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A Country Lasse thats pretty,
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Or one fetcht from the City,
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Or for your sport,
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One tall or short,
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A handsome Wench thats witty,
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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If so beleeving am yee,
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As for the rest O damme yee,
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But will be kind
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Unto your mind
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The Whores will finely flam yee,
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I owe my Hostesse money, etc.
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By others harmes be warned,
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With wisedomes eye discerne it.
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And have a care
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You come not there,
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From them the French to learne it.
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I owe my Hostesse mony, etc.
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With hony words I will screw her;
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And many a fine tricke shew her,
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Ile keepe me away,
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When shee is to pay,
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Her Baker and her Brewer.
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I owe my Hostesse money,
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Shee takes me for her debter:
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and lookes for the day
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when her I should pay,
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the more it is still the better.
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