Theres nothing to be had without money,
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Hee that brings mony in his hand
Is sure to speed by sea or land,
But he that hath no coyne ins purse
His fortune is a great deale worse,
Then happy are they that alwayes have
A penny in purse their credit to save.
To a new Northerne tune, Or the Mother beguild the Daughter.
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YOu gallants and you swagring blades
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Give eare unto my ditty,I am a boone companion knowne
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In country, towne, and city,
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I alwayes lovd to weare good cloathes,
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And ever scorned to take blowes,
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I am belovd of all me knowes,
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But god a mercy penny.
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My father was a man well knowne
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That usd to hoard up money,
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His bags of gold he said to him
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More sweeter were than hony,
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But I his sonne will let it fly,
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In taverne, or in ordinary,
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I am beloved in company,
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But god a mercy penny.
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All sorts of men both farre and neere
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Where ever I resorted,
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My fellowship esteemed deere,
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Because I was reported
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To be a man of noted fame,
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Some said I well deservd the same,
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Thus have I got a gallant name,
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But god a mercy penny.
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All parts of London I have tride
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Where merchants wares are plenty,
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The Royall Exchange and faire cheapeside
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With speaches fine and dainty,
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They bring me in for to behold
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Their shops of silver and of gold,
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There might I chuse what wares I would
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But god a mercy penny.
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For my contentment once a day
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I walkt for recreation,
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Through Pauls, Ludgate, & Fleet-street gay,
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To raise an elevation:
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Sometimes my humour is to range,
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To Temple, Strand, and new Exchange
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To see their fashions rare and strange;
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But god a mercy penny.
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I have beene in Westminster hall
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Where learned lawyers plead,
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And shewne my bill among them all
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Which when they see and read,
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My action quickly hath beene tride
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No party there my suit denide,
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Each one spake bravely on my side:
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But god a mercy penny.
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The second part. To the same tune.
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THe famous abbey I have seene
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And have the pictures viewd,
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Of many a noble king and Queene
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Which are by death subdud,
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And having seene the sights most rare,
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The water men full ready were
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Me ore the river of Thames To beare;
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But god a mercy penny.
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[?]eare garden when I doe frequent
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[Or] th Globe on the bankeside,
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[?]h afford to me most rare content
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As [I] full oft have tride,
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The best pastime that they can make
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They instantly will undertake,
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For my delight and pleasure sake,
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But god a mercy penny.
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In every place whereas I came
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Both I and my sweet penny,
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Got entertainement in the same
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And got the love of many:Both Tapsters, Cookes, and Vintners fine
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With other joviall friends of mine,
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Will pledge my health in beere or wine,
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But god a mercy penny.
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Good fellowes company I usd
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As also honest women,
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The painted drabs I still refusd
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And wenches that are common,
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There luring lookes I doe despise
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They seeme so lothsome in mine eyes,
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Yet one a project did devise
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To gull me of my penny.
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One evening as I past a long
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A lasse with borrowed haire,
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Was singing of a tempting song,
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Kind Sir quoth she, draw neere,
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But he that bites this rotten crab
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May after chance to catch the scab.
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No pander, baud, nor painted drab,
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Shall gull me of a penny.
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But curled haire and painted face
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I ever have refrained,
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All those that get their living base
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In heart I have disdained,
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My conscience is not staind with pitch,
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No tempting tongue shall me bewitch,
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Ile make no puncke nor pander rich,
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Ile rather keepe my penny.
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Yet will I never niggard be
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While I remaine on earth,
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But spend my money frolickely
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In friendship love and mirth.
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Ile drinke my beare, Ile pay my score
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And eke dispense some of my store,
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And to the needy and the poore,
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Ile freely give my penny.
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Thus to conclude as I began
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I wholly am inclind,
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Wishing that each true hearted man
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A faithfull friend may finde:You that my verses stay to heare
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Draw money for to buy me beere,
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The price of it is not too deere
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Twill cost you but a penny.
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