Hang Pinching,
OR,
The good fellowes Observation,
Mongst a Joviall Crew,
Of them that hate Flinching,
But is alwayes true blew.
To the tune of Drive the Cold winter away.
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ALL you which lay clame,
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To a good fellowes name,
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and yet doe not prove your selves so,
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Give eare to this thing,
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The which I will sing,
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wherein I most plainly will show
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With proofe and good ground,
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Those fellowes profound,
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that unto the Alewives are true,
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In drinking their drinke,
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And paying their chinke,
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O such a good fellows true blew,
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But otherwise hee,
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That brabling will be,
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about any trifle to pay,
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When that he doth know
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He so much doth owe,
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yet basely will shrinke his way,
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Or bring the summe lesse,
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Disparaging guesse.
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which willing would pay al thats due,
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His Company I,
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Detest and defie,
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Because that he is not true blew.
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Somes Chaps are so nimble,
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Theyl sit and lick the wimble,
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but when that the Recknings to pay,
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Away they will sneake,
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And not a word speake,
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all which is approved each day,
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The which having seene,
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Doth draw me with spleene,
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to lay open unto your view.
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The honest good fellow,
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Who though hee bee mellow,
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In every kind is true blew.
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Hes of the right mould,
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That spares not his gold.
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mongst hose good fellowes that lack,
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If that they will drinke,
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hel part with his Chinke,
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and lookes not for any ont back,
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But is well content,
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His money is spent,
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among such a joviall Crew,
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And these are the parts,
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And cheefest desarts,
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That showes a good fellow true blew.
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Such difference I
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Doe daily discry,
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amongst the Conditions of men,
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Some given are to fight,
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Some in singing delight
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pray what shall be censured then,
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Why truely my mind,
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To him is inclinde,
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by whom unto mirth I am drew,
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For much I doe hate,
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He that breedeth debate,
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But give me a fellow true blew.
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Theres some of that mind,
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When that they doe find
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a man that is joviall and free,
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Theyl drinke and theyl call,
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But he must pay all,
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or else undischargd it must be.
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Once being servd so,
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No more will I goe,
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into such a frivilous Crew,
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And so Ile advise
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All those that are wise,
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Because that they are not true blew
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The second part To the same tune.
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ACquaint thy selfe then,
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With these honest men,
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as I unto thee will explaine,
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By tokens aright,
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To quicken thy sight,
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that they all base tricks doe disdaine,
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First looke on his nose,
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Then maist thou suppose,
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by the colour that on it is drew,
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That over good Ale,
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He tells no long tale,
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But such a good fellows true blew.
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So likewise is he,
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That loving will be,
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unto his Co-partners at neede,
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In giving them drinke
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When as they want Chinke,
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their necessity for to feed,
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Though precious and rare,
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Such company are,
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yet give the deservers their due,
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For some without blame,
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Deserveth the name,
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Of thats a good fellow true blew.
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But of all and some,
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I yet am not come,
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to tell you the happy estate,
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Of him that can thus
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Be merry with us,
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and yet that vile sinne for to hate,
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Of whoring and dice,
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The which in a trice,
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brings body and soule for to rue,
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Hes happily blest,
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That them doth detest,
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For such a good fellows true blew.
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The wasting of time,
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Is but a small crime,
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to that which I told you before,
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Yet must I confesse,
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The truth to expresse,
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good fellowes are commonly poore,
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But P O for that;
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I leave off such Chat,
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for while that the Brewers doe brew,
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I thus far presage,
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Untill the last age,
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There will bee good fellowes true blew.
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And thus have I showne,
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To what we are prone,
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I hope I shall purchase no blame,
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Among any such,
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That have the best toutch,
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of love to a good fellowes name,
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For to no ill end,
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This theam have I pend,
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but onely to set to your view,
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The difference betweene,
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A puny so greene,
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And hee that is honest true blew.
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I feare not the frowne,
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Of a penurious clowne,
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which if he but twelve pence doe spend
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In Ale or in wine,
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He so will repine,
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his garters must then bee his end.
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But now to conclude,
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My verses so rude,
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a health ile beginne of a new,
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To every kind blade,
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That is not dismayd,
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To be a good fellow true blew.
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