John Hadlands advice:
Or a warning for all young men that have meanes, advising them to for-
sake lewd company Cards, Dice, and Queanes,
To the tune of the bonny bonny Broome.
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TO all men now Ile plainely show,
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how I have spent my time,
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For I have wrought my overthrow
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with drinking Beere and Wine:
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I had no grace for to foresee
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my folly, till twas too late,
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But still did follow lewd company,
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I meane each drunken Mate.
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But now I may with sorrow sadly say,
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my heart is filled with woes,
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Had it not beene for the good Ale-tap,
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I had gone in better clothes.
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My meanes is spent and all is gone,
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and friendship now is growne cold,
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Alas, Im comfortlesse alone,
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now I thinke oth proverb old,
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Which saies as long as men have means
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they shall regarded be:
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But having none they lose their friends,
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and then comes misery.
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For now I may, etc.
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So long as I had money store,
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I had much pleasure indeed,
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But now alas I am growne poore,
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and doe want to serve my need:
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But there is none will doe for mee,
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as I for others have done,
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For I was alwaies kind and free,
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and that is plainely knowne.
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But now, etc.
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I have beene drinking oftentimes,
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amongst the roaring brave Boyes,
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Of Beere and Ale, and choice of Wines,
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which I have thought much joyes.
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But now I finde it was not good
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to use such company.
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For now alas I have understood,
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it hath caused my misery.
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And now, etc.
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I had no power for to give ore,
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when once I did begin,
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I spent my money and run oth store,
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to follow that deadly sinne:
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Alas I did not thinke that I
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should ere have suffered want,
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For I did cry hangt let money flie,
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tis vaine to thinke upont.
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But now, etc.
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Whilst I had meanes I stil found friends
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which made a very faire show,
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But now I want, their friendship ends,
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and me they will not know.
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Which striketh terrour to my poore heart
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to thinke what I have beene,
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But now I suffer woe and smart
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even for my former sinne.
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And now, etc.
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My Host and Hostesses where I came,
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they would bid me welcome still,
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I was the man that had the fame,
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to call and bid them fill:
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If I bid goe then they would runne,
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to tend on me they were willing:
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And many a time it was well knowne,
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for two groates I paid a shilling.
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But now I may with sorrow sadly say,
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my heart is filled with woes,
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Had it, etc.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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THeir words were sweet & I might greet,
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my Hostes and her fine Maid,
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With a kisse or two when as none did seet,
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but I have full dearely paid.
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For they would crave fine knacks to have,
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and I did give it them still.
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My meanes maintaind them fine & brave,
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their minds I did fulfill.
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But now I may with sorrow sadly say,
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my heart is filled with woes:
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Had it not bin for the good Ale-tap,
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I had gone in better clothes.
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Sometimes an ell of Lawne or two,
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Cambrick or Holland most fine,
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For a favour on a Lasse I did bestow,
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to walke with me toth Wine,
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And there I have consumd my meanes,
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in a most shamefull sort,
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Amongst those Caterpiller queanes,
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which grieves me to report.
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But, etc.
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You Gallants all, to you I cry and call,
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learne by me for to be wise,
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For I did climbe till I had catcht a fall,
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and now I cannot rise:
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Therefore Im in a wofull estate,
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as all men plainely may see:
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Now I repent but tis too late,
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for there is no remedy.
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And, etc.
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Now must I stand with my cap in my hand,
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and of a clowne favour crave,
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Whereas formerly I have had command
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of those were fine and brave:
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But now brave Gallants me despise,
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because that I have no meanes,
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Once more young men learne to be wise,
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hate Cards, Dice, Whores, and Queanes.
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For, etc.
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John Had-land now some doe me call,
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and that name well I may have:
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I being poore they will chide and braule,
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and doe call me rogue and slave:
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Which is much griefe unto my mind,
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to thinke they should use me so,
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Theyr harsh to me to whom I was kind,
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my friend is growne my foe.
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Therefore, etc.
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Thus have I told to young and old,
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that they may warning now take,
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For hereby me you may well behold,
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that friends will you forsake:
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When once that you grow poore and bare,
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and have no money to pay,
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Then followes misery griefe and care,
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and your friends depart away.
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Therefore I may with sorrow sadly say,
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my heart is filled with woes:
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Had it not bin for the good Ale-tap,
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I had gone in better clothes.
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