The forlorne Traveller:
Whose first beginning was pleasure and joy,
But his riotous spending wrought his decay,
Hee tooke delight to spend and rore,
And at the last dyd very poore.
To a dainty new Court Tune.
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YOu Yong men that much pleasure have
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come lend an eare
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To me that once lived fine and brave,
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and voyd of all feare,
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For I had gold and silver plenty,
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With all things dainty,
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and then I did rore;
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But now alas I am growne poore,
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And not respected, but am rejected,
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woe is mee therefore.
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My Parents were of good estate,
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and did maintaine
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Me for to spend at any rate,
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which was but in vaine;
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They lowd me meanes to spend and revel,
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In courses evill:
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they such true love bore
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To me, but now, etc.
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No Towne nor City in England faire,
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but I have seene,
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And I doe meane for to declare,
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whereas I have beene;
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And in each place my meanes consumed,
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Thus I presumed
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for to spend and rore,
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But now alas I am, etc.
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From London I to Graves-end went,
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with coine great store,
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To Canterbury in famous Kent,
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and many Townes more,
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Where I did meet with roring Gallants,
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That spent their tallents,
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thus I company bore;
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But now alas, etc.
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Sussex, Surrey, and Southampton,
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and Barkeshire too,
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Wiltshire, Dorssetshire and so on,
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as many more doe,
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Till all is spent and they forsaken,
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Then are they taken.
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with sorrow full sore,
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So ist with me, for I, etc.
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Summersetshire and Devonshire,
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and Cornwall then,
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I traveld, as you now may heare,
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and then backe agen,
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Then Gloster, Hereford, and Woster,
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Stafford and Chester,
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I ranged all ore,
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But now alas, etc.
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My Host and Hostesses where I came,
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bid me welcome still,
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Saying, kind sir your selfe may claime,
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even what you will,
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You may but aske and have your pleasure,
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In any measure,
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daunce, sing, drinke and rore,
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But now alas, etc.
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To Darby, Yorke, and Lancashire,
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and to Comberland.
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Westmerland Durram, then I did prepare
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to Northumberland,
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My money now being much wasted,
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I backward hasted,
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for to fetch some more;
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But now alas I am growne poore,
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And not respected, but am rejected,
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woe is me therefore.
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The second part. To the same tune.
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TO Lester and to Notingham,
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I backe returned,
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So to Warwicke and Lincolne came,
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whereas I sojourned,
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There did I wast away my treasure,
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Beyond all measure,
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yet still I did rore,
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But now alas I am growne poore.
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And not respected, but am rejected,
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woe is me therefore.
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Norfolke, Suffolke, and Cambridge to,
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and through Huntington,
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Northampton and Rutland also,
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Oxford, Buckingham,
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So I to Bedford, Hartford, Essex,
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Then to Middlesex,
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where I lived before,
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My friends soone dyed, then I, etc.
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My friends being dead, my meanes I sold,
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and then did goe,
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With gallant Sparkes of courage bold,
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against Englands foe,
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The Neptunes foaming floods we passed,
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And thus we trased
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to the forraigne shore,
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But now alas, etc.
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Then in the exercise of Mars,
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wee soone were tride,
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Whereas our lucklesse fortune was,
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soone for to abide,
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Hunger and cold with bloody battell,
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The Drummes did rattell,
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and the Canons rore,
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From thence returned I, etc.
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When I for England came againe,
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I tryed my friends,
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To see what meanes I could obtaine,
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but their friendship ends,
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They say I might have beene more carefull
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My case is fearefull,
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which doth grieve me sore,
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For now alas, etc.
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Once where ere I did come or goe,
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I still found friends,
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But now I cannot finde it so,
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having no meanes,
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They will not now so much as know mee,
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But doe forgoe mee,
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now from doore to doore,
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Im faine to beg, etc.
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Let this a warning be to all
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prodigall youth,
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Here you may now behold the fall,
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of him that shewth
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His carelesse and riotous spending,
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But now his ending
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is like to Jane Shore,
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For he was, etc.
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Thus to conclude I will relate,
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of this poore man,
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He dyd in a wofull estate,
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as I understand,
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For in the open fields he dyed,
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Being denyed,
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to come within doore,
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Nay at the Brick kills he was burned,
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And his flesh turned,
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to ashes all ore.
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