The brave English Jipsie.
To the tune of the Spanish Jpsie.
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COme follow, follow all,
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Tis English Jipsies call;
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All you that love your lives,
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Heres those for profit strives.
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We fare well when thousands lacke,
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None of us can credits cracke.
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We fare well, etc.
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If we to Gallants come,
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The country people run
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To see what we can doe,
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Much paines they undergoe:Seriously a number strives
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To lead the English Jipsies lives.
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Seriously a number, etc.
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We humor none that lives,
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Nor hate no man that gives,
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Ambition doth not rest
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Ith English Jipsies brest:If they give, weele willing take,
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Nought thats good will we forsake.
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We use all things are quaint,
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With Painters we can paint;
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Our dye is not in vaine,
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For we doe dye in graine:The Walnut tree supplies our lacke,
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what was made faire, we can make black.
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We take a formall course,
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Some fixe upon a Horse
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We single scorne to ride,
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Our horse doth want no guide:
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We by turnes will take our ease,
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And live all humors for to please.
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We scorne for to entise
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With beauty Gallants eyes,
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We beare no beautious face,
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Our subtile slightes to grace,
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We can paint when we command.
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And looke like Indians that are tand.
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We practise not to dance,
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Nor learne no tunes from France,
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Our Knackers make no noise,
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We are no roaring Boyes;
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English Jipsies all live free,
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And love, and live most jovially.
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Our fare is of the best,
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Three times a weeke we feast,
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Nay sometime every day,
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And yet for nothing pay:For, Beefe or Bacon, Geese or Hens,
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What we eate is other mens.
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Sometimes where great men dwell,
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We doe there Fortunes tell,
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Our paines for to requite,
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We diet there all night:In this life we spend our dayes,
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English Jipsies Lawes obayes.
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The second Part. To the same tune.
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WE feare to wrong the Law,
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We live in servile awe,
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Yet wheresoere we goe,
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We seldome find a foe:Wheresoere we come, we find
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For one that hates, an hundred kind,
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Pleasure we have store,
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Who can desire more,
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All doth our paines requite,
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Then frolike we all night,
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Mongst our selves we dance and sing,
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Night content to us doth bring.
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Whatere we get all day,
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That night doth fly away,
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We hoord not up our store,
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For next day we have more,
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Feast our selves with gallant Cheere,
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Spare no cost for wine or beere.
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To drinke, be drunke, and tipsie,
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Delights the English Jipsie:
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we live to love all those
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That are no Jipsies foes:
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Some decayd mongst Gallants, strives
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To leade the English Jipsies lives.
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We beare this honest mind,
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To love all friends are kind
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Our foes we can requite,
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with hatred and despight:
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For we can plague our mortall foe,
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Yet he the actors never know.
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Great store of Coyne we gaine,
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Yet for it take no paine:Our diets seldome sought,
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For it is to us brought,
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Pigs or Geese, or Brawne or Sowse,
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Or any meat thats in the house.
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Thers many stand in feare,
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when we approach but neere,
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Sometimes our very sight
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The children doth affright:Our names are spred both far and neere,
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Our friends we love, but dread no feare,
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We hate all surly slaves,
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Nor love on cunning knaves,
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Our selves can cunning use,
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Yet none we will abuse:He that freely gives, shall find
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The English Jipsies alwaies kind.
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Who ere hath bin in Spaine,
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And seene there Jipsies vaine,
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Shall soone the difference find,
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Else judgement makes him blind:So Spanish Jipsies all adue,
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For English equall are to you.
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So Spanish Jipsies, etc.
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