Tobies Experience Explained:
Good Fellows all, whatever you be,
I pray take this advice of me:
Strength will decay Old age will come,
Therefore save something while your youg
To the Tune of, That Dill Doul
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GOod Fellows all I pray draw near,
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to what I here have lately pend.
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Youl say tis true I do not fear,
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and take the Author for your friend:
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For by experiance I have seen;
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how Landladys, draw good Fellows in,
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With pray come in, will not you stay,
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I have not seen you this many a day.
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Come Joan, where is our Maid gone?
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bring a Chair for this honest man,
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Come pray sit down youl stay so long,
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to smoak a pipe ere you are gone;
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Such tricks they have, and ten times worse,
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to draw the Coyn out of your purse
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With pray Sir stay will you go away,
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I have not seen you this many a day.
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And then shel whisper in your ear,
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pray Sir, will you drink Ale or Beer,
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Joan fill a Flaggon, of the best,
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this is my friend, and my old guest:And something more I will you tell,
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you are a man that I love well,
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And you shall stay, you shall not goe away,
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I have not seen you this many a day.
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And then perhaps a Maid may be,
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will come and smile up in your face,
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And Shel sit down upon your knee,
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to keep you longer in that place:
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Then you may kiss, and something more,
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so long as you have money in store,
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These are the bates which they do lay,
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poore honest men for to betray.
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Some Landladys have got the Gout,
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they scarce can turn their Arss about,
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They are so lasy, and so fat,
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their money is so easily got:
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Some do complain of the Excise,
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but I am sure that poor trades men pays;
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Their measure now is made so short.
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that we may pay full three pence a quart.
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A Labouring man must work all day,
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for meat and one poor sixpence pay,
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If in an Ale house once he went,
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how quickly is that sixpence spent:
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Therefore go not into their dore,
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for they are fat enough before,
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But mind your wife if you have one,
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and let these fat arse dames alone.
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Good fellows all that stand here by,
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will you say this my songs a lye,
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I think you may confess tis true,
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and so I say as well as you.
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It is so publick to be seen,
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what tricks they have to draw men in,
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With pray come in, will not you stay,
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pray call when you do come this way,
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How happy might we live and brave,
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if we our money did but save,
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And not maintain those Lasy queens,
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that never doth take any pains:
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Nor toyl, nor wag out of their Chear,
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to draw a man a pot of Beer,
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But call the maid, where is she gone,
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draw some beer for this honest man.
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And so I do conclude and end,
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I pray observe what here is pend,
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Bye one of them both great and small:
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and put them up against your wall:
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The price a penny, and thats not dear,
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twill save you two pence in a year.
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And so I hope you I gain thereby,
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I end having no more to say.
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