A true Character of sun-
dry Trades and Call-
ings.
Or, A new Ditty of Innocent
Mirth.
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NOW Gentlemen sit you merry,
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Ill sing you a song of a want,
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Ill make you as merry as may be,
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My Money begins to grow scant.
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A woman without eer a tongue,
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She never can scold very loud;
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It is just such another sad want,
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When a Fidler wants his crowd.
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A ship thats without eer a sail,
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May be driven the Lord knows whither.
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Tis just such another sad want,
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When a Shoemaker wants his leather.
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A M[a]n that has got but one leg,
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Will make but a pitiful Runner.
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And he that has neer an Eye in his Head,
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Will make but a sorrowful Gunnor.
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A doctor without any stomach
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Will make but a sorrowful dinner.
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And he that has no victuals to eat,
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Will quickly look thinner and thinner.
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A Bell without eer a clapper,
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Will make but a pitiful sound.
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And he that has no Land of his own,
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Must work on another Mans Ground.
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A Blacksmith without any Bellows,
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He need not to rise very soon.
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An he thats no cloaths to put on,
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May lie in Bed till its noon,
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An Inn-keeper without any Custom
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Will never get store of pelf;
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And he thats no Sign to hang up,
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May een go hang up himself.
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A Miller without any Stones,
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He has but a sorrowful soul.
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And if he has no Corn to grind,
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He need not stand taking of toll.
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The Taylor we know is loth
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To take any cabbage at all,
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If he has no silk, stuff or cloth
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To do that good office withal.
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A woman without eer a fault
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She like a bright Star doth appear.
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And a brewer without any Malt,
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Will make but pitiful Beer.
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A Man that has got but one Shirt,
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Wheneer it is washd to his hide,
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I hope it is no great hurt,
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To lie in bed till it is dryd.
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A Mountebank without his Fools,
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And a Skip-kennel out of place.
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A Tinker without any tools,
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Are all in a sorrowful case.
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You know a Dish of good Meat
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Is the staff of Mans life,
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But he thats no victuals to eat,
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He needs not to draw out his knife.
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A Pedlar without any Pack,
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It makes him look pitiful blew.
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A Shepherd without eer a Flock,
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Has little or nothing to do.
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A Farmer without any Corn,
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He neither can give, sell, or lend.
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A Huntsman without eer a Horn,
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His wife must be his best friend.
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A Ploughman that has neer a Plough,
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I think must lie at ease.
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A Dairy without eer a Cow,
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Wisl make but bad Butter and Cheese,
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A Man that is pitiful poor
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Has little or nothing to lose.
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And he that has never a Foot,
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It saves him the buying of Shoes.
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A Warren without eer a Coney
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Is barren, and so much the worse,
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And he that is quite out of Money
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Can have no great need of a purse.
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I hope there are none in this Place
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That now are displeasd with my Song,
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Come buy up my Ballads apace,
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Ill pack up my Awls and be gone.
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