The heavy Heart, and a light Purse.
Being the good fellows vindication to all his fellow Companions, wishing them
all to have a care, and keep out of the Ale-wives snare, for when they are out you
may get in, but when you are in, you cant get out, this by experience he hath
found true, but now he bids them all adieu.
This Song it was composed and made
By a Loyal heart that is called John Wade.
Tune of, My Lord Monks March to London, or, Now we have our freedom, etc.
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FUll fifty Winters have I seen,
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yet nine and forty too many,
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Except that I had better been,
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and not spent my means so vainly:
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For I did rore and spend my store,
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no company could shun me,
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But now I find, and bear in mind,
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my kind heart hath undone me.
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Once I had means, and lived well,
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my neighbours all they know it,
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But by the ringing of the Ale-wives bell,
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I quickly did forgo it.
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My Land I sold for silver and gold,
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they then so easily won me,
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Which makes me say, as well I may
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[my kind heart hath undone me.]
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My Wife she would me intreat
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for to be more wiser;
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Then I told her with anger great,
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its rare to be a Miser,
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Hang it (quoth I) let money fly,
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sorrow shall ner orerun me;
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But now I see, I was so free,
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that my kind heart hath undone me.
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Before id give one penny to my wife,
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id spend two with my fellows;
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My children must fast, which bred much strife,
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whilst I sate in the Alehouse;
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Whilst I drank sack, they small beer did lack,
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no grief could over-run me,
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They lived in want, whilst I did rant
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[my kind heart hath undone me.]
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SO long as I had store of coyn,
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ide never leave my ranting,
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Whilst I did with good fellows joyn,
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my wife she sate a wanting.
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Though they did cry, yet what card I,
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sorrow should ner orerun me,
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Let who woud call, ide pay for all,
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till my kind heart had undone me.
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Here would I trust, there would I lend,
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and spend my money vainly,
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For strong liquor I oft would send,
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now I must tell you plainly.
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My children they would to me pray,
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Good Father let company shun ye,
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Yet ide not spare, nor for them care,
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till my kind heart had undone me.
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I had good House, I had good Land,
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and lived in good behaviour,
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But I spent it all at their command
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now jeers me for my labour.
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My Hostis she woald wait on me,
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my Host then easily won me,
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Cause they did see that I was free
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till my kind heart had undone me.
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Run Tap, run Tapster, I would cry,
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hang sorrow lets be merry,
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My gold and silver I let fly
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in both White-wine and Sherry,
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For my own part, I ner will start,
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no company will shun me,
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Good fellows all I in woud call
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till my kind heart had undone me.
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My Hostis she would still provide
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for me Larks, Chickens and Cony;
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To bed at night she would me guide,
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but twas for the sake of my money,
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She would mehap, my head would cap,
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thus by their tricks they won me,
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Thus with a pin they drew me in,
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till my kind heart had undone me.
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My Hostis she was very wise,
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if that my head grew adle,
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I th morn as saon as I could rise
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she would [provide me a Caudel]
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Then comes my Host strait with a Toast,
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saying boy ile not shun thee,
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Thus by their wile, they me beguile,
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till my kind heart hath undone me.
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But when that I no money had,
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to call I could not leave it,
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To be rid of me then they was glad,
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at last they did perceive it.
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Then where I spent and money lent,
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they strait began to shun me,
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My Hostis Brown began to frown,
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when my kind heart hath undone me.
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I sent my child thought to prevail,
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a shilling for to borrow,
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Or else to trust me two quarts of Ale,
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lo thus began my sorrow,
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Shed send me none, bid her be gone,
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thus grief did over-run me,
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Full fourty pound with her I drownd,
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till my kind heart hath undone me.
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So by that means I strait grew wise,
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and quickly left my ranting,
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Youl say twas time to be precise,
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when everything was wanting.
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For I scarce had to buy me bread,
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grief did so over-run me,
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They did not care though poor I were
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when my kind heart had undone me.
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Now I wish good fellows every one
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in time for to be ruled,
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Let Alewifes sing a mournful Song,
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and never by them be fooled.
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You that do spend in time amend,
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before grief over-run ye,
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Those that do rant in time may wane,
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for my kind heart hath undone me.
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If I had but half that I spent in vain,
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methinks I should live bravely,
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For I lived once and paid no rent,
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though now I am bound to slavery,
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For I am poor, turn[]d out of door,
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grief doth so over-run me,
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So farewel all, both great and small,
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[for my kind heart hath undone me.]
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