The Country-mans
New Care away.
To the tune of, Love will find out the way.
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IF there were imployments
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for men, as have beene,
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And Drums, Pikes, and Muskets,
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i' th field to be seene,
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And every worthy Souldier,
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had truely their pay,
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Then might they be bolder,
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to sing care away.
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If there were no Rooking,
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but plaine dealing used,
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If honest Religion
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were no wayes abused,
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If pride in the Country
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did not beare sway,
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The poore and the Gentry
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might sing care away.
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If Farmers consider'd
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the dearenesse of graine,
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How honest poore Trades-men
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their charge should maintaine,
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And would bate the price on't
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of what we did pay,
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We should not be nice on't
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to sing care away.
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If poore Tenants Land-lords
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would not racke their rents,
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Which oft is the cause of
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their great discontents:
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If againe good house-keeping
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in th' Land did beare sway,
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The poore that sits weeping,
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might sing care away.
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If to live uprightly
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all men were concurring,
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If Lawyers with clients
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would use no demurring,
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But kindly would use them
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for what they did pay,
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They need not sit musing,
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but sing care away.
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If spendthrifts were carefull
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and would leave their follies,
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Ebriety hating,
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Cards Dice, Bowling-alleyes,
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Or with wantons to dally
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by night or by day,
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Their wives might bee merry,
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and sing Care away.
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The second Part To the same tune.
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IF Children to Parents
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would dutifull be,
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If servants with masters
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would deale faithfully,
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If Gallants poore Tradesmen
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would honestly pay,
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Then might they have comfort
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to sing Care away.
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There is no contentment
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to a conscience that's cleare,
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That man is most wretched
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a bad mind doth beare,
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To wrong his poore neighbour,
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by night or by day,
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He wants the true comfort,
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to sing Care away.
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But he that is ready
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by goodnesse to labour,
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In what he is able,
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to helpe his poore neigbour,
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The Lord will ever blesse him
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by night and by day,
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All joyes shall possesse him
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to sing Care away.
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Would wives with their husbands,
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and husbands with wives,
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In love and true friendship
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would so leade their lives,
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As best may be pleasing,
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to God night and day,
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Then they with hearts easing,
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might sing Care away.
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No crosse can be greater
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unto a good mind,
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Then a man to be matched
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with a woman unkind,
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Whose tongue is never quiet,
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but scolds night and day,
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That man wants the comfort
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to sing, Care away.
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A vertuous woman
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a husband that hath,
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That's given unto lewdnesse,
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to envie and wrath,
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Who after wicked women
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does hunt for his prey,
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That woman wants comfort
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to sing, Care away.
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Were there no resorting,
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to houses of vice,
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Or were there no courting
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a wench that is nice,
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Yet ere she will refuse it,
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the wanton will play,
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Poore men might be merry,
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and sing, Care away.
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Like true subjects loyall,
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to God let us pray,
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Our good King so royall,
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to preserve night and day:
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With the Queene, Prince & Nobles
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the Lord blesse them aye:
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Then may we all have comfort,
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to sing, Care away.
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