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<VID>181752</VID>
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<HEAD>The Alewives Invitation to Married-Men, and Batchelors. SHEWING How a Good Fellow is &s;lighted when he is brought to Poverty.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>Therefore take my Coun&s;el, &amp; Alewives don't tru&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For when you have wa&s;ted, and &s;pent all you have,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then out of Doors &s;he will you headlong thru&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Calling you Ra&s;cal, and &s;hirking Knave.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;o long as you have Money, come early or late,</HI></L>
<L><HI>You &s;hall have her at Command, or el&s;e her Maid</HI> Kate.</L>
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<OPENER>To a New Tune; or, <HI>Digby</HI>'s Farewell.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>GOod fellows con&s;e hither, 'tis to you I &s;peak,</L>
<L>Good Coun&s;el here's for you, if you will it take,</L>
<L>In thy Pockets may &s;ave thee many a Town,</L>
<L>Where ever thou walke&s;t in City, or Town:</L>
<L>It's known a Good fellow I've been many a year,</L>
<L>And much have I &s;pent in wine and &s;trong heer:</L>
<L><HI>For &s;o long as I had money, my kind Ho&s;te&s;s &s;he,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Would cry, come when thou wilt boy, thou art welcome to me.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>For &s;he knew, late or early, a-pace I would call,</L>
<L>And whoever drink it, yet I'd pay for all;</L>
<L>Which made her take delight much in my compa|ny;</L>
<L>But t'was more for the love of my money, then me:</L>
<L>And &s;o long as my credit and &s;tock it would hold,</L>
<L>Come early or late, I might have what I would:</L>
<L><HI>For &s;o long as I had money, my kind Ho&s;te&s;s &s;he,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Would cry, Come when thou wilt, Boy, thou art welcome to me.</HI></L>
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<L>But when I had ma&s;ted and con&s;um'd my &s;tore,</L>
<L>And had nothing to mortgage, or &s;ell to make more,</L>
<L>Unto my fine Ho&s;te&s;s I then told me my tale,</L>
<L>She mu&s;t lend me &s;ome money, or I go to'th' Goal:</L>
<L>Nay tarry, &s;aid &s;he, I don't &s;ee it &s;o rife,</L>
<L>I'&s;t not lend you a penny, if 'twould &s;ave your life:</L>
<L>This was all the comfort that I got from &s;he</L>
<L>That always pretendeding friend for to be.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Therefore it is good to &s;ave &s;omething in &s;tore,</L>
<L>Make much of a little, and 'twill encrea&s;e more;</L>
<L>For the times they are hard, and money is &s;cant,</L>
<L>And by drinking there many a man comes to want:</L>
<L>Then whil&s;t you have goods, either hou&s;e or yet land,</L>
<L>Be&s;ure to be careful, and keep't in your hand.</L>
<L><HI>For &s;o long as I had money, my kind Ho&s;te&s;s &s;he,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Would cry, Come when thou wilt, Boy, thou art welcome to me.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Let a Man come to to an Alehou&s;e tho' Cloaths they be poor,</L>
<L>And if that &s;he &s;ees you have &s;ilver good &s;tore,</L>
<L>She'll bid you &s;it down, and you're welcome be&s;ide,</L>
<L>And whatever you tall for, you are not deny'd;</L>
<L>But when you have wa&s;ted, and con&s;um'd your &s;tore,</L>
<L>Away with this fellow, thru&s;t him out of door:</L>
<L><HI>For you have, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>This by experience there's many finds true,</L>
<L>Which makes both their backs, and their bellies to ruc,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t they have a penny, or credit will go,</L>
<L>They ne'er will give o'er, tho' it brings them to woe,</L>
<L>But there &s;it &amp; tipple whil&s;t a drop will go down:</L>
<L>Come &s;ill us more Liquor, tho' it co&s;t me a Crown:</L>
<L>Thus his Money doth fly, and he wa&s;teth his Pelf,</L>
<L>The next day he is ready to hang him&s;elf.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then let me advi&s;e all Good Fellows that be,</L>
<L>Once learn to be wi&s;er in e'er degree;</L>
<L>In your youthful days keen &s;omething in &s;tore,</L>
<L>Le&s;t you're fort'd when you're old, to beg at the door:</L>
<L>Don't &s;pend all thou get, to make others brave,</L>
<L>When thy Wife &amp; thy Children, ne'er a rag have.</L>
<L><HI>For &s;o long as I had money, my kind Ho&s;te&s;s &s;he,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Would cry, Come when thou wilt, Boy, thou art welcome to me.</HI></L>
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<L>But when thou ha&s;t good Monty make much of the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Don't drink it, and &s;pend it in an unlawful Game:</L>
<L>And 'tis good for all young men to be well advis'd;</L>
<L>You &s;ee a good Husband to fortune doth ri&s;e;</L>
<L>But a Spendthrift you &s;ee is regarded by none,</L>
<L>His Word will not go, let him be ne'er &s;o young.</L>
<L><HI>But while you have money, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Though a Man he has Means, he may &s;pend all he have,</L>
<L>Then he unto others mu&s;t be a bond &s;lave;</L>
<L>Then he &s;ighs, and he grieves when it is too late,</L>
<L>He &s;hould be &s;uch a fool to part with his E&s;tate:</L>
<L>But while he uv'd bravely, O then day and night</L>
<L>Drinking and Ranting it was his delight;</L>
<L>But now all is con&s;umed wa&s;ted and gone,</L>
<L>He may look o'th bare walls, &amp; make his &s;ad moan.</L>
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<L>For now he is &s;lighted, becau&s;e he's grown poor,</L>
<L>Nor none will him pitty, nor encrea&s;e his &s;tore,</L>
<L>But mock him, and &s;ear him, in his Poverty;</L>
<L>You might have been wi&s;er they'll to him reply:</L>
<L>So he is a Fool that will rant to make others brave,</L>
<L>And all his li&s;e after, to live like a &s;lave;</L>
<L>But he is a Wi&s;e Man, the which doth take pains,</L>
<L>And then lets his Family ta&s;t of the Gains.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And thus all you young Men, you plainly may &s;ee,</L>
<L>This Song it will learn you good Husbands to be,</L>
<L>If thou goe&s;t to an Alehou&s;e, and ha&s;t &s;tore of Ca&s;h, none;</L>
<L>She'll make thee welcome &s;o long asit la&s;ts;</L>
<L>But when thy pockets are empty, &amp; &s;ilver thou ha&s;t</L>
<L>She'l look &s;ightly on thee, tho' thou makes fad moan:</L>
<L><HI>But &s;o long as you've mony, your kind Ho&s;te&s;s &s;he,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will cry, Come when thou wilt, Boy, thou art welcome to me.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in Pye-Corner.</P>
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