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<DATE>2009-04-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="442" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 17 -->
<HEAD>A warning for all lewd livers, By the example of a di&s;obedient Childe, who riotou&s;ly wa&s;ted and con&s;umed his Fathers and Mothers goods, and al&s;o his own, among &s;trumpets, and other lewd-livers, and after dyed mo&s;t mi&s;erably on a dung-hill.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the tune of <HI>Sir Andrew Barton.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>MY bl&eacute;eding heart with griefe and care,</L>
<L>doth with all young men to beware,</L>
<L>That they no &s;uch like &s;teps may tread,</L>
<L>nor leade the life that I haue led.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Father was a Gentleman,</L>
<L>as many gallants witne&s;&s;e can,</L>
<L>He had no &s;onne but onely I,</L>
<L>which made his gold and &s;iluer fly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When as my Father hath me &s;ent,</L>
<L>to &s;ell his goodes or take up rent,</L>
<L>I did con&s;ume and wa&s;te the &s;ame</L>
<L>in drinking and vnlawfull game.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Cards and Dice were my delight,</L>
<L>I haunted tauernes day and night,</L>
<L>Lewd women were my chiefe&s;t ioyes,</L>
<L>and my con&s;orts were cutpur&s;e boyes.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Gods holy word I di&s;obey'd,</L>
<L>I cared not what the Preacher &s;aid,</L>
<L>For quaffing cans of Ale and B&eacute;ere,</L>
<L>was all the &s;eruice I would heare,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus acting my vngratious part,</L>
<L>I broke my aged Fathers heart,</L>
<L>When ga&s;tly death did on him ceaze,</L>
<L>I thought my &s;elfe in happy ca&s;e.</L>
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<LG>
<L>What he had left I thought well got,</L>
<L>but now the &s;hame falls to my lot,</L>
<L>Fiue hundred pound in good red gold,</L>
<L>for Wine and B&eacute;ere I quickly &s;ould.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then was I pre&s;t to &s;erue the King,</L>
<L>that might my name to honour bring,</L>
<L>A Souldiers life I held it ba&s;e,</L>
<L>and alwaies tooke it in di&s;grace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And hauing thus con&s;um'd my &s;tore,</L>
<L>I to my Mother went for more;</L>
<L>Who fould and morgag'd all her land,</L>
<L>and put the money in my hand.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And with the&s;e words with teares &s;he &s;aid</L>
<L>thou knowe&s;t my Son thy father's dead</L>
<L>No more is left but I and th&eacute;e,</L>
<L>therefore deare Sonne be good to m&eacute;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If that thy loue from m&eacute;e &s;hould fall,</L>
<L>I haue on earth no friend at all,</L>
<L>Therefore good Son, to me proue kind,</L>
<L>and thou in Heauen reward &s;halt find.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then on my bended kn&eacute;es fell I,</L>
<L>de&s;iring of the Lord on high,</L>
<L>A &s;hamefull death might be his end,</L>
<L>that would his Mother once offend.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All you that doe no reckoning make,</L>
<L>of &s;wearing when your words you &s;peake,</L>
<L>Giue eare to this which will you tell,</L>
<L>lewd liuers &s;eldome died well.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You di&s;obedient children all,</L>
<L>draw neare and li&s;ten to my fall,</L>
<L>Example take, repent in time,</L>
<L>lea&s;t that your woes be like to mine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Fathers deare and Mothers kinde,</L>
<L>beare you this le&s;&s;on well in minde,</L>
<L>Tru&s;t not too much a wicked child</L>
<L>for oftentimes men are beguild.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When twigs are gr&eacute;ene you may them ply</L>
<L>but let them grow till they be dry,</L>
<L>They will &s;o &s;tiffe and &s;tubborne &s;tand,</L>
<L>you cannot bend them with your hand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So I that can a wicked race,</L>
<L>to mend my life had not the grace,</L>
<L>Sixt&eacute;ene &s;core pound in ready gold,</L>
<L>into my hand my Mother told.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But in the compa&s;&s;e of one yeare,</L>
<L>I &s;pent it all as may appeare,</L>
<L>And hauing left no meanes at all,</L>
<L>I unto robbing &s;traight did fall.</L>
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<LG>
<L>THen did I &s;teale my Mothers rings,</L>
<L>her bra&s;&s;e, her pewter, &amp; &s;uch things,</L>
<L>The very bed whereon &s;h&eacute;e lay,</L>
<L>I like a villaine &s;ould away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What euer I could get or take,</L>
<L>I thereof &s;traight would money make,</L>
<L>My flinty heart did f&eacute;ele no griefe,</L>
<L>to &s;ee my Mother want reliefe.</L>
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<LG>
<L>At la&s;t &s;h&eacute;e grew exc&eacute;eding poore,</L>
<L>and beg'd her bread from doore to doore,</L>
<L>No Infidell nor Pagan vild,</L>
<L>could bring to light &s;o bad a child.</L>
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<LG>
<L>At la&s;t my Mother lo&s;t her breath,</L>
<L>as &s;he con&s;trained was by death,</L>
<L>Who y&eacute;elds reliefe whe~ friends grow &s;cant</L>
<L>and ea&s;eth tho&s;e that are in want.</L>
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<LG>
<L>From place to place I then was to&s;t,</L>
<L>by euery man and woman cro&s;t,</L>
<L>No harbour could I get, whereby</L>
<L>I might at night in &s;afegard lye.</L>
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<LG>
<L>My deare&s;t kin&s;folkes doe me chide,</L>
<L>my neare&s;t friends mocke and deride,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that were my conforte of late,</L>
<L>their loue is changed into hate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e that haue fea&s;ted many a time,</L>
<L>and fed vpon that which was mine,</L>
<L>De&s;pi&s;e at me along the &s;tr&eacute;et,</L>
<L>as if they &s;hould a Serpent m&eacute;et.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Both old and young both great and &s;mall,</L>
<L>both rich and poore, de&s;pi&s;e me all,</L>
<L>No friend to take my part had I,</L>
<L>but was con&s;train'd in fields to lye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In this my extreme my&s;ery,</L>
<L>my griefe and my nece&s;&s;ity,</L>
<L>No creature gaue for my reliefe,</L>
<L>one p&eacute;ece of bread to ea&s;e my griefe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But as a poore de&s;pi&s;ed wretch,</L>
<L>his late&s;t ga&s;pe that he did fetch,</L>
<L>Was on a dounghill in the night,</L>
<L>when as no creature was in &s;ight.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But in the morning he was found,</L>
<L>as cold as clay upon the ground:</L>
<L>Thus was he borne in &s;hame to die,</L>
<L>and end his dayes in mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Take warning young men by this vice,</L>
<L>learne to auoid the Cards and Dice:</L>
<L>Lewd womens company forbeare,</L>
<L>they are the high way vnto care.</L>
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<LG>
<L>All Parents while your babes be young,</L>
<L>looke to their waies in hand and tongue,</L>
<L>Then wickedne&s;&s;e will not abound,</L>
<L>but grace in children may be found.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed at <HI>London</HI> for <HI>Thomas Lambert,</HI> and are to be &s;old in <HI>Smithfield,</HI> at the Ho&s;pitall gate.</P>
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