Good Ale for my money.

The Good-fellowes resolution of strong Ale,
That cures his nose from looking pale.
To the tune of, The Countrey Lasse.
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BE merry my friends, and list a while
vnto a merry iest,
It may from you produce a smile,
when you heare it exprest.
Of a young man lately married,
which was a boone good fellow,
This song in's head he alwaies carried,
when drinke had made him mellow,
I cannot go home, nor I will not go home,
its long of the oyle of Barly:
Ile tarry all night for my delight,
and go home in the morning early,
No Tapster stout, or Vintner fine,
quoth he shall euer get
One groat out of this purse of mine
to pay his masters debt:
Why should I deal with sharking Rookes,
that seeke poore gulls to cozen,
To giue twelue pence for a quart of wine,
of ale twill buy a dozen.
Twill make me sing, I cannot &c.
The old renowned Ipocrist
and Raspie doth excell,
But neuer any wine could yet
my honour please to swell.
The Rhenish wine or Muskadine,
sweet Malmsie is too fulsome,
No giue me a cup of Barlie broth,
for that is very wholesome,
Twill make me sing, I cannot &c.
Hot waters ar to me as death,
and soone the head oreturneth,
And Nectar hath so strong a breath
Canary when it burneth,
It cures no paine but breaks the braine,
and raps out oathes and curses,
And makes men part with heauie heart,
but light it makes their purses,
I cannot go home, &c
Some say Metheglin beares the name,
with Perry and sweet Sider
Twill bring the body out of frame.
and reach the belly wider:
Which to preuent I am content
with ale thats good and nappie.
And when thereof I haue enough.
I thinke my selfe most happy.
I cannot go home, &c.
All sorts of men when they do meet
both trade and occupation,
With curtesie each other greet,
and kinde humiliation:
A good coale fire is their desire,
whereby to sit and parly,
Theyle drinke their ale and tell a tale,
and go home in the morning early.
I cannot go home, &c.
Your domineering swaggering blades,
and Caualiers that flas [...]es,
That throw the Iugs against the walls,
and break in peeces glasses,
When Bacchus round cannot be found
they will in merriment
Drinke ale and beere and cast of care,
and sing with one consent.
I cannot goe home, &c.

The second part.

To the same tune,
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HEre honest [...]ohn, to thee Ile drinke,
and so to Will and Thomas,
None of this company I thinke,
will this night part from us:
While we are here wée'll ioyne for beere
like liuely lads together,
We haue a house ouer our heads,
a fig for ranie weather.
I canno [...] go home, nor will not go home,
its long of the oyle of barly,
I stay all night for my delight.
and go home in the morning early.
Heres Smug the smith & Ned the Cook,
and Frank the fine felt-maker.
Heres Steuen with his silver hooke,
and Wat the lustie baker:
Heres Harry & Dick, with Greg & Nicke,
heres Timothy the Tailor,
Heres honest [...]it, nere spoke of yet,
and George the iouiall Sayler.
That cannot &c.
Wee'll sit and bouse and merily chat,
and freely we will ioyne
For care neere paid a pound of debt,
nor shall pay none of mine:
Here is but eighteen pence to pay,
since euery man is willing,
Bring drinke with all the speed you may,
wee'll make it up two shillings.
We cannot &c.
Let Father frowne, and Mother chide,
and Vncle seeke to find vs,
Here is good lap here will we bide
weel leaue no drinke behinde vs,
A prouerhe old I haue heard told,
by my deere dad and grandsire,
He was hangd that left his drinke behinde
therefore this is our answer,
We cannot &c.
Iames the Ioyner he hath paid,
and Anthony the Glouer,
Our hostesse hath a pretty maid,
I cannot chuse but loue her:
Her pot shee'll fill, with right good will,
heres ale as browne as a berry,
Twill make an old woman dance for ioy,
and an old mans heart full merry
I cannot &c.
Twill make a Souldier domineere,
and brauely draw his rapier,
Su [...]vertue doth remaine in beere
twill make a Cripple caper:
Women with men, will now and then
sit round and drinke a little,
Tom Tinkers wife on Friday night
for drinke did pawne her kettle,
She could not come home, nor would not come home
her belly began to rumble,
She had no power to go nor stand,
but about the street did tumble.
Thus to conclude my verses rude,
would some good fellowes here
Would joyne toge [...]her pence a peece
to buy the singer beere:
I trust none of this company
will be herewith offended,
Therefore call for your jugs a peece
and drink to him that pend it.
Lawrence Price.
Finis.

Printed at London

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