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 can't get out, this by experience he hath found true, but now he bids them all adieu.

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

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