![]() | Small poems of Divers sorts | ![]() |
The eleventh Song.
[Wherefore should gallants be sad]
1
Wherefore should gallants be sad,And keep house like an owl all day?
Sure they that do so are mad,
Or want money a shot to pay.
264
Our glasses and our bowles:
The refusers all are fots,
And men of narrow soules.
Our honest hostess: doth sing; our honest hostess doth sing
With a pot of ale
In her hand, that is stale,
Sing hey ding, ding a ding, ding.
2
Leave thinking of London sack,Of Rhenish, Claret, and White
Such chargeable liquors lack,
And in an Alehouse delight.
If our drink be strong of the malt,
And boyled enough withal,
I wonder who can find fault
With such a good cup of ale.
Our honest hostess doth sing, &c.
3
If any two be fallen out,And ready a duel to fight,
Let them drink together a bout,
A whole day or a whole night:
And that will make them friends,
And have no mind to quarrel,
Without their bloods expence;
Such vertue is in a barrel.
Our honest hostess doth sing, &c.
265
4
If any man be in love,And cannot his mistress get,
Let him all business remove,
And go and drink a fit.
Good company, and good drink,
And an house that will reckon right,
Will make any body think
Time spent in love's no delight.
Our honest hostess doth sing, &c.
5
If a man want money or clothes,And hath but a friend to pay;
Good liquor will banish his woes,
And make him a merry day:
It Physick is for each grief,
And medicine for all diseases;
The labourers sole relief,
And all his toile appeases.
Our honest hostess doth sing, &c.
6
A pot of spic't ale and a tostIs good for a mornings draught;
And meat either boyl'd or rost,
For dinner, if it be salt.
'Twill make ones liquor go down
Without sharking, with delight;
And Gentleman make, or clown,
To sleep without waking all night.
Our honest hostess doth sing, &c.
![]() | Small poems of Divers sorts | ![]() |