The brave English jipsie.  
To the tune of the Spanish Ipsie.  
 

COme follow, follow all,  
'Tis English jipsies call;  
All you that love your lives,  
Here's those for profit strives.  
We fare well when thousands lack,  
None of us can credits crack.  
We fare well, etc.   

If we to Gallant come,  
The country people run  
To see what we can do,  
Much pains they undergo:  
Seriously a number strives  
To lead the English jipsies lives.  
Seriously a number, etc.   

We humour none that lives,  
Nor hate no man that gives,  
Ambition doth not rest  
Ith' English jipsies breast:  
If they give, we'll willing take,  
Nought that's good will we forsake.   

We use all things are acquaint,  
With Painters we can paint;  
Our dye is not in vain,  
For we do dye in grain:  
The Walnut tree supplies our lack,  
what was made fair, we can make black.   

We take a formal course,  
Some six upon a Horse  
We single scorn to ride,  
Our horse doth want no guide:  
We by turns will take our ease,  
And live all humours for to please.   

We scorn for to entice  
With beauty Gallants eyes,  
We bear no beauteous face,  
Our subtle slights to grace,  
We can paint when we command,  
And look like Indians that are ●and.   

We practise not to dance,  
Nor learn no tunes from France,  
Our Knackers make no noise,  
We are no roaring Boys;  
English jipsies all live free,  
And love, and live most iovially.   

Our fare is of the best,  
Three times a week we feast,  
Nay sometime every day,  
And yet for nothing pay:  
For, Beef or Bacon, Geese or Hens,  
What we eat is other men's.   

Sometimes where great men dwell,  
We do there Fortunes tell,  
Our pains for to requite,  
We diet there all night:  
In this life we spend our days,  
English jipsies Law's obeys.   

The second Part.  
To the same tune.  
 

WE fear to wrong the Law,  
We live in servile awe,  
Yet wheresoever we go,  
We seldom find a foe:  
Wheresoever we come, we find  
For one that hates, an hundred kind,   

Pleasure we have store,  
Who can desire more,  
All doth our pains requite,  
Then frolic we all night,  
Mongst ourselves we dance and sing,  
Night content to us doth bring.   

whatever we get all day,  
That night doth fly away,  
We hoard not up our store,  
For next day we have more,  
Feast ourselves with gallant Cheer,  
Spare no cost for wine or beer.   

To drink, be drunk, and tipsy,  
Delights the English jipsie:  
we live to love all those  
That are no jipsies foes:  
Some decayed 'mongst Gallants, strives  
To lead the English jipsies lives.   

We bear this honest mind,  
To love all friends are kind  
Our foes we can requite,  
with hatred and despite:  
For we can plague our mortal foe,  
Yet he the actors never know.   

Great store of Coin we gain,  
Yet for it take no pain:  
Our diet's seldom sought,  
For it is to us brought,  
Pigs or Geese, or Brawn or Souse,  
Or any meat that's in the house.   

there's many stand in fear,  
when we approach but near,  
Sometimes our very sight  
The children doth affright:  
Our names are spread both far and near,  
Our friends we love, but dread no fear,   

We hate all surly slaves,  
Nor love on cunning knaves,  
Ourselves can cunning use,  
Yet none we will abuse:  
He that freely gives, shall find  
The English jipsies always kind,   

Who ere hath been in Spain,  
And seen there jipsies vain,  
Shall soon the difference find,  
Else judgement makes him blind:  
So Spanish jipsies all adieu,  
For English equal are to you.  
So Spanish jipsies, etc.    
FINIS.   

London printed for john Trundle, at his Shop near the Hospital Gate in Smithfield