The Kind believing Hostess.  
I own my Hostess money,  
She takes me for her debtor,  
On the buttery door  
Stands my Score,  
The further on the better.  
To the tune of, When Willy once had strayed.  
 

I Have an Hostess pretty.  
exceeding fair and witty,  
Where she doth devil  
I shall you tell  
If you will list to my ditty.  
I own my Hostess money,  
she takes me for her Debtor:  
on the buttery door  
stands my Score,  
the further on the better.   

Near London is her dwelling,  
To trust me she is willing,  
Her pots are small,  
And little withal,  
But I will look to her filling.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

To me she bears affection,  
And calls me her own complexion,  
Her husband john  
Poor silly old man,  
She keeps under subjection.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

To speak poor man he dares not,  
My Hostess for him cares not,  
she'll drink and quaff,  
And merrily laugh,  
And she his anger fears not.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

All night she will sit smoking,  
For roaring gallants looking:  
And those which stay,  
Are sure to pay,  
I do not like such rooking,  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

Tobacco and hot waters,  
And female rooking Cheaters,  
Are bravely dressed,  
But I protest,  
I hate such sharking Creatures.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

She keeps both Bess and Dolly,  
Brave wenches stout and jolly,  
But I'll have a care  
Of them to beware,  
I know they are given to folly.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

they'll trade with Dutch and Danish  
The French and lustful Spanish,  
But when the whores  
Come in a doors,  
Away I bid them vanish.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

I'm sure they shall not cheat me.  
I care not though they hate me,  
Like Crocodiles,  
Their tears and smiles  
Shall not a fool created me.  
I own my Hostess money  
She takes me for her debtor,  
On the buttery door  
Stands my Score,  
The further on the better.   

The second part  
To the same tune.  
 

THe truth for to speak rightly,  
They get their money lightly,  
By lustful sin,  
Comes jyngling in.  
Unto them day and nightly.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

there's swaggering Nathaniel  
With roaring lack and Daniel,  
For their delight.  
That love's to keep,  
A Hawk, a Horse, a Spaniel,  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

there's swearing Sim and Sanders,  
Are new come over from Flanders,  
That swears and roars  
And beats the Whores.  
Yet never were commanders.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

You may have for your money,  
A Rabbit or young Coney,  
Most dainty words,  
Her love affords,  
she'll call you her own sweet honey,  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

If you on the sport be eager,  
And that you will not swagger,  
Kind Gentlemen  
You need not then,  
Go unto Holland's Leaguer.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

For Wenches she can get ye  
And of all sorts can fit ye,  
Most bravely clad,  
As may be had,  
If leisure but permit ye,  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

A Girl attired in Satin,  
Can speak both French and Latin,  
If you have gold  
You may be bold,  
And have a five room to chat in.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

A Country Lass that's pretty,  
Or one fetched from the City,  
Or for your sport,  
One tall or short,  
A handsome Wench that's witty,  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

If so believing am ye,  
As for the rest OH dam ye,  
But will be kind  
Unto your mind  
The Whores will finely flame ye,  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

By others harms be warned,  
With wisdom's eye discern it.  
And have a care  
You come not there,  
From them the French to learn it.  
I own my Hostess money, &c.   

With honey words I will screw her,  
And many a fine trick show her,  
I'll keep me away,  
When she is to pay.  
Her Baker and her Brewer.  
I own my Hostess money,  
She takes me for her debtor:  
and looks for the day  
when her I should pay,  
the more it is still the better.    
FINIS.   

London Printed for E.B.