The Jovial Crew, OR, Beggers-Bush.  
In which a mad Maunder doth vapour and swagger.  
With praiseing the Trade of a Bonny bold Beggar.  
To the Tune of, From hunger and cold.  
 
 

A Beggar, a Beggar,  
A B●gger I'll be,  
There's none leads a life so jocund as he;  
A Beggar I was,  
A●d a Beggar I am,  
A Beggar I'll be, from a Beggar I came:  
If (as it gins) our Trading do fall.  
I fear (at the last) we shallbe Beggars all.  

Our Tradesmen miscarry in all their affairs,  
And few men grow wealthy, but Courtiers & Players.    

A Craver my Father,  
A Maunder my Mother,  
A Filer my Sister, a Filcher my Brother,  
A Canter my Uncle  
That cared not for pelf;  
A Lister my Aunt▪ a Beggar myself;  
In whit● wheaten-stew, when their bellies were full,  
Then I was begot, between Tinker & Trull;  

And therefore a Beggar, a Beggar J'll be,  
For none hath a spirit so jocund as be.    

When Boys do come to us,  
And that their intent is.  
To follow our Calling, we ne'er bind them apprentice,  
Soon as they come too't,  
We teach them to do't,  
And give them a Staff and a Wallet to boot,  
We teach them their Lingua, to crave and to Cant,  
The Devil is in them, if then they can want  

If any are here that Beggars will be,  
We without Indentures will make them free    

We Beg for our Bread,  
But sometimes it happens  
We feast it with Pigg, Pullet, Conny and Capons  
For Churches Affairs,  
We are no M●●-slayers.  
We have no Religion yet live by our prayers  
But if when we beg men will not draw their purses  
We charge & give fire, with a volley of curses  

The Devil confound your good worship we cr●  
And such a bold brazenfaced Beggar am I    
 
 

WE do things in season,  
and have so much reason,  
We raise no Rebellion, nor never talk treason  
We billet our Mates,  
At very low rates,  
Whilst some kéeps their Quarters as 〈◊〉 as the Gates,  
With Shinkin ap Morgan, with Blew-Cap, or Tege.  
We enter into no Covenant nor League▪  

And therefore a bonny bold Beggar J'll be,  
For none lives a life so happy as he.    

We never do prate,  
In matters of State,  
For fear we should come to Hugh Peter his Fate:  
Whilst Scripture v  
And Treason upholders,  
Have lost their heads, we keep ours on our shoulders  
Our Plots & our Projects, ere never so tall,  
To reach to the Topmast of Westminster-hall  

And therefore a merry brave Beg●er J'll be,  
For none wears his Noddle so safely as he.    

For such petty Pledges,  
As Shi●ts from the Hedges,  
We are not in fear to be drawn upon Sledges  
But sometimes the Whip,  
Doth make us to scip,  
And than we from Tything to Tything do trip:  
For when in a poor Bousing-Ken we do bib it  
We stand more in awe of the Stocks than the Gibbet  

And therefore a merry mad Beggar J'll be,  
For when it is night, to the Barn goes he.    

We throw down no Altar,  
Nor ever do falter  
So much, as to change a Gold-Chain for a Halter:  
Though some men do flout us,  
And others do doubt us.  
We ne'er go without forty pieces about us,  
But many brav fellows are 〈◊〉 & look fiercer  
That own for their  to the Tailor and Mercer:  

And if from the Stocks I can keep out my feet,  
I fear not the Compter, Kings-bench, nor the Fleet.    

Sometimes I do frame,  
Myself to be lame.  
And when a coach comes I do ●op to my game  
We seldom miscarry,  
Yet never do Marry  
By the Gowns Commen-Prarer, nor the Cloak Directory;  
But Harry and Mary (like Birds of a feather)  
do nothing but kiss 〈◊〉 & lie down together  

Like pigs in the peas-straw, entangled they lie  
Till there they beget such a bold Rogue as I    

To sum all in brief,  
We live by relief,  
And pray for King Charles, our Commander in chief;  
God bless all the Péers,  
The wise Overséers  
That they may consider the poor Caveliers.  
For if they do let them but lower to fall,  
Ther'll take our profession, and b●gger us all:  

And then it will be, but a folly for me,  
A merry soul'd, bonny bold Beggar to be.     

London, Printed for William Gilbertson dwelling at the Bible in Giltspurstreet.