London's Ordinary: Or, Every man in his Humour.  
To a Pleasant New Tune.  
 

THrough the Royal Exchange as I walked,  
where Gallants in Satin did shine:  
At midst of the day they pa●ted away  
at several places to dine.   

The Gentry went to the King's Head,  
the Nobles unto the Crown:  
The Knights unto the golden Fleece,  
and the Ploughman to the Clown.   

The Clergy will dine at the Mitre,  
the Vintners at the three Tuns:  
The Usu●ers to the Devil will go,  
and the Friars unto the Nuns.   

The Ladies will dine at the Feathers,  
the Globe no Captain will scorn:  
The Huntsman will go to the Greyhound below,  
and some Townsmen to the Horn.   

The Plumber will dine at the Fountain,  
the Cooks at the holy Lamb:  
The Drunkards at Noon to the Man in the moon,  
and the Cuckolds to the Ram.   

The Roarers will dine at the Lion,  
the Watermen at the old Swan:  
The Bawds will to the Negro go,  
and the Whores to the naked Man.   

The Keeper's will to the white Hart,  
the Mariners unto the Ship:  
The Beggars they must take their way,  
to the Eggshell and the Whip.   

The Farrier's will to the Horse,  
the Blacksmith unto the Lock;  
The Butchers to the Bull will go,  
and the Carmen to Bride wel-Dock.   

The Fishmongers unto the Dolphin,  
the Bakers to the Cheat Loaf:  
The Turner's unto the Ladle will go,  
where they may merrily quaff.   

The Tailor will dine at the Shears,  
the Shoemakers will to the Boot;  
The Welshmen they will take their way,  
and dine at the sign of the Goat.   
 
 

THe Hosters will dine at the Leg,  
the Drapers at the sign of the Brush,  
The fletcher's to Robin Hood will go,  
and the Spendthrift to beggar's bush.   

The Pewterers to the quart pat,  
the Cooper's will dine at the Hoop,  
The Cobblers to the Last will go,  
and the Bargemen to the Scoop.   

The Carpenters will dine at the Axe,  
the Collier's will dine at the Sack:  
Your Fruiterer he to the Cherrytree,  
good fellows no liquor will lack.   

The Goldsmiths to the three Cups,  
their money they count as dross:  
Your Puritan to the pewter Can,  
and your Papists to the Cross.   

The Weavers will dine at the Shuttle,  
the Glover's will unto the Glove:  
The Maidens all to the Maiden head,  
and true Lovers unto the Dove.   

The Saddlers will dine at the Saddle,  
the Painters to the green Dragon:  
The Dutchman will go to the sign of the Vrow  
where each man may drink his Flagon.   

The Chandler's will dine at the Scales,  
the Salters at the sign of the bag,  
The Porters take pain at the Labour-in-vain,  
and the Horse courset to the white Nag.   

Thus every man in his humour,  
from North unto the South;  
But he that hath no money in his purse,  
may dine at the sign of the mouth.   

The Swaggerers will dine at the Fencers,  
but those that have lost their wits,  
With Bedlam Tom let there be their home,  
and the Drum the Drummers best ●its.   

The Cheater will dine at the Chequer,  
the Pickpocket at a blind Alehouse,  
Till taken and tried up Holbourn they ride,  
and make their end at the gallows.    

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.