THE Good Fellows Frolic, Or, Kent Street Clubb.  

Good people all come mind my merry tale  
And you shall hear the virtue of good Ale,  
Whose charming power some men's humours hits,  
It robs them of their money & their wits:  
For he in time will surely money lack  
that minds his belly better than his back.   
Tune of, hay boys up go we, Seaman's mournful bride, or the fair one let me in.  
 

HEre is a crew of jovial Blades  
that loved the Nut-brown Ale:  
They in an Alehouse chanced to meet,  
and told a merry Tale:  
A bonny Seaman was the first,  
but newly come to Town;  
And swore that he his guts could borst  
with Ale that was so brown.   

See how the jolly Carman he  
doth the strong Liquor prize,  
He so long in the Alehouse sat  
that he drank out his eyes:   

And gropeing to get out of door  
(Sot like) he tumbled down,  
And there he like a madman swore  
he loved the Ale so brown.   

The nimble Weaver he came in,  
and swore he'd have a little,  
To drink good Ale it was no sin,  
though 'tmade him pawn his Shuttle:  
Quoth he, I am a Gentleman,  
no lusty Countrey-Clown,  
But yet I love with all my heart,  
the Ale that is so brown.   
 
 

Then next the Blacksmith he came in,  
and said 'twas mighty hot;  
He sitting down did thus begin,  
fair maid bring me a pot:  
Let it be of the very best,  
that none exceeds in Town;  
I tell you true and do not je●,  
I love the Ale so brown.   

The pricklouse Taylor he came in;  
whose Tongue did run so nimble,  
And said he would engage for drink  
his Bodkin and his Thimble:  
For though with long thin jaws I look,  
I value not a crown,  
So I can have my belly full  
of Ale that is so brown.   

The lusty Porter passing by  
with Basket on his back,  
He said that he was grievous dry,  
and needs would pawn his Sack:  
His angry wife he did not fear,  
he valued not her frown;  
So he had that he loved so dear,  
I mean the Ale so brown.   

The next that came was one of them  
was of the Gentle Craft;  
And when that he was wet within  
most heartily he laughed:  
Caispin was ne'er so boon as he,  
tho' some Kin to a Crown;  
And there he sat most merrily  
with Ale that was so brown.   

But at the last a Barber he  
A mind had for to taste;  
He called for a pint of drink,  
and said he was in haste:  
The drink so pleased, he carried there  
till he had spent a crown;  
'Twas all the money he could spare  
for Ale that is so brown.   

A Broom-man as he passed by  
his mornings-draught did lack;  
Because that he no money had  
he pawned his shirt from's back:  
And said that he without a shirt  
would cry Brooms up and down;  
But yet, quoth he, I'll merry be  
with Ale that is so brown.   

But when all these together met  
oh what discourse was there!  
'Twould make one's hair to stand an end  
to hear how they did swear  
One was a fool and puppy dog,  
the other was a clown;  
And there they sat and swilled their guts  
with Ale that was so brown.   

The Landlady they did abuse,  
and called her nasty Whore;  
Quoth she, do you your reckoning pay,  
and get you out of door:  
Of them she could no money get,  
Which caused her to frown;  
But loathe they were to leave behind  
the Ale that was so brown.