An Excellent Medley, 
Which you may admire at (without offence)  
For every line speaks a contrary sense.   
The Tune is, Tarlton's Medley.  
 

IN Summer time when folks make Hay,  
All is not true that people say,  
The Fool's the wisest in the Play,  
tush take away your hand.  
The Fiddler's Boy hath broke his Base,  
Sirs is not this a piteous case,  
Most gallants loath to smell the Mace  
of Wood-street.   

The City follows Courtly pride,  
Joan swears she cannot John abide,  
Dick wears a Dagger by his side,  
come tell us what's to pay.  
The Lawyers thrives by others fall,  
The weakest always goes to th' wall,  
The Shoemaker commandeth all  
at's pleasure.   

The Weaver prays for Huswives store,  
A pretty woman was Jane Shore,  
Rick the base Rascal out o'th' door,  
peace, peace, you brawling Curs.  
A Cuckold's band wears out behind,  
'Tis safe to beguile the blind,  
All people are not of one mind,  
hold Carman.   

Our women cut their hair like men,  
The Cock's overmastered by the Hen,  
There's hardly one good friend in ten,  
turn there on the right hand:  
But few regard the cries o'th' poor.  
Will spendeth all upon a Whore,  
The Soldier longeth to go o'er  
brave knocking.   

What shall we do in these sad days?  
Will not the wicked mend their ways,  
Some lose their lives in drunken frays.  
the pudding burns toth' pot:  
The Cooper says the Tub's bepissed,  
The Cobbler preaches what he list,  
Their knavery now is manifest,  
hold Halter.   

When the fifth Henry sailed to France,  
Let me alone for a Country dance,  
Nell doth bewail her luckless chance,  
fie on falsehearted men:  
Dick Tarleton was a merry wag.  
Hark how that prating Ass doth brag,  
John Dory sold his ambling Nag.  
for Kick-shaws.   

THe Sailor counts the Ship his house,  
I'll say no more but Dun's the Mouse,  
He is no man that scorns a Louse,  
vain pride undoes the Land:  
Hard-hearted-men makes corn so dear,  
Few Frenchmen love well English Bear,  
I hope e'er long good news to hear,  
hay Lustick.   

Now hides are cheap the Touner thrives,  
Hang those base knaves & beat their wives,  
He needs must go that the Devil drives,  
God bless us from a Gun:  
The Beadles make the lame to run,  
Vaunt not before the battle's won,  
A cloud sometimes may hide the Sun,  
chance medley.   

The Surgeon thrives by fencing schools  
Some for strong liquor pawn their tools,  
For one wiseman there's twenty fools,  
oh when shall we be married?  
In time of youth when I was wild,  
Who toucheth pitch shall be defiled,  
Moll is afraid she is with child,  
peace Peter.   

The poor still hopes for better days,  
I do not love these long delays,  
All love and charity decays,  
in the days of old:  
I'm very loath to pawn my Cloak,  
Mere poverty doth me provoke,  
They say a scald head is soon broke;  
poor trading.   

Hark, mother hark, there's news in town,  
What tell you me of half a Crown,  
Now the Exise is going down,  
thou pratest like an Ass:  
I scorn the Coin give me the man,  
Pray pledge the health Sir I began,  
I love King Charles say what you can.  
God save him.   

The Dutchmen thrive by Sea and Land,  
Women are Ships and must be man'd,  
Let's bravely to our colours stand,  
Courage my hearts of Gold:  
I read in modern Histories,  
The King of sweden victories,  
At Islington there's Pudding Pies,  
hot Custards.   

The Tapster is undone by Chalk,  
Tush 'tis in vain to prate and talk,  
The Parrot prattles, walk knaves walk,  
Duke Humphrey lies in Paul's:  
The soldiers hath but small regard,  
There's weakly news in Pauls-Church Yard  
The poor man cries the world grows hard,  
cold winter.   

Heigh for New England hoist up sail,  
The truth is strong and will prevail.  
Fill me a cup of nappy Ale,  
hang care the Kings a coming.  
This Egg hath long a hatching been,  
When you have done then we'll begin,  
Oh what an age do we live in,  
hang pinching.   

From Long-lane cloth, & Tarn-stile boots,  
O fie upon these scabbed Coats,  
The cheapest meat is Reddish roots,  
come all for a penny.  
Light my Tobacco quickly here,  
There lies a pretty woman near,  
This Boy will come to naught I fear,  
proud Coxcomb.   

The world is full of odious sins,  
〈◊〉 is ten to one but this horse wins,  
Fools set stools to break wise men's shins,  
This man's more knave than fool,  
Jane oft in private meets with Tom,  
Husband thou art kindly welcome home,  
Hast any money; lend me some,  
I'm broken.   

In ancient times all things were cheap,  
'Tis good to look before you leap.  
When Corn is ripe, 'tis time to reap,  
once walking by the way,  
A jealous man the Cuckoo loathes,  
The Gallant Compliments with Oaths,  
A wench will make you sell your clothes,  
run Broker.   

The Courtiers and the Country man  
Let's live as honest as we can:  
When Arthur first in Court began  
his men wore hanging sléeves.  
In May when Grass and Flowers green,  
The strangest sight that are was seen,  
God send our gracious King and Queen,  
to London.   
FINIS.   

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