A pleasant new song that plainly doth show,  
that all are Beggars, both high and low,  
A mean estate let none despise:  
for 'tis not Money that makes a man wise.   
To the tune of Cuckolds all a row.  

 

COme cease your songs of Cuckolds row  
for now 'tis something stolen,  
And let us sing of Beggars now,  
For that's in general,  
In City and in Country,  
men from high to low,  
In each degree or quality,  
Are Beggars all a row.   

How many men are there that live,  
and do no good at all?  
And such had rather spend, then give  
to them that live in thrall,  
Los● a hundred at a cast,  
as much at the next throw,  
But what comes of them at the last,  
Beggars all a row.   

Some country Lads that backward thrives,  
left with a large estate,  
Weary of those country life's,  
they have enough of that:  
The country than the City courts,  
a country life's too low,  
For here are many tricks and sports,  
makes Beggars all a row.   

First for a Coach and horses,  
there's one reversion flies,  
● … and … 〈◊〉 new Fashions,  
〈…〉 … nities,  
〈…〉 Maid and Man,  
〈…〉 … e grows low,  
〈…〉 … ch for a Sedan,  
  

I saw a handsome proper youth,  
and he was wondrous fine,  
But when I understood the truth,  
his case was worse than mine,  
On wine and Drabs, he did all spend,  
which wrought his overthrow,  
So fortune placed him in the end,  
with Beggars all a row,   

I have a Mistress of mine own,  
that bears a lofty spirit,  
Though gold and silver she hath none  
nor any good demerit,  
Yet will she brave it with the best,  
where ever she doth go,  
And be at every Gossip's feast,  
with Beggars all a row.   

But of all Beggars he's the worst,  
that doth complain he's poor:  
And evermore shall be accursed,  
that starves in midst of store,  
Let Usurers therefore take heed,  
least to the Devil they go,  
That do complain before they need,  
with Beggars all a row   

Gilbert love's the Alehouse well,  
Dick will not be behind,  
jane and Tib, and bonny Nell,  
are to each other kind,  
For two full pots, come let us ioyn●  
although our states be low,  
My money ●●●ll shall go with thin●  
Begge●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●ow.    

The second part,  
To the same tune.  
 

IN faith my Landlord is not paid,  
and what care I for that,  
My Grannam she hath often said,  
that care will kill a Cat,  
Come fill us t'other Pot good Boy,  
and then introth we'll go,  
Come neighbour why are you so coy,  
we are Beggars all a row.   

jone hath pawned her band of Lawn,  
and Tom his fuddling Cap,  
Ralph hath laid his Cloak to pawn,  
for to maintain the Tap,  
The Alehouse thriveth best I see,  
this all the world doth know,  
So here good follow here's to thee,  
Beggars all a row.   

I have another Taster yet,  
and cannot be content,  
I cannot rest nor quiet sit,  
till all my money be spent,  
Too much money makes men mad,  
the proverb plain doth show,  
And want of money makes men sad,  
and Beggars all a row.   

The bloody fight moves me to wrath,  
betwéne● 〈◊〉 Dutch and Spain,  
I gladl● 〈◊〉 ●ould know the truth,  
who 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 fight did gain,  
The D … ●●tempted as it's known,  
the Swineherd's overthrow,  
Now b●●●●f them may make their moan,  
w'ar●●●ggers all a row.   

A Country man did sell his Nag,  
three Heifers, and a Bull,  
And brought to town a Canvas bag,  
with writings filled full,  
But all the money that he had  
the Lawyer pulled it too,  
Alas poor man thy cause is bad,  
Beggars all a row.   

Two men did pass their words of late  
for a Knave as I did hear,  
They paid the debt, and broke their state  
for he would not appear,  
Let others take example then,  
lest they themselves overthrew,  
To day they may be gentlemen,  
then Beggars all a row.   

I that made this song of late,  
have well observed the time,  
I'd rather live in mean estate,  
than higher seek to climb,  
My money is my lackie-boy,  
I send him too and fro,  
Sweet content I do enjoy,  
with Beggars all a row.   

He that begs an alms of heaven,  
cannot complain he's poor,  
His daily Bread, is daily given,  
what can he wish for more?  
Thus all are Beggars every day,  
all both high and low,  
In this we may conclude and say,  
w●are Beggars all a row.    
Humphrey Crouch.   
FINIS.  

●●inted ●y M. F. for R. Harper, and are to be sold at the Bible and 〈◊〉 in Smithfield