depiction of man with unsheathed sword and a feather in his cap  
THE Good FELLOW.  
A new Song  

SIX long years have I served of my time,  
And no one will set me free,  
And so I will be a raking young blade,  
And care for no body.  
So I will rant and roar and call for more,  
Let them say what they will;  
For I am resolved as long as I live  
To be a Good Fellow still.   

I have a good old father at home,  
And I have cost him many a pound,  
And now to make him amends for all,  
I will travail the country all round;  
I will tell them how I have spent my,  
And in roving I have had my fill,  
So I am resolved as long as I live  
To be a Good Fellow still.   

I have a good old Mother at home,  
And I have cost her many a tear,  
And now to make her amends for all,  
I will travail both far and near.  
I will tell them how I have spent my time,  
And in roving I have had my fill,  
So I am resolved as long as I live  
To be a Good Fellow still.   

My true love sent me a broad piece of gold,  
I viewed it wondrous well;  
But that will neither purchase houses nor land;  
Nor keep me from heaven or hell.  
But that will purchase a good brown bowl,  
As the girls may drink their fill;  
So I am resolved as long as I live,  
To be a Good Fellow still.