A Warning to all lewd Livers.  
By the Example of a disobedient Child, who riotously wasted and consumed his Fathers and Mothers goods, and also his own, among strumpets and other Lewd Livers, and after died most miserable on a Dung-hill.  
To the Tune of, Sir Andrew Barton.  
 demonic figure with horns, pointed tail, wings, and an erect phallus  a man  a woman  


MY bleeding heart with grief and care  
doth wish all young men to beware  
That they no such like steps may tread  
nor led the life which I have led.   

My Father was a Gentleman  
as many Gallants witness can  
He had no sons but onely I,  
which made his gold and silver fly.   

When as my Father had me sent  
to fell his goods and take up rent  
I did consume and waste the same.  
in drinking or unlawful game.   

The Cards and Dice were my delight,  
I haunted Taverns Day and Night  
Lewd Women were my chiefest joys  
and my comforts were cut-purse boys.   

Gods holy Word I dis-obey'd  
I cared not what the Preacher said  
For quaffing cans of Ale and beer,  
was all the service I would hear.   

Thus acting my ungracious part  
I broken my aged fathers heart  
When ghastly death on him did seize  
I thought myself in happy case.   

What he had left I thought well got,  
but now the shane falls to my lot  
Five hundred pound in good read Gold,  
for wine and beer I quickly sold.   

Then was I prest to serve the King,  
that might my name to honour bring  
A Souldiers life I hold it base  
and always took it in disgrace.   

And having thus consumed my store,  
I to my Mother went for more  
Who sold and mortgaged all her land,  
and put the money in my hand.   

And then with tears these words she said  
thou knowest my Son thy fathers dead  
No more is left but I and thee  
therefore dear Son be good to me.   

If that thy love from me should fall  
I have no friend on earth at all  
Therefore good Son to me prove kind  
and thou reward in heaven shalt find.   

Then on my bended knees fell I  
desiring of the Lord on high  
A shameful death might be his end▪  
that would his Mother once offend.   

All you that do no reckoning make  
of swearing when your words you speak  
Give ear to that which Ile you tell  
lewd livers seldom dyed well   

You disobedient children all  
draw near and listen to my fall.  
Example take, repent ●● time  
l●st that your woes be like to mine    

The second part to the same Tune.  
 a man and two women  

YOu fathers dear and mothers kind,  
bear you this lesson in your mind  
Trust not too much a wicked Child,  
for oft times men are so beguiled.   

When twigs are green you may them ply  
●ut let them grow till they be dry  
They will so stiff and stubborn stand  
you cannot bend them with your hand.   

So I that ran a wicked race  
and to amend had not the grace  
Sixtéen score pound in good read gold  
●nto my hand my mother  told   

But in the compass of one year  
I spent it all as may appear  
●nd having left no means at all,  
I unto robbing strait did fall   

Then did I steal my mothers Rings,  
her brass, her pewter, and such things,  
The very bed whereon she lay  
I like a villiam stolen away.   

What ever I could get or take  
I thereof strait would money make  
My flinty heart did feel no grief,  
to see my mother want relief.   

At last she grew exceeding poor  
and beg'● relief from door to door,  
No Infidel nor Pagan vild  
could bring to light so bad a child.   

At last my mother lost her breath  
as she constrained was by death  
Who yeild● r●lief when friends gro● sc●nt  
and easeth those that are in want   

From place to ●lace then was I tost  
by every man and woman ●rost,  
No harbour could I get whereby  
I might at night in safe-guard lie   

My dearest kinsfolks do me chide  
my nearest friends mock and deride  
Those that were my consorts of late  
their love is turned into hate.   

Those that have feasted many a time  
and fed upon that which was mine  
Despise at me a long the street  
as if they should a Serpent meet.   

Both Old and Young, both great& small,  
both rich and poor despise me all  
No friend to take my part have I  
but was constrained in field to lye.   

In this my extreme misery,  
my grief, and my necessity  
No creature gave for my relief  
one piece of bread to ease my grief   

But like a poor despised wretch  
his latest gasp that he did fetch  
Was on a Dung-hil in she night  
when as no creature was in sight.   

But in the morning he was found,  
as could as day upon the ground  
Thus was he born in shane to die  
and end his daies in misery.   

Take warning young men by this 'vice  
learn to avoid both Cards and Dice  
Lewd womens company forbear  
they are the high-way unto care   

All Parents whilst your babes be y●●●g  
look to their ways in hand and tong●●  
Then wickedness will not abound  
but ●race in children may be found.    
FINIS.  
M. P.   

London. P 〈…〉ed for Fra. Grove on Snow-hill, 〈…〉 tread according to Order.