Ballad: Beggers all a row. [Top]
A pleasant new song that plainely doth show,
    that al are Beggers, both high and low,
A meane estate let none despise:
    for tis not Money that makes a man wise.
To the tune of Cuckolds all a row.

C Ome cease your songs of Cuckolds row
    for now tis something stale,
And let us sing of Beggers now,
    For thats in generall,
In City and in Country,
    men from high to low,
In each degree or quality,
    Are Beggers all a row.

How many men are there that liue,
    and doe no good at all?
And such had rather spend, then giue
    to them that liue in thrall,
Lose a hundred at a cast,
    as much at the next throw,
But what comes of them at the last,
    Beggers all a row.

Some countrey Lads that bakward thriues,
    left with a large estate,
Weary of those countrey liues,
    they haue enough of that:
The countrey then the City courts,
    a countrey life's too low,
For here are many tricks and sports,
    makes Beggers all a row.

First for a Coach and horses,
    theres one reuersion flies.
..........onds.......... new Fashions,
...........................Maid and Man,
    ...........................e growes low, for a Sedan,
    as Beggers all a row.

I saw a handsome proper youth,
    and he was wonderous fine,
But when I understood the truth,
    his case was worse then mine,
On wine and Drabs, he did all spene,
    which wrought his ouerthrow,
So fortune plac'd him in the end,
    with Beggers all a row.

I haue a Mistris of mine owne,
    that beares a lofty spirit,
Though gold and siluer she hath none
    nor any good demerit,
Yet will she braue it with the best,
    where euer she doth goe,
And be at euery Gossips feast,
    with Beggers all a row.

But of all Beggers he's the worst,
    that doth complaine he's poore:
And euermore shall be accurst,
    that starues in midst of store,
Let Usurers therefore take heed,
    least to the Deuill they goe,
That doe complaine before they neede,
    with Beggers all a row..

Gilbert loues the Ale-house well,
    Dick will not be behind,
Iane and Tib, and bonny Nell,
    are to each other kind,
For two full pots, come let vs ioyn:
    although our states be low,
My money still shall goe with this
    Beggers all a row.

The second part,     To the same tune.
I N 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 vs tother Pot good Boy,
    and then introth weele goe,
Come neighbour why are you so coy,
    we are Beggers all a row.

Ione hath paund her band of Lawne,
    and Tom his fudling Cap,
Ralph hath laid his Cloke to pawne,
    for to maintaine the Tap,
The Ale-house thriueth best I see,
    this all the world doth know,
So here good follow here's to thee,
    Beggers all a row.

I haue another Teaster yet,
    and cannot be content,
I cannot rest nor quiet sit,
    till all my money be spent,
Too much money makes men mad,
    the prouerb plaine doth show,
And want of mony makes men sad,
    and Beggers all a row.

The bloudy fight moues me to wrath,
    betweene the Dutch and Spaine,
I gladly now would know the truth,
    who by this fight did gaine,
The Dutch attempted as its knowne,
    the Spaniard's ouerthrowe,
Now both of them may make their moane,
    w'are Beggers all a row.

A Country man did sell his Nagge,
    three Heafers, and a Bull,
And brought to towne a Canuas bag,
    with writings filled full,
But all the money that he had
    the Lawyer puld it too,
Alasse poore man thy cause is bad,
    Beggers all a row.

Two men did passe their words of late
    for a Knaue as I did heare,
They paid the debt, and broke their slate
    for he would not appeare,
Let others take example then,
    lest they themselues ouerthrow,
Today they may be gentlemen,
    then Beggers all a row.

I that made this song of late,
    haue well obserued the time,
Ide rather liue in meane estate,
    then higher seeke to climbe,
My money is my lackie-boy,
    I send him too and fro,
Sweet content I doe inioy,
    with Beggers all a row.

He that begges an almes of heauen,
    cannot complaine he's poore,
His daily Bread, is daily giuen,
    what can he wish for more?
Thus all are Beggers euery day,
    all both high and low,
In this we may conclude and say,
    w'are Beggers all a row.
       F I N I S. Humfrey Crowch.
Printed by M.F. for R. Harper, and are to be sold at the Bible and ...... in Smithfield