A New merry ballad I haue here to shew, come pence a peece for them, I tell you but so to an old tune, nevvly furbusht, You'd doe so, would you not, Yes I warrant you. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A03187 of text S3278 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 1331.7). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 7 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A03187 STC 1331.7 ESTC S3278 33143259 ocm 33143259 28337 2240893317

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A03187) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 28337) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1862:43) A New merry ballad I haue here to shew, come pence a peece for them, I tell you but so to an old tune, nevvly furbusht, You'd doe so, would you not, Yes I warrant you. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed for F.G., London : [ca. 1630] Single sheet cut in two. Right half contains: The second part. To the same tune. Imperfect: cropped. Contains three illustrations. Reproduction of original in: Pepys Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo A new merry ballad I haue here to shew, come pence a peece for them, I tell you but so. To an old tune, newly furbusht. You'd doe so, would you not, y [no entry] 1630 2 1180 2 0 0 0 0 0 16.95 C The rate of 16.95 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-12 Sampled and proofread 2002-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A new merry Ballad I haue here to shew , Come pence a peece for them , I tell you but so . To an old tune , newly furbusht . You 'd doe so , would you not , Yes I warrant you .

MY Masters attend , vnto me giue eare : To speake like a friend , I meane not to spare , Great store of abuses , vnto you I le shew , Good counsell refuse not , I tell you but so . Take héed of false Iesuites , and Masse-priests so vile , That many poore people , oft doe beguile : If you be rul'd by them , I doe well know : Your Soules in great danger , I tell you but so . The Pope they will tell you , can pardon your sinnes : All déedes meritorious , heauen it selfe winnes : To Rome on pilgrimage , if you will but goe ; Home againe like an Asse , I tell you but so . If Physicke for your health , you meane to take : Or séeke ease for your Téeth , when they doe ake ; Unto Quacksaluers , nor Mountebankes goe , Their medicines white dogges turd , I tell you but so . They haue a rare medicine , to kill all the Fleas , Great skill also at parching of Pease , My Bréech hath caught the cough of them I de faine know , What s good for the wholesome , I tell you but so . Beware of false whores inticing baytes , To worke your destruction , they 'l vse many sleights : Remember the Prouerbe , put fire to towe : You are in danger of burning I tell you but so . Their beautie is painti●g , their loue it is as tart : Honey in the mouth , but Gall in the heart . If you kéepe them compamy , and with them goe , You may ride with them to Tyburne , I tell you but so . You that for nothing will goe to Law , Uexing your neighbours , for a sticke or a straw , Because of your lawing , your purse will grow low : You 'l proue your selues Coxecombs I tell you but so . Forget not I say , that Embleme so rare , Which teaches you how , the Oyster to share , Thou must haue one shell , the other thy foe , The fish is the Lawyers , I tell you but so . Regard not the hatred , of lewd idle people : Momus doth looke awry , like Grantham stéeple : Reueale not thy secrets , in friend , nor to foe , There 's falsehood in friendship I tell you but so . In gaming and drinking , spend no time away , Youth cannot last long , age will decay . Hoyse Sayles vp my friend , if wind doe fairely blow ; Yet keepe still in Compasse , I tell you but so . In choyce of a wife , choose modest and chaste , For beautie decayeth , when vertue doth last . Unto Fortune-tellers , at no time goe : For they will but cheat you , I tell you but so .
The second part . To the same tune .

TAke héed how you come , into the Usurers iawes : Their gripes are more fearfull than Eagles clawes . Kéepe hands friend from bonds and Suertiship to : The Begger will catch you , I tell you but so . The Broker , his brother , is as bad or worse : If they but a little money disburse : They 'l sucke out your marrow your hearts blood also : Their dangerous Uipers , I tell you but so . The Deuill their grandsire , taught them their trade : Since which time they haue , great vse of it made . The poores hearts to grate , so causing their woe , Amend else you 'le rue it , I tell you but so . All you wicked liuers , punkes , Doxies and knaues , That bring many people , to vntimely graues . The Carts they are ready , the Beadles also , You must tugge like Horses , I tell you but so . You Pimps , Cheats & Panders & such roaring boyes , That in Alehouse & Tauernes doe still make a noyse , The Carters call for you , come away , so ho , You must tugge lusty liuely Lads , I tell you but so . You idle Nick-nine-holes , and Tom-Pigeon-holes , That spend your time id'ly , not regarding your Soules , The Carts they are readie , the Beadles also , They will lash you neatly , I tell you but so . You neat nimming Diners of Cutpurse-Hall , To draw in the Cart feare you not at all , New-gate's prepared , there you must goe , And after to Tyburne I tell you but so . A drunkard last night , in the Watch being taken , His Wenches had gull'd him and himselfe forsaken . The Constable asked him , where he would goe , His answere was alwayes , I tell you but so . Unto the Counter , they sent him away , Where swearing and roaring , all night he lay . A hole he did loue , to the hole he must goe , Where he had cold comfort , I tell you but so . Here comes a Cauilléere , fough how he doth smell , Of Muske , and of Ciuet , Cats turds would doe well . Why is he perfumed ? O now I doe know , He has got Morbus Gallicus , I tell you but so . Fine mincing Minikin , in Coach must be iogg'd , She hath got a great belly , at playing leape-frog , She sayes t is a Timpany causeth her woe , T is true t is a liue one , I tell you but so . Fine Susan at dancing , doth take great delight . The Garland she winneth , from all the Maydes quite , She has a fault in the turne , but not on the toe , She turnd late vnto a man , he turned her also . The world at the 〈◊〉 of nothing was mader , Plaine-dealing then , was the onely Trade , But afterward worse & worse it did still grow ; God mend it , or end it , I tell you but so . And thus to conclude , an end for to make , Colen doth grumble , my stomacke doth ake : A packing penny , if you will bestow , I will goe to Dinner , I tell you but so .
FINIS .

London ▪ Printed for F. G.