There's nothing to be had without money, or Hee that brings mony in his hand is sure to speed by sea or land but he that hath no coyne in's purse his fortune is a great deale worse, then happy are they that alwayes haue a penny in purse their credit to saue. To a new northerne tune, or the mother beguil'd the daughter. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A08374 of text S119971 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 18699). 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. 6 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 A08374 STC 18699 ESTC S119971 99855175 99855175 20650 2240908460

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A08374) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 20650) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1250:11) There's nothing to be had without money, or Hee that brings mony in his hand is sure to speed by sea or land but he that hath no coyne in's purse his fortune is a great deale worse, then happy are they that alwayes haue a penny in purse their credit to saue. To a new northerne tune, or the mother beguil'd the daughter. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?, attributed name. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. [by A. Mathewes] for H. G[osson., Printed at London : 1633?] Verse - "You gallants and you swagring blades". Possibly by Martin Parker. Printer's name from and publication date conjectured by STC. In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th Century. eebo There's nothing to be had without money, or Hee that brings mony in his hand is sure to speed by sea or land, but he that hath no coyne in's purse his [no entry] 1633 2 846 6 0 0 0 0 0 70.92 D The rate of 70.92 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
There 's nothing to be had without money , OR Hee that brings mony in his hand Is sure to speed by sea or land , But he that hath no coyne in 's purse His fortune is a great deale worse , Then happy are they that alwayes haue A penny in purse their credit to saue . To a new Northerne tune , Or the Mother beguil'd the Daughter .

YOu gallants and you swagring blades Giue care unto my ditty , I am a boone companion knowne In country , towne , and city , I alwayes lou'd to weare good cloathes , And euer scorned to take blowes , I am belou'd of all me knowes , But god a mercy penny . My father was a man well knowne That vs'd to hoard vp money , His bags of gold he said to him More swéeter were than bony , But I his sonne will let it sly , In tauerne , or in ordinary , I am beloued in company , But god a mercy penny . All sorts of men both farre and néere Where euer I resorted , My fellowship estéemed deere , Because I was reported To be a man of noted fame , Some said I well deseru'd the same , Thus haue I got a gallant name , But god a mercy penny . All parts of London I haue tride Where merchants wares are plenty , The Royall Exchange and faire cheapeside With speaches fine and dainty , They bring me in for to behold Their shops of siluer and of gold , There might I chuse what wares I would But god a mercy penny . For my contentment once a day I walkt for recreation , Through Pauls , Ludgate , & Fleet-street gay . To raise an eleuation : Sometimes my humour is to range , To Temple , Strand , and new Exchange To see their fashions rare and strange ; But god a mercy penny . I haue béene in Westminster hall Where learned lawyers plead , And shewne my bill among them all Which when they sée and read , My action quickly hath beene tride No party there my suit deuide , Each one spake brauely on my side ; But god a mercy penny .
The second part . To the same tune .

THe famous abbey I haue seene And haue the pictures view'd , Of many a noble king and Queene Which are by death subdu'd , And hauing seene the sights most rare , The water men full ready were Mm●s ore the riuer of Thames To heare ; But god a mercy penny . ●eare garden when I doe frequent ●r'th Globe on the bankeside , ●h'afford to me most rare content As 〈◊〉 full oft haue tride , The best pastime that they can make They instantly will vndertake , For my delight and pleasure sake , But god a mercy penny . In euery place whereas I came Both I and my sweet penny , Got entertainement in the same And got the loue of many : Both Tapsters , Cookes , and Vintners fine With other toutall friends of mine , Will pledge my health in beere or wine , But god a mercy penny . Good fellowes company I vs'd As also honest women , The painted drabs I still refus'd And wenches that are common , There luring lookes I doe despise They seeme so lothsome in mine eyes , Yet one a protect did deuise To gull me of my penny .

One euening as I past a long A lasse with borrowed ●…aire , Was singing of a tempting song , Kind Sir quoth she , draw néere , But he that bites this rotten crab May after chance to catch the scab . No pander , baud , nor painted drab , Shall gull me of a penny . But curled haire and painted face I euer haue refrained , All those that get their liuing base In heart I haue disdained , My conscience is not staind with pitch , No tempting tongue shall me bewitch , I l'e make no puncke nor pander rich , I l'e rather keepe my penny . Yet will I neuer niggard be While I remaine on earth , But spend my money frolickely In friendship loue and mirth . I 'le drinke my beare , I 'le pay my score And eke dispense some of my store , And to the needy and the poore , I 'le freely giue my penny . Thus to conclude as I began I wholly am inclin'd , Wishing that each true hearted man A faithfull friend may finde : You that my verses stay to heare Draw money for to buy me beere , The price of it is not too deere T' will cost you but a penny . FINIS .

Printed at London for H. G.