Hang pinching, or The good fellowes observation, mongst a ioviall crew, of them that hate flinching, but is alwayes true blew To the tune of Drive the cold winter away. Blunden, William. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A16216 of text S119260 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 3141). 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. 3 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 A16216 STC 3141 ESTC S119260 99854467 99854467 19890 2240911459

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A16216) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 19890) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1195:13) Hang pinching, or The good fellowes observation, mongst a ioviall crew, of them that hate flinching, but is alwayes true blew To the tune of Drive the cold winter away. Blunden, William. 1 sheet ([1] p.) for Thomas Lambert at the sign of the Hors-shoo in Smithfield, Printed at London : [1636?] Verse - "All you which lay clame,". Signed at end: W.B., i.e. William Blunden. In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Hang pinching, or The good fellowes observation, mongst a ioviall crew, of them that hate flinching, but is alwayes true blew. To the tune of Drive th Blunden, William 1636 1 475 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2006-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-07 Sampled and proofread 2006-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Hang Pinching , OR , The good fellowes Observation , Mongst a Ioviall Crew , Of them that hate Flinching , But is alwayes true blew . To the tune of Drive the Cold winter away .

ALL you which lay clame , To a good fellowes name , and yet doe not proue your selues so , Give eare to this thing , The which I will sing , wherein I most plainly will show With proofe and good ground , Those fellowes profound , that vnto the Alewiues are true , In drinking their drinke , And paying their chinke , O such a good fellow 's true blew , But otherwise bée , That brabling will be , about any trifle to pay , When that he doth know He so much doth owe , yet basely will shrinke his way , Or bring the summe lesse , Disparaging guesse , which willing would pay al that 's due , His Company I , Detest and defie , Because that he is not true blew . Somes Chaps are so nimble , They 'l sit and lick the wimble , but when that the Reckning 's to pay , Away they will sneake , And not a word speake , all which is approued each day , The which hauing séene , Doth draw me with spléene , to lay open vnto your view . The honest good fellow , Who though hée bée mellow , In every kind is true blew . He 's of the right mould , That spares not his gold , Amongst those good fellowes that lack , If that they will drinke , he 'l part with his Chinke , and lookes not for any on 't back , But is well content , His money is spent , among such a iouiall Crew , And these are the parts , And chéefest desarts , That showes a good fellow true blew . Such difference I Doe daily discry , amongst the Conditions of men , Some given are to fight , Some in singing delight , pray what shall be censured then , Why truely my mind , To him is inclinde , by whom vnto mirth I am drew . For much I doe hate , He that breedeth debate , But giue me a fellow true blew , There 's some of that mind , When that they doe find a man that is iouiall and frée , They 'l drinke and they 'l call , But he must pay all , or else undischarg'd it must be . Once being seru'd so , No more will I goe , into such a frivilous Crew , And so I 'le aduise All those that are wise , Because that they are not true blew .