A true character of sundry trades and callings: or, A new ditty of innocent mirth. This song is new, and perfect true, there's none can this deny; for I am known, friend, to be one that scorns to tell a lye. To the tune of, Old Simon the King. This may be printed, R.P.

A True CHARACTER OF Sundry Trades and Callings : OR , A New ditty of Innocent Mirth . This Song is New , and perfect True , there 's none can this deny ; For I am known , Friend , to be one that scorns to tell a Lye . To the Tune of , Old Simon the KING .

This may be Printed ,

R. P.

Now Gentlemen sit you all merry , I 'll sing you a Song of a Want , Til make you as merry as may be , though Monies begin to grow scant : A Woman without e're a Tongue , she never can scold very fond ; 'T is just such another great Want , when the Fidler wants his Crowd : Good People I tell unto you , these Lines they are absolute new , For I hate and dispise the telling of Lies , this Ditty is merry and true . A Ship that 's without e're a Sail , may be driven the Lord knows whither ; 'T is just such another sad Want , as the Shoe-maker wants his Leather : A Man that has got but one Legg , will make but a pittiful Runner , And he that has no Eyes in his Head , will make but a sorowful Gunner : Good People I tell unto you , these Lines they are absolute new , For I hate and dispise the telling of Lies , this Ditty is merry and true . A Doctor without any Stomach , will make but a pittyful Dinner , And he that has got no Victuals to eat , will quickly look thinner and thinner : A Bell without tever a Clapper , will make but sorrowful Sound , And he that has no Land of his own , may work on another Man's Ground : Good People I tell unto you , these lines they are absolute new , For I hate and despise the telling of Lies , this Ditty is merry and true . A Black-smith without his Bellows , he need not to rise very soon , And he that has no Cloaths to put on , may lye in his Bed till noon : An Inn-keeper without any Custom , will never get store of Wealth , And if he has ne'r a Sign to hang up , he may e'ne go hang up himself : Good people , &c. A Miller without any Stones , he is but a sorrowful Soul , And if that he has no Corn to grind , he need not stand taking of Toll : The Taylor we know he is loath to take any Cabbidge at all , If he has no Silk , Stuff or Cloath , to do that good Office withal . Good People , &c. A Woman without e're a Fault , she like a bright Star will appear ; But a Brewer without any Mault , will make but pittiful Beer : A Man that has got but one Shirt , when e're it is washt for his hide , I hope it can't be no great hurt , to lye in his Bed till 't is dry'd , Good People , &c. A Mountebank without his Fools , and a Skip-kennel turn'd out of Place , A Tinker without any Tools , they are all in a sorrowful case : You know that a Dish of good Meat , it is the true Stay of Man's Life , But he that has nothing to eat , he need not to draw out his Knife . Good People , &c. A Pedler without e're a Stock , it makes him look pittiful blew ; A Shepherd without e'er a Flock ; has little or nothing to do : A Farmer without any Corn , he neither can give , sell or lend ; A Huntsman without e'er a Horn , his Wife she must stand his good Friend , Good People , &c. A Plow-man that has ne'er a Plow , I think may live at his ease ; A Dairy without e're a Cow , will make but had Butter and Cheese ▪ A Man that is pittiful poor , has little or nothing to loose ; And he that has never a Foot , it saves him the buying of Shooes . Good People , &c. A Warren without e'er a Coney , is barren , and so much the worse ; And he that is qute without Money , can have no great need of a Purse . I hope there is none is this place , that now is dispaleas'd with his Song , Come buy up my Ballads apace , and i 'll pack up my awls and be gone . Good People I tell unto you , these Lines they are absolute new , For I hate and dispise the telling of Lies , this Ditty is merry and true .