You gallants and you swaggering blades
known in country, town or city.
I always love to wear good clothes
and ever scorn to take blows.
O, but God a mercy penny.
My father was a man well -known
That used to hoard up money.
His bags of gold, he said to him,
More sweeter were than honey.
But I, son, will let it fly
But God have mercy, pay me.
All parts of London I have tried
Where mer chants wears aplenty.
The royal exchange in fair Cheapside,
With speeches fine and dainty,
They bring me in, for to behold
Their shops of silver and of gold,
There might I choose what wares I would,
For my contentment once a day
Sometimes my humor is to range
To temples strand a new exchange
To see their fashions rare and strange
And have the pictures viewed
Of many a noble king and queen
Which are by death subdued
And having seen the sights most rare
The watermen fully ready were
Me or the river Thames to bear
Beggarden, when I do frequent
All the globe on the bank side,
Therefore to me most recontent,
As I full oft have tried,
The best pastime that they can make
They instantly will undertake,
For my delight and pleasure's sake,
In every place whereas I come,
Both I and my sweet penny
Got entertainment in the same,
And got the love of many.
Both tapsters, cooks, and vintners fine,
With other jovial friends of mine,
Will pledge my health in beer or wine,
Yet will I never, niggard, be
But spend my money frolically
In friendship, love, and mirth.
I'll drink my beer, I'll pay my score,
And eek dispense some of my store,
And to the needy and the poor
I'll freely give my penny.
Thus to conclude, as I began,
Wishing that each true -hearted man
A faithful friend may find.
You that my verses stay to hear,
Draw money for to buy me beer,
The price of it is not too dear,
It will cost you but a penny.