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Magdalene College - Pepys
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A goodfellowes complaint against strong beere,
OR
Take heed goodfellowes for heere you may see
How it is strong beere that hath undone me.
To the Tune of a day will come shall pay for all.

A LL you good fellowes who love strong beere,
In time be warned the same to flee
For I can make it plaine appeare
How tis strong beare that has undon me.

I bid all company to keepe,
Which was my downfall now I see
For povertie on mee doth creepe,
And tis strong beerre that has undon mee.

I once enjoyed both house and land,
But now t'is otherwise you see,
My moneys spent my cloathes are pawnd:
And tis strong beere that has undone mee.

Now I have wasted my estate,
Which was enough to maintaine three,
Ime faine to live at an under rate,
For this strong beere that has undone me.

O how it greeves my hart to thinke,
That they who had my money free.
Now I am poore from me they shrinke,
O how this strong beere has undone me.

When I had coin enough to spend,
Among good fellowes who but me,
Then each one strove to be my friend:
Until strong beere had undon me.

Now all is gone and nothing left,
It is not as it was wont to be,
Of all my friends I am bereft,
O thus strong beere has undon me.

For now my company thy shunne,
And where I come away they flee,
Which makes me sing this heavy tune:
O tis strong beere that has undon mo.

They say tis money makes a man,
Experience prooves it true I see,
For my assotiates from me rane,
When thus strong beere had undone me,

For when I had clothes to my backe,
And coine to call for liquor free,
I never did companions lacke,
Untill strong beere had undon me.

But now I have consumed all,
And am as poore as poore may be,
Here's many laugh to see my fall,
Now this strong beere has undone me.

The world is growne to such a passe,
That if your meanes consumed be,
You shall be counted but an asse
And thus strong beere hath undon me.

The second part. To the same Tune

W Hen I had coine no tapster durst,
Refuse to trust me shillings three,
But now thele see my money first,
Because strong beere has undone mee.

Unto a Tapster once I came,
You'r welcome Sir, draw neere quoth he,
But now the slave wo'not know my name,
Because strong beere has undone mee.

My little hostes at the crowne,
Would often sit upon my knee,
But now sheele cry away thou clowne,
Because strong beere has undone me.

Besides ther's Tapsters three or foure,
Where I have spent my money free,
Are like to thrust me out of doore,
And say there is no roome for me.

But if I could get up my meanes,
As that I doubt will never be,
I sure would fit those Knaves and Queenes,
But now strong beere has undone me.

O is not this a hellish spight,
That I should thus rejected be,
Who lately liv'd in such delight,
Before strong beere had undone me.

When I doe call to minde the dayes,
Which I againe shall never see,
In which torments me many wayes,
Alas strong beere has undone me.

Full many a shilling have I spent,
And cride hang sorrow let it fly,

In drinke and smoke away it went,
And thus strong beere hath undone me.

Then who but I among the rout,
Of Joviall Blades should welcome be,
But now my poverty they flout,
Because strong beere has undone me.

Then would good fellowes to me say,
Heere honest Jacke ile drinke to thee,
Because they knew I still would pay,
Untill strong beere had undone me.

Now they who hung upon my purse,
If I through want should starved be,
Will not a groate for me disburse,
Because strong beere has undone me.

And if I passe by the ale-house doore,
My host will say, looke there goes he,
I knew him rich but now hee's poore,
And thus strong beere has undone me.

All you good fellowes that heare my case,
Take heede least in your owne case be,
I might have liv'd void of disgrace,
Had not strong beere thus undone me.

Shake of ill company in time,
Which wrongeth many a man you see,
Now I through them am like to pine,
And tis strong beere that has undone me.

Farewell strong beere my mortall foe,
Ile drinke no more therefore of thee,
A good cause why my purse is lowe,
For thou strong beere hast undone mee.


F I N I S. Printed for F. Grove.

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