%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Warning to all Lewd Livers. / By the Example of a disobedient Child, who Riotously wasted and consumed his Fathers / and Mothers goods, and also his own, amongst Strumpets and other Lewd Livers, and / dyed most miserably on a Dunghill. Parker, Martin University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1684-1686 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/16/2008 20838

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

2.225v R187947 1 Sir Andrew Barton Sir Andrew Barton MY bleeding heart with grief and care, / Doth wish all young=men to beware, hinged broadsheet with recto: 'ENGLANDS Miseries / Crown'd with Mercy. / Shewing the tender mercy and goodness of Almighty God in preserving his most Gracious / Majesty, and his Royal Brother, from the cruel and bloody hands of their Enemies in the / late horrid Plot.'; tune unclear: The Tune is, Sir And[r]ew Barton.; author noted by Rollins; date from recto content. Pepys 2.225v Wing W938[A]; Rollins (2) 2854 (July 14, 1633, IV, 300, Tho. Lambert); Rollins (2) 2882 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 499) Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 225 A Warning to all Lewd Livers. / By the Example of a disobedient Child, who Riotously wasted and consumed his Fathers / and Mothers goods, and also his own, amongst Strumpets and other Lewd Livers, and / dyed most miserably on a Dunghill. A Warning to all Lewd Livers. By the Example of a disobedient Child, who Riotously wasted and consumed his Fathers and Mothers goods, and also his own, amongst Strumpets and other Lewd Livers, and dyed most miserably on a Dunghill. A Warning to All Lewd Livers. By the Example of a Disobedient Child, Who Riotously Wasted and Consumed His Father's and Mother's Goods, and Also His Own, Amongst Strumpets and Other Lewd Livers, and Died Most Miserably on a Dunghill. Parker, Martin 1/2 sheet oblong folio, hinged, 204 x 323 uneven inking, recto shows through 1684-1686 Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger Weinstein: recto content; Blagden

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 6/16/2008 10:09:20 AM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 6/16/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America State & Times crime death family/procreation vice 06/16/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 7/5/2007 Checker Talya Meyers Ballad checked 2006 Transcriber Summer Star Original Transcription 2005 Bibliographer Laura Miller Bibliographic SQL Database Record Updated/Completed 8/23/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">A Warning to all Lewd Livers.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">By the Example of a disobedient Child, who Riotously wasted and consumed his Fathers </hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">and Mothers goods, and also his own, amongst Strumpets and other Lewd Livers, and dyed most miserably on a Dunghill.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The Tune is, <hi rend="bold">Sir And</hi></hi>[<hi rend="italic"><hi rend="bold">r</hi></hi>]<hi rend="italic"><hi rend="bold">ew Barton</hi></hi><hi rend="italic">.</hi></seg>
MY bleeding heart with grief and care, Doth wish all young-men to beware, That they no such like steps may tread, Nor lead the life which I have led. My Father was a Gentleman, As many Gallants witness can: He had had no Son but only I, Which made his Gold and Silver flye. When as my Father had me sent To sell his goods, or take up rent: I did consume and waste the same, In drinking, or unlawful Game. The Cards and Dice were my delight, I haunted Taverns day and night: Lewd women were my chiefest joys, And my Consorts were Cutpurse boys. Gods Holy word I disobey'd, I car'd not what the Preacher said: For quaffing Cans of Ale and Beer, Wa[s] all the Service I would hear.
Then acting my ungracious part, I broke my aged Fathers heart: When ghastly Death did on him seize, I thought my self in happy case. What he had left I thought well got, But now the shame falls to my lot: Five hundred pound of good red Gold, For wine and Beer I quickly sold. Then was I prest to serve the King, That way might my name honour bring; A Souldiers life I held it base, And always took it in disgrace. And having thus consum'd my store, I to my Mother went for more: Who sold and Mortgaged her Land, And put the money in my hand. And then with tears these words she said, Thou knowst my Son thy Father's dead[:] No more is left but I and thee, Therefore dear Son be good to me.
IF that thy love from me should fall, I have no friend on earth at all: Therefore good Son to me prove kind, And thou reward in Heaven shalt find. Then on my bended knees fell I, Desiring of the Lord on high: A Shameful death might be his end, That would his Mother once offend. All you that do no reckoning make, Of swearing, when your words you speak: Give ear to that which I shall tell, Lewd Livers seldom dyeth well. You Disobedient Children all, Draw near and listen to my fall: Example take, repent in time, Least that your woes be like to mine. You Fathers dear, and Mothers kind, Bear you this Lesson in your mind: Trust not too much a wicked child, For oft times men are so beguild. When Twigs are green you may them ply, But let them grow while they be dry; They will so stiff and stubborn stand, You cannot bend them with your hand. So I that ran a wicked race, And to amend had not the grace: Sixteen score pound in good red gold, Into my hand my mother told. But in the compass of one year, I spent it all as may appear: And having left no means at all, I unto Robbing straight did fall. Thus did I steal my mothers Rings, Her Brass, her Pewter, and such things: The very Bed whereon she lay, I like a Villian stole away. Whatever I could get or take I thereof straight did money make: My flinty heart did feel no grief, To see my Mother want relief. At last she grew exceeding poor, And beg'd relief from door to door:
No Infidel, nor Pagan vild, Could bring to light so bad a Child. At last my Mother lost her breath, As she constrained was by death: Who yields relief when friends grow scant, And ease to them that are in want. From place to place then was I tost, By every man and woman crost: No harbour could I get, whereby I might at night in safeguard lye. My dearest Kinsfolks do me chide, My dearest friends can't me abide: Those were my consorts of late, Their love is turned into hate. Those that have feasted many a time, And fed upon that which was mine: Dispise at me along the street, As if they should a Serpent meet. Both old and young, both great and small, Both Rich and poor despise me all: No friend to take my part have I, But was constrain'd in fields to lye. In this my extream misery, My grief and my necessity: No creature gave for my relief, One piece of bread to ease my grief. But like a poor despised wretch, His latest gasp that he did fetch, Was on a Dung-hill in the Night, When as no creature was in sight. But in the morning he was found, As cold as clay upon the ground: Thus was he born in shame to dye, And end his days in Misery. Take warning young men by this vice, Learn to avoid the Cards and Dice: Lewd womens company now forbear, They are the high-way unto care. All Parents whilst your Babes be young, Look to their ways in hand and tongue: Then wickedness will not abound, But grace in Children will be found.
Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.