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R214600 2 Old Simon the King Old Simon the King Old Simon the King the Same Tune Old Simon the King The Same Tune I Am a poore man, God knowes, / and all my neighbours can tell. SOme do themselues maintaine, / with playing at cardes and Dice, I'me ragged, and torne, and true. Ime ragged, and torne, and true. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 352 1: 353 Ragged, and Torne, and True. / Or, the poore mans Resoltion, Ragged, and Torne, and True. Or. the poore mans Resoltion, Ragged, and Torn, and True. Or. the poor man's Resolution, Printer the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke 1619-1619

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I Am a poore man, God knowes, and all my neighbours can tell. I want both money and clothes, and yet I live wondrous well: I have a contented mind, and a heart to beare out all, Though Fortune (being unkind) hath given me substance small. Then hang up sorrow and care, it never shall make me rue: What though my backe goes bare: Ime ragged, and torne, and true. I scorne to live by the shift, or by any sinister dealing. Ile flatter no man for a gift, nor will I get money by stealing, Ile be no Knight of the Post; to sell my soule for a bribe, Though all my fortunes be crost, yet I scorne the Cheaters tribe. Then hang up sorrow and care, it never shall make me rue, What though my cloake be thred-bare, Ime ragged, and torne, and true.
A Boote of Spanish leather. I have seene set fast in the stockes, Exposed to wind and weather, and foule reproach and mock[e], While I in my poore ragges, can passe at liberty still: O fie on these brawling bragges, when the money is gotten so ill, O fie on these pelfering knaves, I scorne to be of that crue. They steale to make themselves brave, Ime ragged, and torne, and true. I have seene a Gallant goe by, woth all his wealth on his backe, He lookt as loftily, as one that did nothing lacke, And yet he hath no meanes, but what he gets by the sword, Which he consume on Queanes, for it thrives not take my worde Oh fie on these high-way theeves, the Gallowes will be then due: Though my doublet be rent ith sleeves Ime ragged, and torne, and true.
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SOme do themselves maintaine, with playing at cardes and Dice, O fie on that lawlesse gaine, got by such wicked vice: They coozen poore Countrey-men, with their delusions vilde, Yet it happens now and then, that they are themselves beguilde: For if they be caught in a snare, then the Pillery clames its due, Though my Jerkin be worne and bare Ime ragged, and torne, and true. I have seene some gallants brave, up Holborne ride in a Cart, Which sight much sorrow gave to every tender heart: Then have I said to my selfe, what pity is it for this, That any man for pelfe, should do such a foule amisse: O fie on deceit and theft, it makes men at the last rue, Though I have but little left, Ime ragged, and torne, and true. The Pick-pockets in a throng, at a Market or a Faire. Will try whose purse is strong that they may the money share: But if they are caught ith action, they are carried away in disgrace.
Either to the house of Correction, or else to a worser place: O fie on these pelfering Theeves, the Gallowes will be their due, What need I suee for a repreeve[?] Ime ragged, and torne, and true. The Hostler, to maintaine himselfe with money ins purse, Approves the Proverbe true, and sayes Gramercy Horse: He robs the travelling beast, that cannot divulge his ill, He steales a whole handfull at least, from every halfe peck he should fill, O fie on those coozening scabs, that rob the poore Jades of their due I scorne all theeves and Drabs: Ime ragged, and torne, and true. Tis good to be honest and just, though a man be never so poore, False dealers are still in mistrust, thare afraid of the officers doore: Their conscience doth them accuse and the quake at the noise of a bush: While he that doth no man abuse, For the law needs nat care a rush, Then welfare the man that can say, I pay every man his due, Although I go poore in aray, Ime ragged, and torne, and true.
Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke. FINIS.