%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> There's nothing to be had without money, / OR / Hee that brings mony in his hand / Is sure to speed by sea or land, / But he that hath no coyne in s purse / His fortune is a great deale worse, / Then happy are they that alwayes haue / A penny in purse their credit to saue. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1601-1601 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/22/2011 30275

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S119971 3 a new Northerne tune UNKNOWN A New Northern Tune the Mother beguil'd the Daughter UNKNOWN The Mother Beguiled the Daughter the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune YOu gallants and you swagring blades / Giue eare unto my ditty, THe famous abbey I haue seene / and haue the pictures view'd, But god a mercy penny. But god a mercy penny. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 400 1: 401 There's nothing to be had without money, / OR / Hee that brings mony in his hand / Is sure to speed by sea or land, / But he that hath no coyne in s purse / His fortune is a great deale worse, / Then happy are they that alwayes haue / A penny in purse their credit to saue. There’s nothing to be had without money, OR Hee that brings mony in his hand Is sure to speed by sea or land, But he that hath no coyne ins purse His fortune is a great deale worse, Then happy are they that alwayes have A penny in purse their credit to save. There’s nothing to be had without money, OR He that brings money in his hand Is sure to speed by sea or land, But he that hath no coin in his purse His fortune is a great deal worse, Then happy are they that always have A penny in purse their credit to save. 1601-1601 H.G.

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YOu gallants and you swagring blades Give eare unto my ditty,I am a boone companion knowne In country, towne, and city, I alwayes lovd to weare good cloathes, And ever scorned to take blowes, I am belovd of all me knowes, But god a mercy penny. My father was a man well knowne That usd to hoard up money, His bags of gold he said to him More sweeter were than hony, But I his sonne will let it fly, In taverne, or in ordinary, I am beloved in company, But god a mercy penny. All sorts of men both farre and neere Where ever I resorted, My fellowship esteemed deere, Because I was reported To be a man of noted fame, Some said I well deservd the same, Thus have I got a gallant name, But god a mercy penny.
All parts of London I have tride Where merchants wares are plenty, The Royall Exchange and faire cheapeside With speaches fine and dainty, They bring me in for to behold Their shops of silver and of gold, There might I chuse what wares I would But god a mercy penny. For my contentment once a day I walkt for recreation, Through Pauls, Ludgate, & Fleet-street gay, To raise an elevation: Sometimes my humour is to range, To Temple, Strand, and new Exchange To see their fashions rare and strange; But god a mercy penny. I have beene in Westminster hall Where learned lawyers plead, And shewne my bill among them all Which when they see and read, My action quickly hath beene tride No party there my suit denide, Each one spake bravely on my side: But god a mercy penny.
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THe famous abbey I have seene And have the pictures viewd, Of many a noble king and Queene Which are by death subdud, And having seene the sights most rare, The water men full ready were Me ore the river of Thames To beare; But god a mercy penny. [?]eare garden when I doe frequent [Or] th Globe on the bankeside, [?]h afford to me most rare content As [I] full oft have tride, The best pastime that they can make They instantly will undertake, For my delight and pleasure sake, But god a mercy penny. In every place whereas I came Both I and my sweet penny, Got entertainement in the same And got the love of many:Both Tapsters, Cookes, and Vintners fine With other joviall friends of mine, Will pledge my health in beere or wine, But god a mercy penny. Good fellowes company I usd As also honest women, The painted drabs I still refusd And wenches that are common, There luring lookes I doe despise They seeme so lothsome in mine eyes, Yet one a project did devise To gull me of my penny.
One evening as I past a long A lasse with borrowed haire, Was singing of a tempting song, Kind Sir quoth she, draw neere, But he that bites this rotten crab May after chance to catch the scab. No pander, baud, nor painted drab, Shall gull me of a penny. But curled haire and painted face I ever have refrained, All those that get their living base In heart I have disdained, My conscience is not staind with pitch, No tempting tongue shall me bewitch, Ile make no puncke nor pander rich, Ile rather keepe my penny. Yet will I never niggard be While I remaine on earth, But spend my money frolickely In friendship love and mirth. Ile drinke my beare, Ile pay my score And eke dispense some of my store, And to the needy and the poore, Ile freely give my penny. Thus to conclude as I began I wholly am inclind, Wishing that each true hearted man A faithfull friend may finde:You that my verses stay to heare Draw money for to buy me beere, The price of it is not too deere Twill cost you but a penny.
FINIS. Printed at London for H.G.