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R215902 1 Sir Andrew Barton UNKNOWN Sir Andrew Barton MY bleeding heart with griefe and care, / doth wish all young men to beware, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 442 1: 443 A warning for all lewd livers, / By the example of a disobedient Childe, who riotously wasted and consumed his / Fathers and Mothers goods, and also his own, among strumpets, and other lewd- / livers, and after dyed most miserably on a dung-hill. A warning for all lewd livers, By the example of a disobedient Childe, who riotously wasted and consumed his Fathers and Mothers goods, and also his own, among strumpets, and other lewd livers, and after dyed most miserably on a dung-hill. A warning for all lewd livers, By the example of a disobedient Child, who riotously wasted and consumed his Fathers and Mother's goods, and also his own, among strumpets, and other lewd livers, and after dyed most miserably on a dung-hill. Price, Lawrence 1633-1633 Thomas Lambert

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MY bleeding heart with griefe and care, doth wish all young men to beware, That they no such like steps may tread, nor leade the life that I have led. My Father was a Gentleman, as many gallants witnesse can, He had no sonne but onely I, which made his gold and silver fly. When as my Father hath me sent, to sell his goodes or take up rent, I did consume and waste the same in drinking and unlawfull game. The Cards and Dice were my delight, I haunted tavernes day and night, Lewd women were my chiefest joyes, and my consorts were cutpurse boyes. Gods holy word I disobeyd, I cared not what the Preacher said, For quaffing cans of Ale and Beere, was all the service I would heare, Thus acting my ungratious part, I broke my aged Fathers heart, When gastly death did on him ceaze, I thought my selfe in happy case. What he had left I thought well got, but now the shame falls to my lot, Five hundred pound in good red gold, for Wine and Beere I quickly sould. Then was I prest to serve the King, that might my name to honour bring, A Souldiers life I held it base, and alwaies tooke it in disgrace. And having thus consumd my store, I to my Mother went for more; Who sould and morgagd all her land, and put the money in my hand.
And with these words with teares she said thou knowest my Son thy fathers dead No more is left but I and thee, therefore deare Sonne be good to mee. If that thy love from mee should fall, I have on earth no friend at all, Therefore good Son, to me prove kind, and thou in Heaven reward shalt find. Then on my bended knees fell I, desiring of the Lord on high, A shamefull death might be his end, that would his Mother once offend. All you that doe no reckoning make, of swearing when your words you speake, Give eare to this which will you tell, lewd livers seldome died well. You disobedient children all, draw neare and listen to my fall, Example take, repent in time, least that your woes be like to mine. You Fathers deare and Mothers kinde, beare you this lesson well in minde, Trust not too much a wicked child for oftentimes men are beguild. When twigs are greene you may them ply but let them grow till they be dry, They will so stiffe and stubborne stand, you cannot bend them with your hand. So I that ran a wicked race, to mend my life had not the grace, Sixteene score pound in ready gold, into my hand my Mother told. But in the compasse of one yeare, I spent it all as may appeare, And having left no meanes at all, I unto robbing straight did fall.
THen did I steale my Mothers rings, her brasse, her pewter, & such things, The very bed whereon shee lay, I like a villaine sould away. What ever I could get or take, I thereof straight would money make, My flinty heart did feele no griefe, to see my Mother want reliefe. At last shee grew exceeding poore, and begd her bread from doore to doore, No Infidell 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 yeelds reliefe when friends grow scant and easeth those that are in want. From place to place I then was tost, by every man and woman crost, No harbour could I get, whereby I might at night in safegard lye. My dearest kinsfolkes doe me chide, my nearest friends mocke and deride, Those that were my consorte of late, their love is changed into hate. Those that have feasted many a time, and fed upon that which was mine, Despise at me along the street, as if they should a Serpent meet.
Both old and young both great and small, both rich and poore, despise me all, No friend to take my part had I, but was constraind in fields to lye. In this my extreme mysery, my griefe and my necessity, No creature gave for my reliefe, one peece of bread to ease my griefe. But as a poore despised wretch, his latest gaspe that he did fetch, Was on a dounghill 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 borne in shame to die, and end his dayes in misery. Take warning young men by this vice, learne to avoid the Cards and Dice: Lewd womens company forbeare, they are the high way unto care. All Parents while your babes be young, looke to their waies in hand and tongue, Then wickednesse will not abound, but grace in children may be found.
FINIS. Printed at London for Thomas Lambert, and are to be sold in Smithfield, at the Hospitall gate. L.P.