%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Extravagant YOUTH, / OR, / An Emblem of PRODIGALITY. / Tho' he was stout, he can't get out, / in Trouble he'l remain / Young-Men be wise, your Freedom prize, / bad Company refrain. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1684-1684 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 11/14/2016 30620

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R227146 1 King James's Jigg; Or, The Country Farmer King James's Jig; The Country Farmer King James's Jig; Or, The Country Farmer COme listen a while and I will relate / My sad and most dismal deplorable state, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 138 The Extravagant YOUTH, / OR, / An Emblem of PRODIGALITY. / Tho' he was stout, he can't get out, / in Trouble he'l remain / Young-Men be wise, your Freedom prize, / bad Company refrain. The Extravagant YOUTH. OR, An Emblem of PRODIGALITY. Tho’ he was stout, he can’t get out, in Trouble he’l remain Young-Men be wise, your Freedom prize, bad Company refrain. The Extravagant Youth, or, an emblem of prodigality. Though he was stout, he can't get out, in trouble he'll remain. Young men, be wise, your freedom prize, bad company refrain. 1684-1684

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COme listen a while and I will relate My sad and most dismal deplorable state, For now I am in a most woful case, Ay running this wild and extravagent race: When Silks and Sattins did me adorn, I said that I was most Nobly Born, Good Counsel I slighted, and held it in scorn, But now here behold how I stick in the Horn. I gave my self over to ev'ry Vice, As Courting, and sporting, with Cards and Dice I thought in my heart it would never be day, While I was attired in rich array:
With Boon Companions I did Trade, They counted me a Jocular Blade, But now all my Glory is clearly decay'd, And into the Horn my self have betray'd. I once kept my Gelding abroad to Ride, My Hat and my feather, and Sword by my side; As long as my Pocket was lined with Gold, In pleasure I swam, and abroad I roul'd: But now no longer can I reign, In sorrowful note I here do complain. And stick in the Horn where I still must remain; And cannot get out if i'de never so fain.
My Father he went in a Thread-bare Coat, And on his old Angels was wont to dote; Which he had obtain'd by Usury, And now I have spent it as merrily: I called for Wine like a Hector stout, My Golden Guinnies did flye about, I'de Revel and Rant, and i'de keep a fine rout, But now I am in where I cannot get out. I never would take any thought or care, I said that I was my old Fathers Heir, My Festival Fellows was Roisterous Boys, We liv'd in delights with a thousand joys: While we in Splendor did abound, Methoughts the world went merrily round, But since friends & fortune together hath frownd I stick in the Horn, where I still may be found. My Father gave me all his free-hold Land, And then at my Courtesie he would stand, O then thought I, thy Silver shan't rust, I'le make it to flye like the Summers Dust: Then did I keep my Prancing Naggs, Till I had emptied his Golden Bags, My Silks flourisht like to a Navy of Flags, But now they are worn and torn to Rags. I Mortgag'd and sold, and I spent so fast, The Miser my father was vert at last, To think that I squander'd away such summs, He scratcht his ears, and he knawed his thumbs, His whole Estate was quite decay'd, By those vile Projects which I have play'd, Thus I have quite ruin'd the Usurers trade, And I in the Horn am a sorrowful Blade. Now here an Example I must remain, My freedom I never expect again, Young Gallants be warned such ruine shun, Which has both my father and I undone: All comforts now from us are flown, My Father in Bedlam makes his moan, And I in the Counter a Prisoner thrown, This Horn is a Figure by which it is known.
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