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T51833 NOW Gentlmen sit you merry, / I'll sing you a song of a want, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 592 A true Character of sun- / dry Trades and Call- / ings. / Or, A new Ditty of Innocent / Mirth. A true Character of sundry Trades and Callings. Or, A new Ditty of Innocent Mirth. A true Character of sundry Trades and Callings. Or, A new Ditty of Innocent Mirth. ?-?

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NOW Gentlemen sit you merry, Ill sing you a song of a want, Ill make you as merry as may be, My Money begins to grow scant. A woman without eer a tongue, She never can scold very loud; It is just such another sad want, When a Fidler wants his crowd. A ship thats without eer a sail, May be driven the Lord knows whither. Tis just such another sad want, When a Shoemaker wants his leather. A M[a]n that has got but one leg, Will make but a pitiful Runner. And he that has neer an Eye in his Head, Will make but a sorrowful Gunnor. A doctor without any stomach Will make but a sorrowful dinner. And he that has no victuals to eat, Will quickly look thinner and thinner. A Bell without eer a clapper, Will make but a pitiful sound. And he that has no Land of his own, Must work on another Mans Ground. A Blacksmith without any Bellows, He need not to rise very soon. An he thats no cloaths to put on, May lie in Bed till its noon, An Inn-keeper without any Custom Will never get store of pelf; And he thats no Sign to hang up, May een go hang up himself. A Miller without any Stones, He has but a sorrowful soul. And if he has no Corn to grind, He need not stand taking of toll. The Taylor we know is loth To take any cabbage at all, If he has no silk, stuff or cloth To do that good office withal. A woman without eer a fault She like a bright Star doth appear. And a brewer without any Malt, Will make but pitiful Beer. A Man that has got but one Shirt, Wheneer it is washd to his hide, I hope it is no great hurt, To lie in bed till it is dryd. A Mountebank without his Fools, And a Skip-kennel out of place. A Tinker without any tools, Are all in a sorrowful case. You know a Dish of good Meat Is the staff of Mans life, But he thats no victuals to eat, He needs not to draw out his knife. A Pedlar without any Pack, It makes him look pitiful blew. A Shepherd without eer a Flock, Has little or nothing to do. A Farmer without any Corn, He neither can give, sell, or lend. A Huntsman without eer a Horn, His wife must be his best friend. A Ploughman that has neer a Plough, I think must lie at ease. A Dairy without eer a Cow, Wisl make but bad Butter and Cheese, A Man that is pitiful poor Has little or nothing to lose. And he that has never a Foot, It saves him the buying of Shoes. A Warren without eer a Coney Is barren, and so much the worse, And he that is quite out of Money Can have no great need of a purse. I hope there are none in this Place That now are displeasd with my Song, Come buy up my Ballads apace, Ill pack up my Awls and be gone.