%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A True CHARACTER / OF / Sundry Trades and Callings: / OR, / A New Ditty of Innocent Mirth. / This Song is New, and perfect True, / there's none can this deny; / For I am known, Friend, to be one / that scorns to tell a Lye. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/18/2016 34661

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R227399 1 Old Simon the King Old Simon the King Old Simon the King NOw Gentlemen sit you all merry, / i'll sing you a Song of a Want Good people I tell unto you, / these Lines they are absolute New, / For I hate and dispise the telling of Lies, / this Ditty is merry and true. Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 264 A True CHARACTER / OF / Sundry Trades and Callings: / OR, / A New Ditty of Innocent Mirth. / This Song is New, and perfect True, / there's none can this deny; / For I am known, Friend, to be one / that scorns to tell a Lye. A True CHARACTER OF Sundry Trades and Callings: OR, A New Ditty of Innocent Mirth. This Song is New, and perfect True, there’s none can this deny; For I am known, Friend, to be one that scorns to tell a Lye. A True CHARACTER OF Sundry Trades and Callings: OR, A New Ditty of Innocent Mirth. This Song is New, and perfect True, there's none can this deny; For I am known, Friend, to be one that scorns to tell a Lie. ?-? P. Brooksby

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NOw Gentlemen sit you all merry, i'll sing you a Song of a Want, I'll make you as merry as may be, though Monies begin to grow scant: A Woman without e're a Tongue, she never can scold very loud; 'Tis just such another great Want, when the Fidler wants his Crowd: Good People I tell unto you, these Lines they are absolute new, For I hate and dispise the telling of Lies, this Ditty is merry and true.
A Ship that's without e're a Sail, may be driven the Lord knows whither; 'Tis just such another sad Want, as the Shoe-maker wants his Leather: A Man that has got but one Legg, will make but a pittiful Runner, And he that has no Eyes in his Head, will make but a sorrowful Gunner: Good People I tell unto you, these Lines they are absolute new, For I hate and dispise the telling of Lies, this Ditty is merry and true.
A Doctor without any Stomach, will make but a pittyful Dinner, And he that has got no Victuals to eat, will quickly look thinner and thinner: A Bell without ever a Clapper, will make but sorrowful Sound, And he that has no Land of his own, may work on another Man's Ground: Good People I tell unto you, these lines they are absolute new, For I hate and despise the telling of Lies, this Ditty is merry and true. A Black-smith without his Bellows, he need not rise very soon, And he that has no Cloaths to put on, may lye in his Bed till noon: An Inn-keeper without any Custom, will never get store of Wealth, And if he has ne'r a Sign to hang up, he may e'ne go hang up himself: Good People, etc. A Miller without any Stones, he is but a sorrowful Soul, And if that he has no Corn to grind, he need not stand taking of Toll: The Taylor we know he is loath to take any Cabbidge at all, If he has no Silk, Stuff or Cloath, to do that good Office withal. Good People, etc. A Woman without e're a Fault, she like a bright Star will appear; But a Brewer without any Mault, will make but pittiful Beer: A Man that has got but one Shirt, when e're it is washt for his hide, I hope it can't be no great hurt, to lye in his Bed till 'tis dry'd, Good People, etc.
A Mountebank without his Fools, and a Skip-kennel turn'd out of Place, A Tinker without any Tools, they are all in a sorrowful case: You know that a Dish of good Meat, it is the true Stay of Man's Life, But he that has nothing to eat, he need not to draw out his Knife. Good People, etc. A Pedler without e're a Stock, it makes him look pitiful blew; A Shepherd without e'er a Flock, has little or nothing to do: A Farmer without any Corn, he neither can give, sell or lend; A Huntsman without e'er a Horn, his Wife she must stand his good Friend. Good People, etc. A Plow-man that has ne'er a Plow, I think may live at his ease; A Dairy without e're a Cow, will make but bad Butter and Cheese. A Man that is pittiful poor, has little or nothing to loose; And he that has never a Foot, it saves him the buying of Shooes. Good People, etc. A Warren without e'er a Coney, is barren, and so much the worse; And he that is quite without Money, can have no great need of a Purse. I hope there is none in this place, that now is displeas'd with this Song: Come buy up my Ballads apace, and i'll pack up my awls and be gone. Good People I tell unto you, these Lines they are absolute new, For I hate and dispise the telling of Lies, this Ditty is merry and true.
Printed for P.Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner.