%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Two-penny-worth of Wit / For a PENNY. / OR, The bad Husband turn'd Thrifty. / This Man that wrought his own decay, / And spent his Money night and day; / Is turn'd so saving I do swear, / There's few that with him can compare: / And lives so civil in his ways, / That all his neighbours give him Praise, / And does repent his wicked Crime, / And desires good Fellows to turn in time; / There's many a Man Runs himself clear out, / When Ale's in his Head, then Wit is out. 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 03/03/2016 35053

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R228627 1 Packingtons Pound Packington's Pound Packington's Pound ALL Company=Keepers come hear what I say / Here's a Notable Song if you please for to stay, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 Two-penny-worth of Wit / For a PENNY. / OR, The bad Husband turn'd Thrifty. / This Man that wrought his own decay, / And spent his Money night and day; / Is turn'd so saving I do swear, / There's few that with him can compare: / And lives so civil in his ways, / That all his neighbours give him Praise, / And does repent his wicked Crime, / And desires good Fellows to turn in time; / There's many a Man Runs himself clear out, / When Ale's in his Head, then Wit is out. Two-penny-worth of Wit For a PENNY. OR, The bad Husband turn’d Thrifty This Man that wrought his own decay, And spent his Money night and day; Is turn’d so saving I do swear, There’s few that with him can compare: And lives so civil in his ways, That all his neighbours give him Praise, And does repent his wicked Crime, And desires good Fellows to turn in time; There’s many a Man Runs himself clear out, When Ale’s in his Head, then Wit is out. Two-penny-worth of Wit For a PENNY. OR, The bad Husband turned Thrifty. This Man that wrought his own decay, And spent his Money night and day; Is turned so saving I do swear, There's few that with him can compare: And lives so civil in his ways, That all his neighbors give him Praise, And does repent his wicked Crime, And desires good Fellows to turn in time; There's many a Man Runs himself clear out, When Ale's in his Head, then Wit is out. ?-? J. Deacon

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ALL Company-Keepers come hear what I say Here's a Notable Song if you please for to stay, It will Learn you good councel, be ru'ld by a friend, If you go to an alehouse your money to spend: For four-pence or Sixpence, you may spend I do say, If you call any higher it's all thrown away; Then Barnaby will begin to work in your head, There's many does forget that their Children want Bread Observe a good hour and loose not your time, If you meet with a friend that you needs must go drink I desire you to take this councel of mine, Keep wit in your Noddle, and your Pockets some Chink: Then your wife will pleased, your Children glad, And a great deal of comfort there will to be had: But if you spend all your money and make yourself poor, Then your rent will be wanting you'l be turn'd out of door. To see some men when they are full of drink, What a Beastly condition it is we may think, That they hardly can know one man from another, Then abuse their best friend if it be their own Brother.
They'l tumble it'h dirt, and they'l stagger i 'th street, And affront e'ry man and woman they meet, That when they are sober will Scorn to do so, For they hardly can know their friend from their foe. For I my own self have been in the same way, And wasted my money by night and by day, And never did think how my Children was serv'd, Till Neighbours did say that they almost were starv'd If my wife chance to say that any thing she did lack, I would call her base whore and besure pay her back: That was the best comfort I could her afford, Then I out to the Ale-house, and spent like a Lord. I sold all my goods, and I wasted my store, And at the Long run I was grown very poor, A hundred and fifty good pounds I have spent, As long as any was left I could not be content: My hostess she would be so merry with me, When I call'd for Liquor and paid for 't too free; And with slabering and kissing she pleasd me to t'h life Thus I like a villian did wrong my poor wife.
At last I consider'd and did think in my mind, How to my own family I had been too unkind; Which troubles my conscience to think on the same, That with drinking and swilling I was much to blame, My Children was bare, and hard they did fare, And I of their misery never took care, But now i'le begin for to live a new life, And take pains to maintain both my Children and wife. For I to the Ale-house have been too kind, Which to my undoing I plainly do find, My poor little Children are fallen into want, Which grieves me to see them full sore I repent, That I had such fortune for to be so led, With Drunken companions which caus'd me be bad, But he runs a long Race, that ne'r has an end, I make much of my money that God does me send. I'le be carefull of my Children and make much of my wife And provide meat and drink for to preserve their life, That little that's left I hope to make it more, With takeing of pains, and with working full sore: And ale-wifes go hang themselves with what they have got, No more of my money shall fall to their lot; I have sow'd my wild Oats and I will have a care, Of drunken companions that made me so bare. It is a brave thing when a Winter comes cold, To have something in store, with that a man may be bold, Either Land men or Sea-men what ever they be, All Young-men consider be ruled by me, For Hostesses and tap houses will fill you no beer, No longer then your money holds out you may swear, For I my own self now do find it too true, Which makes me to speak, for what I spent I do rue. Since I took a good course and forsaken the bad, With my wife and my Children there is enough to be had, But while I kept drinking and looking my time, All my whole houshould was ready to pine: But it is a long day that ne'r has an end, Therefore all good-fellows be rul'd by a Friend, Keep mony in your pockets and good Cloaths to your back, Drink to do yourselves good, but take heed of a Crack, Now in the conclusion that man is well blest, That lives sober, and quietly, and forgoes Drunkenness, He never will be out of reason with his wife, If God give him a blessing he's free from all strife, It is a brave thing if a man do take pains, If he work ne'r so hard if he bring home the gains; Therefore take this councel I pray you of mine; It's a penny well bestow'd, he that takes up in time.
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