%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A pleasant new song that plainely doth show, / that al are Beggers, both high and low, / A meane estate let none despise: / for tis not Money that makes a man wise. Crouch, Humphrey University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1639-1639 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/22/2018 36208

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

S2553 2 Cuckolds all a row Cuckold's All A-Row Cuckolds All A Row To the same tune Cuckold's All A-Row To the Same Tune COme cease your songs of Cuckolds row / for now tis somthing stale, IN faith my Landlord is not paid, / and what care I for that, Are Beggers all a row. [with variation] we are Beggers all a row. [with variation] Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 34 A pleasant new song that plainely doth show, / that al are Beggers, both high and low, / A meane estate let none despise: / for tis not Money that makes a man wise. A pleasant new song that plainly doth show, that all are Beggars, both high and low, A mean estate let none despise: for 'tis not Money that makes a man wise. Crouch, Humphrey Printer M.F. 1639-1639 R. Harper

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 10/22/2018 3:06:20 PM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl G Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction / health alcohol Americas animals / nature Bible / biblical figures buildings / architecture catastrophe children class clothing / appearance country / nation crime death economics / commerce entertainments family Featured folklore gender holidays / seasons infidelity labor / craft law London love maritime marriage military / war monstrosity mythology / Classical news nobility / court politics / government procreation punishment race / ethnicity religious concepts religious figures religious groups royalty rural life servitude sex / sexuality supernatural / magic travel trickery / deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgar humor youth / age Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 10/22/2018 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 10/22/2018 3:06:20 PM XBallad Raychawdhuri, Anita Created XML Version of Ballad 10/22/2018 3:06:20 PM Transcription Supervisor McCants, Kristen Transcription of ballad manuscript 10/22/2018 3:06:20 PM Double-Key Comparison and Merging Adkison, Katie Transcription of ballad manuscript 10/22/2018 3:06:20 PM Transcriptionist Two Levinson-Emley, Rachel Transcription of ballad manuscript 10/22/2018 3:06:20 PM Transcriptionist One McCants, Kristen Transcription of ballad manuscript 7/25/2018 Checker Kristen McCants Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 7/25/2018 Checker Kristen McCants Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 1/10/2017 Bibliographer Kristen McCants Initial Ballad Catalogue Record Created
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">A pleasant new song that plainely doth show,</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">that all are Beggers, both high and low,</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">A meane estate let none despise:</hi></seg> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">for tis not Money that makes man wise.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="5" rend="left"><hi rend="italic"><hi rend="bold">To the tune of Cuckolds all a row.</hi></hi></seg>
COme cease your songs of Cuckolds row for now tis somthing stale, And let us sing of Beggers now, For thats in generall, In City and in Country, men from high to low, In each degree or quality, Are Beggers all a row. How many men are there that live, and doe no good at all? And such had rather spend, then give to them that live in thrall, Lose a hundred at a cast, as much at the next throw, But what comes of them at the last, Beggers all a row. Some countrey Lads that backward thrives, left with a large estate, Weary of those countrey lives, they have enough of that: The countrey then the City courts, a countrey life's too low, For here are many tricks and sports, makes Beggers all a row. First for a Coach and horses, theres one reversion flies, [?]conds f[o]r new Fashions, [?]nities, [?] Maid and Man, [?]e growes low, [?]ch for a Sedan, [Beggars all a row.]
I saw a handsome proper youth, and he was wonderous fine, But when I understood the truth, his case was worse then mine, On wine and Drabs, he did all spend, which wrought his overthrow, So fortune plac'd him in the end, with Beggers all a row, I have a Mistris of mine owne, that beares a lofty spirit, Though gold and silver she hath none nor any good demerit, Yet will she brave it with the best, whereever she doth goe, And be at every Gossips feast, with Beggers all a row. But of all Beggers he's the worst, that doth complaine he's poore: And evermore shall be accurst, that starves in midst of store, Let Usurers therefore take heed, least to the Devill they goe, That doe complaine before they neede, with Beggers all a row[.] Gilbert loves the Ale-house well, Dick will not be behind, Jane and Tib, and bonny Nell, are to each other kind, For two full pots, come let us joyne although our states be low, My money still shall goe with thin[?] Begge[rs all a r]ow.
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The second part, To the same tune.</hi></seg>
IN faith my Landlord is not paid, and what care I for that, My Grannam she hath often said, that care will kill a Cat, Come fill us tother Pot good Boy, and then in troth weele goe, Come neighbour why are you so coy, we are Beggers all a row. Jone hath paund her band of Lawne, and Tom his fudling Cap, Ralph hath laid his Cloke to pawne, for to maintaine the Tap, The Ale-house thriveth best I see, this all the world doth know, So here good fellow here's to thee, Beggers all a row. I have another Teaster yet, and cannot be content, I cannot rest nor quiet sit, till all my money be spent, Too much money makes men mad, the proverb plaine doth show, And want of mony makes men sad, and Beggers all a row. The bloudy fight moves me to wrath, between [?] Dutch and Spaine, I gladly [?] would know the truth, who [?] fight did gaine, The D[utch a]ttempted as its knowne, the S[pani]ard's overthrowe, No bo[th o]f them may make their moane, w'are [be]ggers all a row.
A Country man did sell his Nagge, three Heafers, and a Bull, And brought to towne a Canvas bag, with writings filled full, But all the money that he had the Lawyer puld it too, Alasse poore man thy cause is bad, Beggers all a row. Two men did passe their words of late for a Knave as I did heare, They paid the debt, and broke their state for he would not appeare, Let others take example then, lest they themselves overthrow, Today they may be gentlemen, then Beggers all a row. I that made this song of late, have well observed the time, Ide rather live in meane estate, then higher seeke to climbe, My money is my lackie-boy, I send him too and fro, Sweet content I doe injoy, with Beggers all a row. He that begges an almes of heaven, cannot complaine he's poore, His daily Bread, is daily given, what can he wish for more? Thus all are Beggers every day, all both high and low, In this we may conclude and say, w'are Beggers all a row.
FINIS. Humfrey Crowch. [P]rinted by M.F. for R. Harper, and are to be sold at the Bible and [Harp] in Smithfield