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A GOODFELLOW'S COMPLAINT
4 Now I haue wasted my estate, Which was enough to maintaine three, I me faine to Hue at an vnder rate,
For this strong beere that has vndone me.
5 O how it greeues my hart to thinke, That they who had my money free, Now I am poore from me they shrinke, O this strong beere has vndone me.
6 When I had coine enough to spend, Among good fellowes who but me, Then each one stroue to be my friend: Until strong beere had vndon me.
7 Now all is gone and nothing left, It is not as it was wont to be, Of all my friends I am bereft,
O thus strong beere has vndon me.1
8 For now my company they2 shunne, And where I come away they flee, Which makes me sing this heauy tune:
0 tis strong beere that has vndon me.3
9 They say tis money makes a man, Experience prooues it true I see, For my assotiates from mee rane, When thus strong beere had vndone me.1
io For when I had clothes to my backe, And coine to call for liquor free,
1 neuer did companions lacke, Untill strong beere had vndon me.
11 But now I haue consumed all,
And am as poore as poore may be, Here's many laugh to see my fall, Now this strong beere has vndone me.
1 Comma in the text. 2 Text thy.
3 Text mo.