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IT IS BAD JESTING WITH A HALTER
To the tune of There was a Ewe had three Lambes.
i THree Iouiall sparkes together, merry they did make, The coldnesse of the weather,
made them their liquor take: Their coyne they freely spent it,
and quaft it merily, And all as one consented
merry for to bee: One he for Tobacco cal'd,
another caPd for beere, Another cal'd what haue you not
some faggots bring vs heere: They were three lusty souldiers,
had seru'd in France and Spaine,
Germany and Italy\
and were come home againe, One in Warres had lost an eye,
another shot quite through the thigh,
the third in Turkish slauery,
endured had much paine.
2 These were no Maunding souldiers, maunding vp and downe, With knap-sakes on their shoulders that trudge from Towne to Towne,