I am a lusty lively Lad
Now come to One and Twenty
My Father left me all he had
Both gold and Silver plenty
Now he's in grave, I will be brave
The Ladies shall adore me
I'll court and kiss, what hurt's in this
My dad did so before me
My Father was a thrifty Sir
Till Soul and Body sundred
Some say he was an Usurer
For thirty in the Hundred
He scrapt and scratcht, she pincht and patcht
That in her Body bore me
But I'll let fly, good cause why
My Father was born before me
So I get wealth, what care I if
My Grandsir were a Sawyer
My Father proved to be a chief
And subtile, Learned Lawyer:
By Cook's Reports and Tricks in Courts
He did with Treasure store me
That I may say, Heavens bless the Day
My Father was born before me
So many Blades now rant in Silk
And put on Scarlet Clothing
At first did spring from bu*ter-milk
Their Ancestors worth nothing
Old Adam and our Grandam Eve
By digging and by Spinning
Did all to Kings and Princes give
Their radical Beginning
Our aged Counsellors would have
Us live by Rule and Reason
'Cause they are marching to their Grave
And Pleasure's out of Season
I'll learn to dance the Mode of Francs
That Ladies may adore me
My thrifty Dad no Pleasure had
Tho' he was born before me
I'll to the Court, where Venus Sport
Doth revel it in Plenty
I'll deal with all, both great and small
From twelve to five and twenty
In Play-houses I'll spend my Days
For they're hung round with Plackets
Ladies make room, behold I come
Have at your knocking Jackets