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