I am a lusty lively lad
Just 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 father did so before me
My father was a thrifty sir
Till soul and body sundered
Some say he was a usurer
For thirty in the hundred
He scrimpt and scratcht, she pincht and patcht
Who in her body bore me
So I'll let fly, and good cause why
My father did so before me
If I'll get wealth, what care if I
My grandsir were a sawyer
My father proved to be a chief
And subtle, learned lawyer
By cook's report and tricks in court
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
That once were made from butter-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
Because they're marching to their grave
And pleasure's out of season
I'll learn to dance the mode of Francs
That ladies shall 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
They're hung round with plackets
So ladies make room, behold I come
Have at your knocking jackets