The braue English Iipsie.
To the tune of the
Spanish Ipsie.
COme follow, follow all,
'Tis English Iipsies call;
All you that loue your liues,
Heres those for profit striues.
We fare well when thousands lacke,
None of vs can credits cracke.
We fare well, &c.
If we to Gallants come,
The country people run
To see what we can doe,
Much paines they vndergoe:
Seriously a number striues
To lead the English Iipsies liues.
Seriously a number, &c.
We humor none that liues,
Nor hate no man that giues,
Ambition doth not rest
Ith' English Iipsies brest:
If they giue, weele willing take,
Nought that's good will we forsake.
We vse all things are quaint,
With Painters we can paint;
Our dye is not in vaine,
For we doe dye in graine:
The Walnut trée supplies our lacke,
what was made faire, we can make black.
We take a formall course,
Some sixe vpon a Horse
We single scorne to ride,
Our horse doth want no guide:
We by turnes will take our ease,
And liue all humors for to please.
We scorne for to entise
With beauty Gallants eyes,
We beare no beautious face,
Our subtile slightes to grace,
We can paint when we command,
And looke like
Indians that are
[...]and.
We practise not to dance,
Nor learne no tunes from
France,
Our Knackers make no noise,
We are no roaring Boyes;
English Iipsies all liue free,
And loue, and liue most iouially.
Our fare is of the best,
Thrée times a wéeke we feast,
Nay sometime euery day,
And yet for nothing pay:
For, Béefe or Bacon, Géese or Hens,
What we eate is other mens.
Sometimes where great men dwell,
We doe there Fortunes tell,
Our paines for to requite,
We diet there all night:
In this life we spend our dayes,
English Iipsies Lawes obayes.
The second Part.
To the same tune.
VVE feare to wrong the Law,
We liue in seruile awe,
Yet wheresoere we goe,
We seldome find a foe:
Wheresoere we come, we find
For one that hates, an hundred kind,
Pleasure we haue store,
Who can desire more,
All doth our paines requite,
Then frolike we all night,
Mongst our selues we dance and sing,
Night content to vs doth bring.
What'ere we get all day,
That night doth fly away,
We hoord not vp our store,
For next day we haue more,
Feast our selues with gallant Chéere,
Spare no cost for wine or béere.
To drinke, be drunke, and tipsie,
Delights the English Iipsie:
we liue to loue all those
That are no Iipsies foes:
Some decay'd mongst Gallants, striues
To leade the English Iipsies liues.
We beare this honest mind,
To loue all friends are kind
Our foes we can requite,
with hatred and despight:
For we can plague our mortall foe,
Yet he the actors neuer know.
Great store of Coyne we gaine,
Yet for it take no paine:
Our diet's seldome sought,
For it is to vs brought,
Pigs or Géese, or Brawne or Sowse,
Or any meat that's in the house.
Ther's many stand in feare,
when we approach but néere,
Sometimes our very sight
The children doth affright:
Our names are spred both far and néere,
Our friends we loue, but dread no feare,
We hate all surly slaues,
Nor loue on cunning knaues,
Our selues can cunning vse,
Yet none we will abuse:
He that freely giues, shall find
The English Iipsies alwaies kind,
Who ere hath bin in
Spaine,
And séene there Iipsies vaine,
Shall soone the difference find,
Else iudgement makes him blind:
So
Spanish Iipsies all adue,
For
English equall are to you.
So Spanish Iipsies, &c.
FINIS.
London printed for Iohn Trundle, at his Shop neere the Hospitall Gate in Smithfield