I am Randal à Barnabys youngest son,
My fathers lands to me are come,
My brethren are all gone unto their own homes,
For they were all choaked with good ale-bones.
· And it's Randal a Barnaby by name was 1,
That loved good liquor courageously.

Of late we were.in number seven,'

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But six they are pack'd to the joys of heaven,
Their names to you I will display,

And eke their lives most carefully.

And Randal, &c.

Will, the eldest, he died at Dover,
Was six years drunk and never sober.
In Kent a town in the South country,

There died my brother Anthony.

And Randal, &c.

Hard was his fortune which did behap,
That he was found drunk in a good ale-fat.
Robert he died on Salisbury plain,

By Sir John Barleycorn he was slain.

And Randal, &c.

When he had been drunk a whole year for his part, The good ale-spiggot struck him to the heart. Richard he died at the Bath in the South,

With a pot in his hand and a pipe in his mouth.
AAnd Randal, &c.

When he had been drunk a whole year or more,
His throat, by chance, was cut by a whore.
Thomas he died in the Isle of Wight,

Was five years drunk both day and night.

And Randal, &c.

For drinking and smoaking was the jolliest lad,
That ever old Randal a Barnaby had.
Leonard he dy'd on Wakefield green
A whole year drunk and never was seen.

And Randal, &c.

All good things he set by at nought,
For ale and tobacco was all his thought,
Ale and tobacco brought him to decay,

One dry'd him within, t'other wash'd him away.

And Randal, &c.

My brethren are all dead and gone,
And I poor Randal am left alone,
As in a few days you shall understand,
1 was made heir to my fathers land.

And Randal, &c.

PART II.

I courted a girl, and she was a dame,
And Margery Gaygood was her name
Her gentle old father gave unto me,
Twelve hundred pounds in gold and fee.

And Randal, &c.

Every month a hundred pound I laid,
Until my merry gold was all paid,
But where do you think I laid it up?
Some in the cann and some in the cup.

And Randal, &c.

Before a whole year was come about,
Of all my money I left not a groat,
To borrow of my friends I ne'er would stand,
But pawn'd and mortgag'd all my land.

And Randal, &c.

I went to one master clean and round,
And he lent me two thousand pound,"
I sold my lands and pawn'd my deeds,
And then I was cloathed in courtly weeds.

And Randal, &c.

But at Toss-pot-hall it was sold and gone,
I knew not where to make my moan,
For then I became so wondrous poor,
That forced I was to beg for more.

And Randal, &c.

Then for a tinker I did seek,

To carry a budget for three-pence a week,
And while he was peeping into an old pan,
Away with his budget and tools I ran.

Then I did meet a pedlar trim,

And Randal, &c.

And soon I was hir'd to go with him,

And so I became a pedlars boy,

Until I stole his pack away.

All men said it became me well,

And Randal, &c.

And Robin Hood's pennyworths I did sell,

At Winchester town I happen'd at last,

And good ale I drank full fast.

And Randal, &c.

The pot and the glass on the table stood,
I look'd upon it and thought it good,
And as I was sitting the fire by,

1 fell out of my chair, and there did die.

And Randal a Barnaby by name was I,
That loved good liquor courageously.

SONG III.

[THE JOYFUL MAID AND SORROWFUL WIFE.]

MY gown was of the London black,

Many a yard about;

My petticoat of the scarlet red,

And laced unto my foot.

And then I was a maid, a maid,

And joy came to me then;

Of meat and drink, and rich cloathing,
I'm sure I wanted none.

My stockings was of the primrose colour,
The half of them was silk;

My shoes was of the Spanish leather,

My buckles was of gilt.

And then, &c.

My smock was of the white linen,
As white as the driven snow;

The belt that was about my middle,

Was silk and silver O.

And then, &c.

The beads hang black about my neck,

And many a ring within;

The blue lawn that was on my head,

Was well worth ten shillings.

And then, &e.