A warning for all lewd livers: by the example of a disobedient child, who rioutously wasted and consumed his father and mother's goods, and also his own, amongst vile strumpet[s], and other lewd livers, and died most miserably on a dunghil. To the tune of, Sir Andrew Barton, &c. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656? 1695 Approx. 7 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). B04902 Wing P448 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[137] 99887342 ocm99887342 182054 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04902) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182054) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[137]) A warning for all lewd livers: by the example of a disobedient child, who rioutously wasted and consumed his father and mother's goods, and also his own, amongst vile strumpet[s], and other lewd livers, and died most miserably on a dunghil. To the tune of, Sir Andrew Barton, &c. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656? 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed by and for W[illiam]. O[nley]. for A[lexander]. M[ilbourn]. and sold by J[onah]. Deacon, at the angel in Guil-spur-street [sic]., London: : [1695] Verse: "My bleeding heart with grief and care ..." Author, date of publication and publishers' names from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. 2008-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-09 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-11 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2008-11 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A WARNING for all Lewd Livers : By the Example of a Disobedient CHILD , who rioutously wasted and consumed his Father and Mother's Goods , and also his own , amongst vile Strumpets , and other lewd Livers , and died most miserably on a Dunghil . To the Tune of , Sir Andrew Barton , &c. MY bléeding heart with grief and care , Doth wish all young Men to beware , That they no such like steps may tread , Nor lead the life which I have led : My Father was a Gentleman , As many Gallants witness can ; He had no Son but only I , Which made his gold and silver flye . When as my Father had me sent , To sell his goods , or take up rent , I did consume and waste the same , In drinking or unlawful game , The cards and dice were my delight , I haunted taverns day and night ; Lew'd Woman were my chiefest joys , And my Consorts were Cut-purse-boys , God's holy Word I disobey'd , I car'd not what the Preacher said ; For quaffing cans of ale and beer , Was all the service I would hear . Then acting my ungracious part , I broke my aged Father's heart , When ghastly Death did on him seize , I thought myself in happy case . What he had left I thought well got , But now the shame falls to my lot ; Five hundred pound of good red gold , For wine and beer I quickly sold . Then was I prest to serve the King , That might my name to honour bring ; A Souldier's life I held it base , And always took it in disgrace . And having thus consum'd my store , I to my Mother went for more ; Who sold and mortgaged her land , And put the mony in my hand : And then with tears these words she said , Thou know'st my Son thy Father's dead , No more is left but I and thee , Therefore dear Son be good to me . If that thy love from me should fall , I have no Friend on earth at all : Therefore good Son to me prove kind , And thou reward in Heaven shalt find . Then on my bended knees fell I , Desiring of the Lord on high , A shameful death might be his end , That would his Mother once offend . All you that do no reckoning make , Of swearing , when your words you speak , Give ear to that which I will tell , Lewd Livers seldom dyeth well . You disobedient Children all , Draw near and listen to my fall , Example take , repent in time , Lest that your woes be like to mine . You Fathers dear , and Mothers kind , Bear you this Lesson in your mind , Trust not too much a wicked Child , For oft times Men are so beguil'd : When twigs are green you may them ply , But let them grow while they be dry , They will so stiff and stubborn stand , You cannot bend them with your hand . So that I ran a wicked race , And to amend had not the grace , Sixteen score pound in good red Gold , Into my hand my Mother told . But in the compass of one year , I spent it all as may appear , And having left no means at all , I unto robbing straight did fall . Thus did I steel my Mother's rings , Her brass , her pewter , and such things , The very bed whereon she lay , I like a Villian stole away . What ever I could get or take , I thereof straight did mony make ; My flinty heart did feel no grief , To see my Mother want relief . At last she grew exceeding poor , And beg'd relief from door to door : No Infidel , nor Pagan vild , Could bring to light so bad a Child . At last my Mother lost her breath , As she constrained was by Death ; Who yields relief , when Friends grow scant , And ease to them that are in want . From place to place then was I tost , By every Man and Woman crost , No harbour could I get , whereby I might at night in safe-guard lie . My dearest Kinsfolks do me chide , My dearest Friends mock and deride , Those that were my Conforts of late , Their love is turned into hate . Those that have feasted many a time , And fed upon that which was mine , Despise at me along the street , As if they should a serpent meet . Both Old and Young , both Great and Small , Both Rich and Poor despise me all , No friend to take my part have I , But was constrain'd in fields to lie . In this my extream misery , By grief , and my necessity , No Creature gave for my relief , One peice of bread to ease my grief . But like a poor despised Wreatch , His latest gasp that he did fetch , Was on a dung-hill in the night , When as no Creature was in sight . Bu in the morning he was found , As cold as clay upon the ground ; Thus was he born in shame to dye , And end his days in misery . Take warning young Men by this vice , Learn to avoid the cards and dice , Lewd Womans company forbear , They are the high-way unto care . All Parents whilst your Babes he young , Look to their ways in hand and tongue , Then wickedness will not abound , But grace in Children will be found . London : Printed by and for W.O. for A. M. and sold by J. Deacon , at the Angel in Guil-spur-street .