The merry hoastess: or, A pretty new ditty, compos'd by an hoastess that lives in the city: to wrong such an hoastess it were a great pitty, by reason she caused this pretty new ditty. To the tune of, Buff coat has no fellow. Robins, Thomas, fl. 1672-1685. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B05019 of text949 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing R1656). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 B05019 Wing R1656 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[536] 99884571 ocm99884571 183203 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. B05019) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183203) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:1[287]) The merry hoastess: or, A pretty new ditty, compos'd by an hoastess that lives in the city: to wrong such an hoastess it were a great pitty, by reason she caused this pretty new ditty. To the tune of, Buff coat has no fellow. Robins, Thomas, fl. 1672-1685. 1 sheet ([2] p.) : ill. Printed for John Andrews, at the White Lion near Pye-Corner., London, : [1660?] Signed: T.R. [i.e. Thomas Robins]. Publication date suggested by Wing. Verse: "Come all that loves good company ..." In two parts, separated for mounting; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. B05019 949 (Wing R1656). civilwar no The merry hoastess: or, A pretty new ditty, compos'd by an hoastess that lives in the city: to wrong such an hoastess it were a great pitty, Robins, Thomas 1660 921 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-01 Megan Marion Sampled and proofread 2009-01 Megan Marion Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion The merry Hoastess : OR , A pretty new Ditty , compos'd by an Hoastess that lives in the City : To wrong such and Hoastess it were a great pitty , By reason she caused this pretty new Ditty . To the Tune of , Buff Coat has no Fellow . COme all that loves good company , and hearken to my Ditty ; 'T is of a lovely Hoastess fine , that lives in London City : Which sells good Ale , nappe and stale , and alwayes thus sings she , My Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . Her Ale is lively strong and stout , if you please but to taste ; It is well brew'd you néed not fear , but I pray you make no waste : It is lovely brown , the best in Town , and alwayes thus sings she , My Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . The gayest Lady with her Fan , doth love such nappy Ale ; Both City Maids , and Countrey Girles that carries the milking Pail : Will take a touch , and not think much , to sing so merrily , My Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . Both Lord and Esquire hath a desire unto it night and day ; For a quart or two , be it old or new , and for it they will pay : With Pipe in hand they may her command to sing most merrily , My Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . You 'r welcome all brave Gentlemen , if you please to come in ; To take a cup I do intend , and a health for to begin : To all the merry joval Blades , that will sing for company , My Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . Here 's a Health to all brave English men that loves this cup of Ale ; Let every man fill up his Can , and sée that none do fail , 'T is very good to nourish the blood , and make you sing with me , My Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . The second Part , to the same Tune . THe bonny Scot will lay a plot , to get a handsom tutch Of this my Ale so good and stale ; so will the cunning Dutch : They will take a part with all their heart , to sing this tune with me , My Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . It will make the Irish cry a hone , If they but take their fill ; And put them all quite out of tune , let them use their chiefest skill : So strong and stout it will hold out in any company : For my Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . The Welche-man on Saint Davids Day will cry , Cots Plutter a nail , Hur will hur ferry quite away , from off that nappy Ale : It makes hur foes with hur red Nose , hur seldom can agrée . But my Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . The Spaniard stout will have about , 'cause he hath store of gold ; Till at the last he is laid fast , my Ale doth him so hold : His Ponyard strong is laid along , yet he is good company . For my Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . There 's never a Tradesman in England , that can my Ale deny ; The Weaver , Taylor , and Glover , delights it for to buy : Small money they do take away , if that they drink with me . For my Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . There is Smug the honest Blacksmith , he seldom can pass by ; Because a spark lies in his throat , which makes him very dry : But my old Ale tells him his tale , so finely we agrée . For my Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . The Brewer , Baker , and Butcher , as well as all the rest , Both night and day will watch where they may finde Ale of the best : And the Gentle Craft will come full oft to drink a cup with me . For my Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . So to conclude , good Fellows all , I bid you all adieu ; If that you love a cup of Ale , take rather old then new : For if you come where I do dwell , and chance to drink with me : My Ale was tunn'd when I was young , and a little above my knee . T. R. FINIS . London , Printed for John Andrews , at the White Lion near Pye-Corner .