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And with young women I too oft,
needlessly spent my money,
Until my cash began to fail,
they dearly lov’d my comp’ny.
When I was young I was belov’d,
by ev’ry nymph of pleasure,
But now both old and poor I’m grown,
they slight me out of measure.
But if my time I could recal,
and get again my money,
There’s not one maid among them all,
that I would call my honey.
But alas my money’s all spent,
and I with rags am clothed,
My former life makes me lament,
by some people I’m lothed.
To work I cannot now apply,
though for’t I could get payment,
I must depend on charity,
for both my food and raiment.
O young men all, take my advice,
beware of drink and women ;
Take care how time and money you spend,
each minute and each farthing.
If poverty gets hold of you,
few will call you their darling,
So here my verses I will end,
in hopes you will take warning.
FINIS.
