Six Excellent New Songs (Edinburgh)/Every Man to His Humour

by Anonymous

Every man to his Humour.

It was the other day I walked in the park
The gentry being drest very fine
They all went away at the noon tide of day
And to different taverns to dine.
The Nobles you know to the King's Head will go,
The gentry to the sign of the Crown,
The merchant you know to the gold fleece will go.
And away to the plough goes the clown.
The clergyman you know to the miter he will go,
The Soldier to the sign of the gun
The butcher you know to the black bull will go,
And the friar to the sign of the nun,
The drover you know to the savage will go,
Which humanity hath marked with scorn,
The huntsman you know to his hounds he will go
And the cuckold to the sign of the horn.
The player you know to the shakespare will go,
The sailor to the anchor and can,
The lawyer you know to the devil he will go
And the maid to to the sign of the man,
The Irish you know on potatoes he will dine
The Welchman on hard toasted cheese,
The Scotsman you know to his crowdy he will go,
And the Englishman to his ducks and pease
The Frenchman to his alamode will go,
And dine at the thirteen cantoon
The philosopher you know in his air baloon will go
For to dine with the man of the moon.
So every man to his humour he will go,
You may search from north to the south,
And he that has not got a penny in his purse
He may dine at the sign at the mouth,