Packingtons Pound Cifras

Packington's Pound
Old English 6/8 in Am
 
[Intro]
Part A
Am E | Am G | C G | Am - E Am
Am E | Am G | C G | Am - E Am
 
Part B
Em Em | Em Em | Em Em | A Em
 
Part C
C G | Am E | C G | Am - E Am
C G | Am E | C G | Am - E Am
 
 
[Verse 1]
    Am            E                Am           G
My masters, and friends, and good people, draw near,
     C            G          Am    E  Am
And look to your purses for that I do say;
     Am            E       Am          G
And though little mony in them you do bear,
     C            G           Am     E  Am
It costs more to get than to lose in a day;
    Em
You oft have been told, both the young and the old,
 
And bidden beware of the Cut-purse so bold;
      C       G                  Am           E
Then, if you take heed not, free me from the curse,
     C             G           Am      E   Am
Who both give you warning for and the cut-purse.
        C               G           Am             E
Youth, youth you hadst better been starv'd by thy nurse,
      C          G          Am     E   Am
Than live to be hang'd for cutting as purse.
 
 
[Bridge]
Part A
Am E | Am G | C G | Am - E Am
Am E | Am G | C G | Am - E Am
 
Part B
Em Em | Em Em | Em Em | A Em
 
Part C
C G | Am E | C G | Am - E Am
C G | Am E | C G | Am - E Am
 
 
[Verse 2]
    Am           E        Am          G
It hath been upbraided to men of my trade,
      C            G        Am       E    Am
That oftentimes we are the cause of this crime.
  Am           E      Am               G
Alack and for pitty! why should it be said,
   C         G          Am    E   Am
As if they regarded or places or time?
  Em
Examples have been of those that were seen
 
In Westminster-hall, yea, the pleaders between;
      C              G          Am            E
Then why should the judges be free from this curse
 C            G                 Am     E  Am
More than my poor self is, for cutting a purse?
      C              G          Am            E
Then why should the judges be free from this curse
 C            G                 Am     E  Am
More than my poor self is, for cutting a purse?
 
 
[Verse 3]
    Am            E             Am            G
At Worster, 'tis known well that even in the jale,
   C              G           Am         E   Am
A knight of good worship did there shew his face.
  Am              E          Am           G
Against the foul sinners in zeale for to raile,
    C              G          Am       E   Am
And so lost, ipso facto, his purse in the place:
     Em
Nay, once from the seat of judgement so great,
 
A judge there did lose a fair pouch of velvet.
     C             G        Am         E
Oh Lord! for thy mercy how wicked, or worse,
     C             G             Am       E  Am
Are those that so venture their necks for a purse!
     C             G        Am         E
Oh Lord! for thy mercy how wicked, or worse,
     C             G             Am       E  Am
Are those that so venture their necks for a purse!
 
 
[Verse 4]
    Am            E          Am        G
At playes and at sermons and at the Sessions,
      C           G             Am   E  Am
'Tis daily their practice such booty to make;
     Am        E          Am     G
Yea under the gallows, at executions,
       C            G            Am     E  Am
They stick not the stare-abouts' purses to take;
     Em
Nay, one without grace, at a better place,
 
At Court, and in Christmas, before the Kings face.
  C             G          Am          E
Alack then for pitty! must I bear the curse,
      C      G            Am      E   Am
That only belongs to the cunning Cut-purse?
        C               G           Am             E
Youth, youth you hadst better been starv'd by thy nurse,
      C          G          Am     E   Am
Than live to be hang'd for cutting as purse.
 
 
[Verse 5]
    Am            E        Am         G
But oh, you vile nation of Cut-purses all!
   C          G         Am        E   Am
Relent and repent, and amend, and be sound,
     Am            E            Am           G
And know that you ought not by honest men's fall
   C              G          Am    E     Am
Advance your own fortunes to dye above ground:
     Em
And though you go gay in silks, as you may,
 
It is not the highway to heaven, as they say.
   C            G             Am         E
Repent then, repent you, for better for worse,
     C            G           Am     E  Am
And kiss not the gallows for cutting a purse.
        C               G           Am             E
Youth, youth you hadst better been starv'd by thy nurse,
      C          G          Am     E   Am
Than live to be hang'd for cutting as purse.
 
 
[Verse 6]
     Am          E           Am          G
The players doe tell you in Bartholemew Faire
      C         G             Am     E   Am
What secret consumptions and rascels you are;
    Am           E           Am             G
For one of their actors, it seems, had the fate,
    C           G           Am     E   Am
By some of you trade to be fleeced of late:
     Em
Then fall to your prayers, you that are way-layers!
 
They're fit to chouse all the world that can cheat players;
    C           G           Am       E
For he hath the art, and no man the worse,
       C           G          Am   E     Am
Whose cunning can pilfer the pilferer's purse.
    C           G           Am       E
For he hath the art, and no man the worse,
       C           G          Am   E     Am
Whose cunning can pilfer the pilferer's purse.
 
 
[Verse 7]
     Am           E              Am         G
The plain countryman that comes staring to London,
   C              G           Am        E  Am
If once you come near him he quickly is undone;
    Am        E      Am       G
For when he amazedly gazeth about,
      C            G            Am     E     Am
One treads on his toes, and the other puls't out;
     Em
Then in a strange place, where he knows no face,
 
His mony is gone, 'tis a pittifull case.
     C        G           Am           E
The divel of hell in his trade is not worse
      C          G           Am    E   Am
Than gilter, and diver, and cutter of purse.
     C        G           Am           E
The divel of hell in his trade is not worse
      C          G           Am    E   Am
Than gilter, and diver, and cutter of purse.
 
 
[Verse 8]
     Am           E             Am            G
The poor servant maid wears her purse in her placket,
   C              G           Am       E   Am
A place of quick feeling, and yet you can take it;
    Am       E            Am             G
Nor is she aware that you have done the feat,
   C           G        Am      E   Am
Untill she is going to pay for her meat;
     Em
Then she cryes and she rages amongst her baggages,
 
And swears at one thrust she hath lost all her wages;
     C        G        Am         E
For she is ingaged her own to disburse,
     C             G            Am    E   Am
To make good the breach of the cruel Cut-purse.
     C        G        Am         E
For she is ingaged her own to disburse,
     C             G            Am    E   Am
To make good the breach of the cruel Cut-purse.
 
 
[Verse 9]
     Am             E          Am          G
Your eyes and your fingers are nimble of growth,
     C        G               Am       E   Am
But Dun many times hath been nimbler than both;
    Am         E        Am       G
Yet you are deceived by many a slut,
         C         G        Am   E     Am
But the hangman is only the Cut-purses cut.
   Em
It makes you to vex when he bridles your necks,
 
And then at the last what becomes of your tricks?
      C              G           Am         E
But when you should pray, you begin for to curse
     C                G           Am   E   Am
The hand that first shewd you to slash at purse.
      C              G           Am         E
But when you should pray, you begin for to curse
     C                G           Am   E   Am
The hand that first shewd you to slash at purse.
 
 
[Verse 10]
    Am         E            Am        G
But now to my hearers this counsel I give,
     C                G            Am      E  Am
And pray, friends, remember it as long as you live,
      Am           E             Am         G
Bring out no more cash in purse, pocket or wallet,
      C          G       Am       E   Am
Than one single penny to pay for the ballet;
     Em
For Cut-purse doth shrowd himself in a cloud,
 
There's many a purse hath been lost in a crowd;
     C             G               Am            E
For he's the most rouge that doth crowd up, and curses,
     C                G         Am       E    Am
Who first cryes, "My masters, beware of your purses!"
        C               G           Am             E
Youth, youth you hadst better been starv'd by thy nurse,
      C          G          Am     E   Am
Than live to be hang'd for cutting at purse.
 
 
[Outro]
Part A
Am E | Am G | C G | Am - E Am
Am E | Am G | C G | Am - E Am
 
Part B
Em Em | Em Em | Em Em | A Em
 
Part C
C G | Am E | C G | Am - E Am
C G | Am E | C G | Am - E Am
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