Classic Poem

Come : my dainty doxeys, my dills, my deares!
we haue neither house nor land,
yet neuer want good cheere;
wee take no care far candle, rents;
wee sleepe, we snort, we snore, in tents.

Then rouse betime, & steale our dinners;
our store is neuer taken w i thout pigg or bacon,
& thats good meate ffor sinners.

Att wakes & ffaires we cozen
poore cuntry folkes by the dozen;
if one haue money, he disbursses,
while some tell fortune, some picke pursses

rather then liue out of vse,
steale hose or garters, bootes or shooes,
boots, guilded spurres w i th ingling rowells,
shirts or smockes, napkins or towells.

come liue w i th vs, come liue w i th vs,
all you tha t loue yo u r eases!
he tha ts a Gipsey, may be drunke & tipsey
att what houre he pleases!

wee laugh, wee quaffe, wee rore, we shuffle,
wee filch, wee steale, wee drab, wee sckuffle!