I ranted night and day, and I let my Money flye, While my wife was almost dead with grief to hear her Children cry: For they were almost starv'd and pin'd they wanted food so sore. _Bad Company &c_ At two a Clock i' th' morn I would come Drunken home, And if my wife spoke but a word, I'de kick her about the Room; And domineer and swear, and call her ---- and ----. _Bad Company &c_ Then I fell sick upon the same, and lay three months and more, But never an Alewife in the Town, would come within my door: But my poor wife was my best friend, and stuck to me therefore. _Bad Company &c_ My wife she sold her Petticoat, and pawn'd her Wedding Ring, To relieve me in my misery, in any kind of thing: O was not I a woful man, to waste and spend my store, _And let my wife & children want at home but I'le do so no more._ When I began to mend a little, I walke to take the air, And as I went along the Town, I came by my Hostises door: I askt her for to trust me two-pence, she denyed me the more, _The Money that I have spent with her, but I'le do so no more._ As soon as I get strength agen i'le fall to work apace, To maintain my wife and children, for my Hostises are base: I see who is a mans best friend, if he be sick or poor. _Bad Company &c_ And when I do get money agen, I'le learn for to be wise, And not believe that Drunken Crew, that filled my ears with lyes: And carry it home unto my wife and of my Children take more care. _Bad Company &c_ He runs a very long Race that never turns again; And brings himself unto disgrace, and has poverty for his pain; But now I will be careful sure, and forgo the Ale-house door. _Bad Company &c_ Now to conclude and make an end what I have put in Rhime, That all Good-fellows they may se to mend their lives in time: And learn for to be Thrifty, to save something by in store. _Bad Company &c._ Printed for I. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt Spur street, without Newgate.