Packingtons Pound Teclado

	  
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