Packingtons Pound chords by Traditional

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