Tis money that makes a man: or, The good-fellows folly

Here in this song good-fellow that mayst find, how money makes a man, if thou'rt not blind? Therefore return o're that it be too late, and don't on strumpets spend thy whole estate, for when all is gone, no better thou wilt be: but laught to scorn in all thy poverty. To a pleasant new tune: Bonny black Bess: or, Digby. By J. Wade