The meter and syntax of this one leave much to be desired, but the internal rhyme is interesting;

From Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, Harding B 12(159), Nottingham, "between 1797 and 1807", with spelling and punctuation modernized by me.

THE TRADESMAN'S LAMENTATION FOR THE LOSS OF TRADE
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Now the times altered among us many ways
To what they were, good people, in our forefathers' days,
When there was a thriving trade, but now it is decayed.
In town and city, love and pity do like flowers fade.
Pride and ambition to much height is grown.
The rich have many friends, but the poor few or none.
Consider this, I pray: Live thrifty while you may.
Trust not to any. Save a penny for a rainy day.

The poor aye are full of poverty; the fops are full of pride.
The town is full of harlots who do in coaches ride
To taverns, balls and plays; how we can see good days
While wanton harlots, knaves and varlets by unlawful ways
Feed on the very fat of the land,
Having very gay apparel and all things at command,
While honest people, they who labour day by day,
Are overpowered and devoured by the wolf of prey.

Some do clothe their harlots in silks and satins fine,
Feed them with costly diet and wash it down with wine,
While wife and children dear doth feed with grief and care,
Their stomachs craving, yet not having food or clothes to wear.
[Such as those doth ruin families,
Not only wives and children, but dealers too likewise.]*
Alas! it is in vain to boast of thy birth and state,
How rich are thy parents, how rich they are and great,
For if thyself be poor, and need knock at their door,
Though father, mother, sister, brother, may have riches more.

[Thou thyself in vain of their charity do boast
Then happy is the man that has something of his own.
In the heat of summer, think on the winters cold,
And in thy youth remember that thou may live to be old.
In which such things provided that thou must be satisfied
Who begs and borrows, his hedge with sorrows is hedged on every side.
We must not too much on charity depend,
For in old age and sorrow, it is hard to find a friend.]*

Now to conclude, this kind word of advice:
Keep from wanton harlots, drinking, cards and dice,
From unlawful ways; then we may see good days.
Both now and ever, all endeavour, whilst in health you [are**]
For to lay up which doth some comfort breed;
For friends will fail you most when most you friends need.
Consider this, I pray: Live thrifty while you may.
Trust not to any. Save a penny for a rainy day.

[*If you want to try to sing this song, I recommend omitting these lines since they don't match the overall meter or rhyme scheme. I can't explain their inclusion in the original broadside.

[** The rhyme scheme seems to demand a word here that rhymes with "ways" and "days" but I can't think of a good one, and the original here is barely legible—to me at least. Can anyone do better?]