From Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, Harding B 11(1767):

THE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN
London:--H. P. Such, Machine Printer & Publisher
177, Union-street, Borough, S.E.
[between 1863 and 1885]

I'll sing you a good old song made by a good old pate,
Of a fine old English gentleman who had an old estate,
And who kept up his old mansion at a bountiful old rate,
With a good old porter to relieve the old poor at his gate,
Like a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden time.

His hall so old was hung about with pikes, and guns, and bows,
And swords, and good old bucklers that had stood against old foes,
And 'twas there His Worship sat in state in doublet and trunk hose,
And quaffed a cup of good old sack to comfort his old nose,
Like a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden time.

When winter old brought frost and cold, he opened house to all,
And though three-score-and-ten his years, he featly (?) led the ball,
Nor was the houseless wanderer e'er driven from his hall,
For while he feasted all the great, he ne'er forgot the small,
Like a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden time.

But time though sweet is strong in flight, and years roll swiftly by,
And autumn's falling leaf proclaimed the old man he must die;
He laid him down right tranquilly—gave up his latest sigh,
And mournful friends stood round his couch and tears bedimm'd each eye,
For the fine old English gentleman, one of the olden time.

Now surely this is better far than all the vain parade
Of theatre and fancy ball, 'at home' and masquerade,
And much more economical when all your bills are paid,
Then leave your new vagaries off, and take up the old trade,
Of a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden time.