THE Old CAVALIER.
To an Excellent New TUNE.
Licensed according to Order.
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I.
HE that is a clear
Cavalier,
will not repine;
Though his Treasure grow, so very low,
he cannot get Wine:
Fortune is a Lass,
She will imbrace,
and destroy;
Free-born Loyalty, will ever be,
Sing
Vive le Roy:
Vertue is her own Reward,
and Fortune is a Whore;
There's none but Knaves and Rogues regard
and doth her pow'r implore:
He that is a Trusty
Roger,
and will serve his King;
If that he be a Ragged Souldier,
he will skip and sing:
But they that Fight for love.
Doth in way of Honour move;
While they that make sport of us
'Faith we'll flatter them,
And will scatter them,
When that Loyalty
Waits on Royalty;
They that wait peacably,
May be successfully
Crown'd with Crowns at last.
II.
Firmly let us then
Be Honest Men,
and stick to Fate;
We shall live to see, true Loyalty,
valued at a high rate:
He that bears a Sword,
Or a Word,
against the Throne,
Or prophanely prate, to wrong the State,
hath no Title to his own.
What tho' the painted Plumes and Players
are the prosperous Men;
Yet we'll attend our own Affairs,
when we come to't agen:
Treachety may be fac'd with light,
or Leather lin'd with Fur;
A Cuckold may preferment get,
'tis
Fortune de la Gur.
But what is that to us,
Since we are all Honest Men?
We'll Conquer and come again,
Beat up the Drum again:
Hey! for Cavaliers,
Ho, for Cavaliers,
J
[...]y for Cavaliers,
Pray for Cavaliers:
Dub a dubb, dub a dub,
Have at old Belzebub,
Presbyter
stinks for fear:
Fanaticks they shall down,
And every Rebel Clown,
We'll Rally and to't again,
Give them the Rout again:
When they come again,
Charge them home again,
Fly like Light about,
Face to the Right about,
Tan tara rara Tan,
This is the Life of an
honest Old CAVALIER.
Printed for C. Bates, next the Crown-Tavern in West-Smithfield.