The Loyal London Apprentice: Being his Constant Resolution, to hazard his Life and Fortune for his KING. With his Defiance to Popery and Faction.  

I'll plainly make it to appear,  
That I'm a True Born Cavaleir,  
And here my Colours have Displayed,  
'Gainst all the Factious that Invade.   

I wear this Ribbond in my Hat,  
For all the whigs to wonder at,  
Let none then Tax my Loyalty,  
My King I'll serve until I die.   
To a pleasant Old Tune, called, The Royal Rose.  

To the confusion of Rumpers!  
O the good old c●se.   

I Am a True Born Cavaleir,  
And so my Father was before,  
I scorn your Factious Presbyter,  
And hate the thoughts of Babel's whore.  
Then let us all together Sing,  
And drink a health to Charles our King.   

The Churches Right I will maintain,  
As long as I have Life and Breath,  
Established by Great Charles again,  
That will I follow unto Death.  
Then let us all, etc.   

This Ribbond in my Hat I beware,  
Is for to show my Loyalty,  
'Tis my King's Colours that I bore,  
And him I'll serve until I die.  
Then let us all, etc.   

I'll leave fanatics in the Lurch,  
And Citizens that so Sedition,  
I own the True Established Church,  
And hate the damned screwed Precisian.  
Then let us all, etc.   

My Master he was one of they,  
That use to Repeat long wound Grace,  
And still at Night did go to Pray,  
'Gainst Scarlet Coats with Silver Lace.  
Then let us all, etc.   

To Lawn Sleeves he's a Mortal Foe,  
And hates all those that go to Church,  
He ne'er could bring me to his Bow,  
For I still left him in the Lurch.  
Then let us all together Sing,  
And drink a health to Charles our King.   

He'd have me to their Meeting Rout,  
But when his Book I there did bring,  
I'd Steal away, being Devout,  
To Pray for Charles our Gracious King.  
Then let us all together Sing,  
And drink a health to Charles our King.   

Thus did I use to serve him oft,  
And never cared to stay at home,  
When Codshead was for Codshead bought  
Then I abroad did use to Roam.  
Then let us all, etc.   

And 'mongst a Crew of Loyal Boys,  
Who always hate the Rebel Sect,  
We there did Sing, and make a noise,  
Trying to Drink us out of Debt.  
Then let us all, etc.   

Who ever takes it in disgrace,  
That I this Loyal Favour ware,  
I'll spit my Venom in his Face,  
And for his Anger do not care.  
Then let us all, etc.   

I never yet did hide my Head,  
From any Rascal of 'em all,  
I'll serve my King till I am Dead,  
The longest liver than take all.  
Then let us all, etc.   

So now my Merry Boys appears,  
We'll cause the Bells for joy to Ring,  
And show ourselves true Cavaleirs,  
Nay lose our lives for Charles our King.  
Then let us all together Sing,  
And drink a health to Charles our King.   

For such a Gracious Prince this Land,  
Since it was England never had,  
Than let him live, and long command,  
And on his Foes for ever tread.  
Whilst that we all together Sing,  
And drink a health to Charles our King.   

Hi● lawful Heirs and Successors,  
We will endeavour to Maintain,  
And stand by them in Peace and Wars,  
When he above with Christ does Reign.  
Mean while lets all, etc.   

Though Prentices in Forty One,  
Did their Allegiance quite forget,  
And by Tub-Preachers backed on,  
Three Kingdoms in Confusion set.  
But now will all, etc.   

No Pope nor Prerbyter, shall shake  
Our Loyalty, with all their Art,  
We'll laugh to Shame, those undertake  
To make us from Allegiance start.  
And we will all, etc.   

No Jesuit shall us surprise,  
With all the Craft he can invent,  
Nor Presbyter with turned up Eyes,  
Our Loyalty shall e'er prevent.  
But we will all, etc.   

Although the Factious do Repine  
At this our Loyalty, yet still  
To Rout the Rump we will combine,  
And for great Charles our Blood we'll spill.  
Then let us all together Sing,  
And drink a health to Charles our King.    

LONDON, Printed for Richard Hill, 1681.