THE Old CAVALIER.  
To an Excellent New TUNE.  
Licenced according to Order.  

  

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 embrace,  
and destroy;  
Freeborn Loyalty, will ever be,  
Sing Vive le Roy:   

Virtue is her own Reward,  
and Fortune is a Whore;  
There's none but Knaves and Rogues regard  
and doth her power implore:  
He that is a Trusty Roger,  
and will serve his King;  
If that he be a Ragged Soldier,  
he will skip and sing:   

But they that Fight for love.  
Doth in way of Honour move;  
While they that make sport of us  
I'faith we'll flatter them,  
And will scatter them,  
When that Loyalty  
Waits on Royalty;  
They that wait peacably,  
May be successfully  
Crowned 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 profanely 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 again:  
Treachety may be faced with light,  
or Leather lined 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:  
hay! 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:   

fanatics 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.