The honest Tradesman's Honour Vindicated.  
OR, 
The Bragadocia quelled,  
As in this Ditty out is held,   
OR, 
A merry Dialogue between a Swash Blade  
And an Artist of London to vindicate trade:   
With merry gibes, jeers and frumps,  
To drive melancholy men out of their dumps,  
Penned to make them merry when  
Melancholy doth possess the brain.  
The tune is, General Monk was a Noble man, etc.  

 
 Gentleman. 
I Am a gallant Blade indeed,  
and gay Apparel wear,  
A fig for Trade and a crown for a Maid,  
and a fart for sorrow and care:  
I am a jovial Gentleman  
I love Sport and Recreation,  
Though I have neither House nor Land,  
I keep myself in good fashion,  Tradesman. 
Some gentlemen's care is a Lass in his lap  
whilst he at a Tradesman is flouting,  
Dol with a dishclout hath painted her face,  
and scorns with her hands to be working:  
She thought to be called high in name,  
no less than a Lady I wish.  
She decked herself in silk and in satin,  
yet she's but an ugly Puss.  Gentleman. 
Alas good Sir when did you come  
from the City's labouring trade,  
Look back again now towards home,  
and see what for you is made,  
Your wife for you has made a Crown,  
a gallant fair pair of Horns,  
Whilst you are here in our Country  
with one that your Calling scorns.  Tradesman. 
It comes into my memory  
sir now you talk of scorning,  
Do you remember the Oyster Wench  
you met with one Monday morning,  
When she was in her silver laceed Gown  
oh then you began to woe her,  
But when she cried Oysters in the town  
you scorned as much to know her.  Gentleman. 
We Gentlemen live merry lives,  
you but Mecannicks are sir,  
Therefore to us you must make known  
when ever we do come sir;  
You Tradesmen unto it are tied,  
you must work hard for money,  
Whilst merrily abroad we ride,  
to hunt the Fox and Coney.  Tradesman. 
Now that you talk of hunting sir,  
one thing comes in my mind,  
You nothing have to do but hunt  
therefore it comes by kind,  
A hind I do remember well  
you lately had in chase,  
Her belly high gins to swell,  
and you absent the place.   

The second Part,  
to the same Tune.  Gentleman. 
YOu Tradesman at your work do moil,  
whilst we to mirth incline sir:  
But we do scorn so much to toil,  
except it be at the wine Sir:  
You tradesmen have great rents to pay  
for that we take no care,  
We rant and roar it night and day  
we spend and never spare.  Tradesman. 
Now that you talk of Rents good sir.  
of Music and of wine.  
To pay your debts do not defer,  
to your Landlady so fine,  
Her Daughter Dol is in great fear,  
she shall not see your face,  
You have left her to shed many a Tear  
and reap your swoon disgrace.  Gentleman. 
If into the Country we but ride,  
out ten miles from the City,  
No sooner have they our face spied,  
but this will be their Ditty,  
Your worship's welcome to the town,  
pray sir what will you have?  
Thus are we known of every Clown,  
and of each Fool and Knave  Trades-man 
Sir now you talk of Fools and Knaves,  
of Country men and Clowns,  
And of true dealing honest men,  
that dwell in country Towns,  
Were't not for them full well I know,  
long we could not live hear,  
They toil to Blow, to Reap and Sow,  
to feeds with Bread, Béef, and Beer.  Gentleman. 
Sir this I grant for to be true,  
that we by them are fed;  
No company I'll keep with you  
for I am better bread:  
Seest thou my Rapier by my side,  
A broad Hat and long curled Hair,  
My Breeches at the knees so wide  
that they would make four pair.  Tradesman. 
Sir, if for your Rapier you had paid,  
your Cutler would not frown,  
Nor your Bever-maker have been afraid  
of your riding out of Town.  
Your Tailor he lamenteth still.  
for a truth I heard it said  
Oft viewing of his long Bill,  
which you have left unpaid.  Gentleman. 
Sir, for this present I will rest.  
and will no more contend,  
I do protest that man is blest  
that is the Tradesman's friend,  
You work and sing all care away,  
and drink Ale, Beer, and Wine,  
Whilst Getlemen do now and then  
with great Duke Hmmphrey Dine.  Tradesman. 
Good God preserve our Royal King  
the Yrogeny defend,  
With the rest of the Royal Offspring  
from those that would contend:  
And God so bless the Parliament  
that they good Laws may make,  
Our future dangers to prevent,  
and thus my leave I take.   
Finis,