● pleasant Dialogue between the Countryman and Citizen, presented to my Lord General and Council of State, at their last Dinner at Drapers Hall. March the 28. 1660.  
The tune is I'll never love thee more.  
 Tom. 
NOw would I give my life to see  
this wondrous man of might.  Dick. 
Dost see that jolly Lad? that's he,  
I'll warrant him he's right.  
there's a true Trojan in his face,  
observe him o'er and o'er.  Dick. 
Come Tom if ever George be base  
〈…〉 trust good fellow more.  
He's none of that Phantasti●●●…e breed,  
that murder while they pray,  
That truss and cheat us for our good,  
(all in a Godly way)  
He drinks no blood, and they no sack,  
into their guts will pour,  
But if George do not do the knack,  
ne'er trust, etc.  
His quiet conscience needs to guard,  
he's brave, but full of pity.  Tom. 
Yet by your leave I knocked so hard  
he'd like t'awaked the ●●ty▪  Dick. 
Fool 'twas the Rump that let a fart  
the Chains and Gates it tore,  
But if George bears not a true heart,  
ne'er trust etc.  Tom. 
Your City blades are cunning Rooks,  
how rarely you collogue him,  
But when your Gates flew off the Hooks,  
you did as much be-rogue him,  Dick. 
Pugh— 'twas the Rump did only 〈◊〉  
the blows the City bore,  
But if George be'nt as true as steel  
ne'er trust  Dick. 
Come by this hand we'll crack a quart  
thou'lt pledge his health I trow,  Tom. 
Tope boy Dick— a lusty with my hear●  
away wilt Tom— let it go.  
Drench me you slave in a full Bowl,  
I'll take't and 'ttwere a'score,  Dick. 
Nay if George be'nt a hearty soul  
ne'er trust, etc.  Tom. 
But hark you sirrah we're to loud,  
he'll hang us by and by,  D. 
Methinks he should be vengeance proud;  
no more than thee or I  Tom. 
Why then I'll give him the best blade  
that ere the Bilbo wore,  Dick 
If George prove not a bonny Lad,  
ne'er trust etc.  Tom. 
'twas well he came we'd quewled that tale  
— 've all thrown up our Farms,  
And from the Musket to the Flail,  
put all our men in arms.  
The Girls had ta'en the Members down,  
ne'er saw such things before.  D. 
If George speak not the town our own▪  
ne'er trust, etc.  Dick. 
But prithee are the folk so mad?  Tom. 
so mad sayest they're undone,  
There●s not a penny to be had,  
and every Mother's Son  
Must fight if he intent to eat,  
 D. 
Come— if George don't do the feat ne'er trust etc.  Tom. 
Why Richard 'tis a devilish thing  
we're not left worth a groat,  
My Doll has sold her wedding Ring  
and Su has pawned her Coat.  
The sniv— ling rogu● abused our Squire,  
and called our Mistress Whore,  D. 
Yet if George done't what we desire, ne'er trust etc.  Tom. 
By this good day, I did but speak,  
they took my Pybaled Mare,  
And put the Carrion wench to, th' squeak,  
(things go against the Hairs)  
Our prick-eared Cor'nell looks as big  
still, as he did before.  Ric. 
And yet if George don't hum his Gig,  
ne'er trust, etc.  
Faith Tom our case is much at one,  
we're broke for want of Trade,  
Our Cities baffled and undone,  
betwixt the Rump and Blade,  
've emptied both our veins and bags,  
upon a Factious score,  
If George compassion not our Rags  
ne'er trust, &c,  Tom. 
But what dost think should be the cause  
whence all these mischiefs spring,  Ric. 
Our damned breach of Oaths & Laws,  
our murder of the King.  
We have been slave since Charles his reign,  
we lived like Lords before  
If George don't set all right again,  
ne'er trust, etc.  Tom. 
our Vicar— (and he's one that knows  
told me once— I know what,  
And yet the Chief is woundy close,  Ric. 
'tis all the better,— That.  
His too much honesty and wit  
to let his tongue run 〈…〉  
If ●his prove not a lucky hi●  
ne'er trust etc.  
Shal●s ask him what he means to do?  Tom. 
— Good faith with all my heart,  
●…ou mak'st the better Leg o'th' two  
take thou the better part.  
〈◊〉 follow if thou'lt lead the Van,  Ric. 
Content— I'll march before.  
If George prove nor a valiant man  
ne'er trust etc.  
My Lord— in us the Nation cra●es  
but what your bound to d●●,  Tom. 
we have lived drudges, R.— we ●…av●  Ric. 
we would not die so too.  
restore us but our Laws again,  
th' unborn shall thee adore,  
〈◊〉 George denies us his amen,  
ne'er trust Good Fellow more.