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