The Loyal London Prentice:
Being his Constant Resolution, to hazard his
Life and Fortune for his KING.
With his Defiance to Popery and Faction.
I'le plainly make it to appear,
That I'm a True Born Cavaleir,
And here my Colours have Display'd,
'Gainst all the Factious that Invade.
I wear this Ribbond in my Hatt,
For all the Whiggs to wonder at,
Let none then Tax my Loyalty,
My King I'le serve until I dye.
To a pleasant Old Tune, called, The Royal Rose.
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I Am a True Born Cavaleir,
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And so my Father was before,
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I scorn your Factious Presbyter,
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And hate the thoughts of Babels whore.
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Then let us all together Sing,
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And drink a health to Charles our King.
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The Churches Right I will maintain,
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As long as I have Life and Breath,
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Establish'd by Great Charles again,
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That will I follow unto Death.
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Then let us all, etc.
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This Ribbond in my Hat I ware,
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Is for to shew my Loyalty,
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'Tis my Kings Colours that I bare,
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And him I'le serve until I dye.
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Then let us all, etc.
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I'le leave Fanaticks in the Lurch,
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And Citizens that soe Sedition,
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I own the True Establish'd Church,
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And hate the damn'd screw'd Precisian.
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Then let us all, etc.
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My Master he was one of they,
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That use to Repeat long winded Grace,
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And still at Night did go to Pray,
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'Gainst Scarlet Coats with Silver Lace.
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Then let us all, etc.
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To Lawn Sleeves he's a Mortal Foe,
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And hates all those that go to Church,
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He ne're could bring me to his Bowe,
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For I still left him in the Lurch.
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Then let us all together Sing,
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And drink a health to Charles our King.
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He'd have me to their Meeting Rout,
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But when his Book I there did bring,
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I'de Steal away, being Devout,
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To Pray for Charles our Gracious King.
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Then let us all together Sing,
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And drink a health to Charles our King.
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Thus did I use to serve him oft,
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And never car'd to stay at home,
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When Codshead was for Codshead bought
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Then I abroad did use to Roam.
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Then let us all, etc.
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And 'mongst a Crew of Loyal Boys,
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Who always hate the Rebel Sect,
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We there did Sing, and make a noise,
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Trying to Drink us out of Debt.
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Then let us all, etc.
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Whoever takes it in disgrace,
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That I this Loyal Favour ware,
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I'le spit my Venome in his Face,
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And for his Anger do not care.
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Then let us all, etc.
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I never yet did hide my Head,
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From any Rascal of 'em all,
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I'le serve my King till I am Dead,
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The longest liver then take all.
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Then let us all, etc.
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So now my Merry Boyes appears,
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We'l cause the Bells for joy to Ring,
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And shew our selves true Cavaleirs,
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Nay loose our lives for Charles our King.
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Then let us all together Sing,
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And drink a health to Charles our King.
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For such a Gracious Prince this Land,
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Since it was England never had,
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Then let him live, and long command,
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And on his Foes for ever tread.
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Whilst that we all together Sing,
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And drink a health to Charles our King.
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His lawful Heirs and Successors,
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We will endeavour to Maintain,
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And stand by them in Peace and Wars,
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When he above with Christ does Reign.
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Meanwhile lets all, etc.
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Though Prentices in Forty One,
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Did their Allegiance quite forget,
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And by Tub-Preachers backed on,
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Three Kingdoms in Confusion set.
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But now will all, etc.
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No Pope nor Prerbyter, shall shake
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Our Loyalty, with all their Art,
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We'l laugh to Shame, those undertake
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To make us from Allegiance start.
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And we will all, etc.
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No Jesuit shall us surprize,
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With all the Craft he can invene,
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Nor Presbyter with turn'd up Eyes,
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Our Loyalty shall e're prevent.
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But we will all, etc.
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Although the Factious do Repine
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At this our Loyalty, yet still
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To Rout the Rump we will combine.
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And for great Charles our Blood we'l spill.
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Then let us all together Sing,
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And drink a health to Charles our King.
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