Why fhould I truft my foul with one
That preaches, fwears, and prays;
And the next moment contradicts
Himself in all he fays..

His folemn oaths he looks upon
As only words of course;

Which like their wives our fathers took
For better or for worse.

But he takes oaths, as fome take whores,
Only to ferve his ease ;

And rogues and whores it is well known
May part whene'er they please.

At this the cobbler bolder grew,
And ftoutly thus reply'd;
If you're fo good at drubbing, Sir,
Your manhood shall be try'd.

What have I faid, I will maintain,
And further prove withal,
I daily do more good than you
In my respective call.

I know your character, quoth he,
You proud infulting vicar,
Who only huff and domineer,
And quarrel in your liquor.

Th' honeft gentleman who faw
"Twould come again to blows,
Commands the cobbler to forbear,
And to the vicar goes.

Vicar, fays he, for fhame give o'er,
And mitigate your rage;

You fcandalize your cloth too much
A cobbler to engage.

All peoples eyes are on your tribe,

And ev'ry little ill

They multiply and aggravate,
And will, because they will.

But now let's call another cause,
So let this health go round;
Be peace and plenty, truth and right
In good old England found.

Quoth Ralph, all this is empty talk,
And only tends to laughter;
If these two varlets should be spar'd,
Who'd pity us hereafter ?

Your worship may do what you please,
But I'll have fatisfaction
For drubbing, and for damages,
In this ungodly action.

I think that you can do no less
Than fend them to the ftocks;

And I'll affift the constable

In fixing in their hocks.

There let 'em fit and fight it out,
Or fcold till they are friends :
Or what is better much than both,
'Till I am made amends.

Ralph, quoth the knight, that's well advis'd, Let them both thither go,

And you and the sub-magiftrate

Take care that it be fo.

Let them be lock'd in face to face,

Bare buttocks on the ground; And let them in that posture fit "Till they with us compound.

Thus

Thus fix't, we'll leave them for a time
Whilft we with grief relate

How at a wake this knight and fquire,
Got each a broken pate.

Valued at a higher rate.

He that bears a fword, or a word

Against the throne,

And does prophanely prate,

To abuse the state,

Hath no kindness for his own.
What tho' painted plumes, and players
Are the profp'rous men,
Yet we'll attend our own affairs

Till they come to 't agen;
Treachery may be fac'd with light,

And letchery lin'd with furr,

A cuckold may be made a knight,
Sing fortune de la
guerre,

But

But what's that to us, brave boys,
That are right honeft men ?
We'll conquer and come again,
Beat up the drum again;
Hey for cavaliers,

Ho for cavaliers,
Drink for cavaliers,
Fight for cavaliers,

Dub a dub, dub a dub,
Have at old belzebub,

Oliver ftinks for fear.

Fifth-monarchy-men muft down boys,
With bullies of ev'ry sex and town boys ;

We'll rally and to 't again,
Give 'em the rout again,
Fly like light about,

Face to the right about,
Charge them home again,
When they come on again;

Sing tantara rara boys,

Tantrara rara boys;

This is the life of an old CAVALIER.