[...] pleasant Dialogue between the Country-man and Citizen, presented to my Lord Generall and Councell of State, at their last Dinner at Drapers Hall. March the 28. 1660.
The tune is Ile never love thee more.
Tom.
NOw would I give my life to sée
this wondrous man of might.
Dick.
Dost sée that jolly Lad? that's he,
Ile warrant him he's right.
Ther's a true Trojan in his face,
observe him o're and o're.
Dick.
Come Tom if ever George be base
[...] trust good fellow more.
He's none of that Phantasti
[...]e bréed,
that murder while they pray,
That trusse and cheat us for our good,
(all in a Godly way)
He drinks no blood, and they no sack,
into their guts will poure,
But if George doe not do the knack,
ne're trust, &c.
His quiet conscience néeds to guard,
he's brave, but full of pity.
Tom.
Yet by your leave I knockt so hard
h'ad like t'awak'd the
[...]ty▪
Dick.
Fool twas the Rump that let a
fart[?]
the Chains and Gates it tore,
But if George beares not a true heart,
ne're trust &c.
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 steele
ne'r trust
Dick.
Com by this hand we'l crack a
quart[?]
thou'l pledge his health I trow,
Tom.
Tope
boy[?]
Dick—a lusty vith my hear
[...]
away w'
[...]t
Tom— let it goe.
Drench me you slave in a full Bowle,
Ile tak't and twere a'score,
Dick.
Nay if George be'nt a hearty soule
ne'r trust, &c.
Tom.
But heark you sirrah we're to loud,
he'l hang us by and by,
D.
Methinks he should be vengeance proud;
no more then thée or I.
Tom.
Why then Ile give him the best blade
that ere the Bilbo wore,
Dick
If George prove not a bonny Lad,
ne're trust &c.
Tom.
twas wel he came we'd quewl'd y
t tale
—we've all thrown up our Farms,
And from the Musquet to the Flayle,
put all our men in arms.
The Girles had tane the Members down,
ne're saw such things before.
D.
If George speak not the town our owne▪
ne'r trust, &c.
Dick.
But prethée are the folke so mad?
Tom.
so mad sayst the're undone,
There
[...]s not a penny to be had,
and every Mothers Sonne
Must fight if he intent to eat,
[...]
D.
Come—if George don't doe the feat ne'r trust &c.
Tom.
Why
Richard 'tis a divelish thing
we're not left worth a groat,
My
Doll has sold her wedding Ring
and
Su has pawn
[...]d her Coat.
The sniv—ling rogu
[...] abus'd our Squire,
and cal'd our Mistresse Whore,
D.
Yet if George don't what wee desire, ne'r trust &c.
Tom.
By this good day, I did but speak,
they tooke my Py-bal'd Mare,
And put the Carrion wench to, th squeak,
(things goe against the Hairs)
Our prick-eard Cor'nell looks as big
still, as he did before.
Ric.
And yet if George don't hum his Gig,
ne'r trust, &c.
Faith
Tom our case is much at one,
we're broke for want of Trade,
Our Cityes baffled and undone,
betwixt the Rump and Blade,
We've emptied both our veins and bags,
upon a Factious score,
If George compassion not our Rags
ne'r trust, &c,
Tom.
But what dost think should be y
e cause
whence all these mischiefs spring,
Ric.
Our damned breach of Oaths & Laws,
our murder of the King.
Wée have
bin[?] slave since
Charls his reign,
we liv'd like Lords before
If George don't set all right again,
ne'r trust, &c.
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
[...]
nere trust &c.
Shal
[...]s ask him what he means to doe?
Tom.
—Good faith with all my heart,
[...]ou makst the better Leg o'th' two
take thou the better part.
[...] follow if thoult lead the Van,
Ric.
Content—Ile march before.
If George prove nor a valiant man
nere trust &c.
My Lord—in us the Nation cra
[...]es
but what your bound to d
[...],
Tom.
we have livd drudges, R.—we [...]av [...]
Ric.
wee would not die so too.
[...]estore us but our Laws agen,
th' unborn shall thée adore,
[...] George denies us his amen,
ne're trust Good Fellow more.