'Gainft the Throne ;

Or doth prophanely prate,

To wrong the State,

Hath but little of his own.

CHORU S.

What tho' Plummers, Painters, and Players,
Be the profperous Men;
Yet we'll attend our own Affairs,

When we come to't agen:
Treachery may be fac'd with Light,
And Lechery lin'd with Furr;
A Cuckold may be made a Knight;
'Tis Fortune de la Guerre :

But what is that to us Boys,
That now are honeft Men?
We'll conquer and come agen.
Beat up the Drum agen,
Hey for Cavaliers,
Joy for Cavaliers,
Pray for Cavaliers;

Dub, a dub, dub,

Have at old Belzebub,

Oliver ftinks for fear.
Fifth-Monarchy must down, Bullies,

And every Sect in Town:

We'll rally, and to't agen;

Give 'em the rout agen,

Charge 'em home agen,

Face to the right about, tantar-ar-ar-a,
This is the Life of an honeft Cavalier. (a

SONG XXXII. In Calypfo.

Cupid, gentle Boy,

Reftore me to the Fair,

To Love's aufpicious Joy,
I'll fly from gloomy Care.

SONG XXXIII. In Love's Triumph. AY, kind, and airy, fweet is a Lover! J Sweet is a Lover, gay, kind, and airy,

But when we marry,

Too foon we vary,

Courting and sporting are all over.

L

SONG

Ife is chequer'd

XXXIV.

Toil and Pleasure

Fill up all the various Measure. See the Crew in Flannel Jerkins, Drinking, toping Flip by Ferkins; And as they raise the Tip

To their happy Lip,

On the Deck is heard no other Sound,
But prithee Jack, prithee Dick,
Prithee Sam, prithee Tom,

Let the Cann go round.

CHORU S.

Then hark to the Boatswain's Whistle, Whistle,
Then hark to the Boatswain's Whistle, Whistle,
Bustle, Buftle:

My Boy, let us ftir, let us toil,
But let's drink all the while,

For Labour's the Price of our Joys,
For Labour, &c.

Life is chequer'd- Toil and Pleasure
Fill up all the various Measure :
Hark the Crew in Sun-burnt Faces
Chanting Black-ey'd Sufan's Graces;
S. And as they raise their Notes
Thro' their rufty Throats

On the Deck, &c. With the Chorus as before.

Life is chequer'd - Toil and Pleasure
Fill up all the various Measure:

Hark the Crew their Cares difcarding,
With Hufslecap, or with Chuck-farthing:
S. Still in merry Pin,

Let 'em lofe or win,

On the Deck, &c. With the Chorus as before.

XXXVI.

SONG

OW brimful of Nothing's the Life of a

How Beau,

They've Nothing to think of, they've Nothing to do;

Nor Nothing to talk of, for Nothing they know. Such, fuch is the Life of a Beau, &c.

For Nothing they rife, but to draw the fresh Air; Spend the Morning in Nothing, but Curling their Hair,

And do Nothing all Day, but fing, faunter, and ftare :

Such, fuch is, &c.

For Nothing, at Night, at the Play-house they

crowd,

To mind Nothing done there, they always are

proud :

But to bow, and to grin, and talk Nothing aloud : Such, fuch is, &c.

For Nothing they run to th' Affembly and Ball, And for Nothing, at Cards, a fair Partner they

call:

For they ftill must be beafted, who've - Nothing at all:

Such, fuch is, &c.

For Nothing, on Sundays, at Church they appear; For they've Nothing to hope, nor they've Nothing to fear :

They can be Nothing no where, who Nothing are here:

Such, fuch is, &c.

SONG XXXVII. Hail Burgundy.

Ail Burgundy, thou Juice divine,

H Infpirer of my Song;

The Praises giv'n to other Wine
To thee alone belong.

Of manly Wit and female Charms,
Thou can'ft the Pow'r improve :
Care of its Sting thy Balm difarms,
And makes us bleft as Jove.

Bright Phoebus on the Parent Vines,
From whence thy Current ftreams,
Smiling amongst the Tendrils fhines,
And lavish darts his Beams.
The pregnant Grapes receive his Fire,
And all his Pow'r retain ;
With the fame Warmth our Brains infpire,
And lead the fprightly Strain.
From thee, fair Chloe's potent Eye

New fparkling Beams receives;
Her Cheeks imbibe a rofy Dye,
New Heat her Bofom heaves.
Summon'd to Love, by thy Alarms,
Oh! with what nervous Heat,
Worthy the Maid we fill her Arms,
How oft that Love repeat ?

The Stoick prone to Thought intense,
Thy Softness can unbend;

A chearful Gayety difpenfe,

And make him tafte a Friend.

His Brow grows clear, he feels Content,
Forgets his penfive Strife,

And well concludes our Span well spent
In honeft, focial Life.

Ev'n Fops

thofe doubtful-gender Things,

So fond of Selves and Drefs,

Quite loft to the Delight that springs
From Senfe thy Pow'r confefs..
Each foolish, puling, maudlin Face,
That dares but deeply drink,
Forgets his Cue, and ftiff Grimace,
Grows free, and feems to think,

SONG XXXVII. Save Women, &c,

Ave Women and Wine, there is nothing

Save in Life

That can bribe honeft Souls to endure it :

L

When the Heart is perplex'd, and furrounded with Care,

Dear Women and Wine only cure it.

Dear Women, &c.

Come on, then, my Boys, we'll have Women and Wine,

And wifely to Purpose employ them:

He's a Fool that refufes fuch Bleffings divine, Whilft Vigour and Health can enjoy them. As Women and Wine, dear Women and Wine, Whilft Vigour, &c.

Our Wine fhall be old, bright and found, my dear Jack,

To heighten our amorous Fires ;

Our Girls young and found, and fhall kifs with a fmack,

And shall gratify all our Defires;

The Bottles we'll crack, and the Girls we will

SONG XXXVIII. I'm Cupid's, &c. "M Cupid's Warriour, my Fair,

Then quickly for the Fight prepare.

Ah! why, Celinda, would you fly,
When I at firft am fure to yield.
If you th' Engagement fhun, I die;
Oh! take me, and I've won the Field.

SONG XXXIX. To Sylvia's, St.

T Sylvia's Charms a Captive made,

fought the wanton Cupid's Aid,

Begging he'd try fome pow'rful Dart,
To foften her relentless Heart.