The Cavalier |
Cavalier Ballad; Samuel Butler
He that is a clear Cavalier Will not repine, Although His pocket grow So very low He cannot get wine. Fortune is a lass Will embrace, But soon destroy; Born free, In liberty We'll always be, Singing VIVE LE ROY!
2. Virtue is its own reward, | 3. Tho' a real honest man May be quite undone, He'll show his allegiance, Love, and obedience; Those will raise him up, Honour stays him up, Virtue keeps him up, And we praise him up. Whilst the vain courtiers dine, With their bottles full of wine, Honour will make him fast. Freely then Let's be honest men And kick at fate, For we may live to see Our loyalty Valued at a higher rate. He that bears a sword Or a word against the throne, And does profanely prate To abuse the state, Hath no kindness for his own.
4. What tho' painted plumes and prayers |
5. Ffifth Monarchy-Men must down, boys, With bulleys of every sect in 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, Tantara-rara, boys, This is the life of an Old Cavalier. |