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A70655	The loyal garland containing choice songs and sonnets of our late unhappy revolutions, very delightful and profitable, both to this present, and future ages / published by S.N. a lover of mirth.	S. M.; S. N., lover of mirth.	1673 (1673)	Wing M79B; ESTC R20011	44,178	129

Diurnals and News And lard their discourse With a Comment that 's worse That which pleaseth me best Is a Song or a Iest And my obedience I 'le shew by my drinking He that drinks wel does sleep wel he that sleeps well doth think well He that drinks well does do well he that does well must drink well A Dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick the former a Country man the other a Citizen Presented to the Lord General Monck at Drapers Hall London March 28. 1660. To the tune of I 'le 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 I 'le warrant him he 's right There 's a true Trojan in his face Observe him o're and o're Come Tom If ever George be base Ne're trust good fellow more He 's none of the Phantastick brood that murther while they pray That truss and theat us for cur good all in a godly way He drinks no Blood and they no Sack into their guts will your But if George does not the knack Ne're trust good fellow more His quiet Conscience néeds no guard He 's brave but full of pity Tom. Yet by your leave he knockt so hard H 'ad like t'awak'd the City Dick. Fool 't was the Rump that let a Fart The Chains and Gates it tore But if George bears not a true heart Ne're trust good fellow more Tom. You City blades are cunning Rooks how carely you collegue him But when your Gates flew off the hooks you did as much be rogue him Dick. Pugh 't was the Rump did onely séel the blows the City bore But if George ben't true as Steel Ne're trust good fellow more Dick. Come by this hand we I crack a quart thou It pledge his Health I trow Tom. Tope boy Dick A lusty dish my heart away w'ot Tom Let it go Drench me you slave in a ful bowl I le take 't an 't were a score Dick Nay if George ben't a hearty So●il Ne're trust good fellow more Tom. But hark you sirrah we 're too loud he'● hang us by and by Methinks he should be vengeance proud Dick. No more than thée or I. Tom. Why then I le give him the best Blade That ● re the Bilbo wore Dick. If George prove not the bonny Lad Ne're trust good fellow more Tom. 't Was well he came we 'd mawld the tail We 've all thrown up our Farms And from the Musket to the Flail put all our men in Arms. The Girls had ta'ne the Members down Ne're saw such things before Dick If George speak not the town our own Ne're trust good fellow more Dick. But prithée are the folk so mad Tom. So mad say'st They 'r undone There 's not a penny to be had and ev'ry Mothers son ●ust fight if he intend to eat grow valiant now he is poor Dick. Come yet if George don't do the feat Nere trust good fellow more Tom. Why Richard 't is a devilish thing we 're not left worth a groat My Dell has sold her wedding-ring and Sue has pawnd her coat The snivelling Rogues abus'd our Squire and call my Mistriss whore Dick. Yet if George don't do what we require Nere trust good fellow more Tom. By this good day I did but speak they took my py-ball'd Mare And put the carrion wench to 'th squeak things go against the hair Our prick-rar'd Cornel looks as big still as he did before Dick. And yet if George don't hum his Gigg Nere trust good fellow more Faith Tom our case is much at one we 're broke for want of trade Our City 's 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're trust good fellow more Tom. But what dost think should be the cause whence all these mischiefs spring Dick. Our damned breath of Oaths and Laws our murther of the King We have bin slaves since Charls his Reign we liv'd like Lords before If George don't set all things right again Ne're trust good fellow more Tom. Our Vicar and he 's one that knows told me once I know what and yet the Thief is woundy close Dick. 'T is all the better That Has too much Honesty and Wit to let his tongue run o're If this prove not a lucky hir Ne're trust good fellow more Shall 's ask him what he means to do Tom. Good faith with all my heart Thou mak'st the better Leg o' th two take thou the better part I 'le follow if thou l't lead the Van. Dick. Content I le march before If George prove not a gallant man Ne're trust good fellow more My Lord in us the Nation craves but what you 're bound to do Tom. We have liv'd Drudges Dick and we Both. Restore us but our Laws agen Th' unborn shall thee adore If George denies us his Amen Ne're trust good fellow more Englands Triumph Or the Rump routed by a true assertor of Englands Interest General George Monck To the t●ne of Fill up the Parliament full WHat maketh the Souldiers to stand to their Arms 'T is for what they profest to kéep us from harms The Members secluded come now in by swarms To fill up the Parliament full full full To fill up the Parliament full 3. You know that the City Gates late were thrown down And the Walls too were order'd by Parliament frown But General Monck has pleas'd Soldier and Gown And fill'd up the Parliament c. 3. A dispute there was had by the Members secluded Brav● Monck was the Vmpire and found them deluded But Englands great joy is now wholly concluded For he has fill'd up the Parliament c. Sir Arthur the Valiant must make his spéech large Lest the Members excluded lay treason to 's charge Hée'd better have dealt with his New-Castle Barge Than to see the old Parliament c. The Aldermen Grave and the Commons o' th City Imprisoned were the more is the pity But General Monck said that I will acquit ye For the Parliament shall be now c. Have you not séen fresh flowers in the spring And have you not heard a Cage-bird sing But if the Cage-Members would bring in the King It would fill up the Parliament c. The Parliament now will come into their Géers For secluded PRYN that once lost his Ears Marcht in with his Rapier for Commons and Péers To fill up the Parliament c. Whose often Declaring has furnisht the Nation With Parliament Arguments of the old fashion And would have both King Lords and Péers in this Nation To fill up the Parliament c. Our brave General Monck we bound are to thank The Honest Lord Fairfax has plaid too his prank No thanks to be given to the Rump nor the Shank To fill up the Parliament c. Had the City ne're mov'd nor the Prentices strove They'd lost their Old

THE LOYAL GARLAND Containing choice Songs and Sonnets of our late unhappy Revolutions Very delightsul and profitable both to this present and future Ages Published by S N. A Lover of Mirt● The fourth Edition with Additions Fear God Honor the King 1 Pet. 2. 17. ● My son fear thou the LORD and the King and meddle not with them that are given to change Prov. 24. 21. London Printed by T. ● Johnson for T. Passenger at th● Thre Bibles on London-Bridge 167● A Table of the Sonnets contained in this Book DEfacing of Whitehall The Loyal Soldier The Holly-bush The Independent Red-coat London Pamphleteers The Soldiers Delight The Time-server A Medley Loyalist and Round-head Gerards Mistriss The scornful Lover Upon an Act for Treason A Song upon a Recanting Lover Of Titulary Honor. The New Droll Upon the New-found Wells The silly Shepherd Upon the Goldsmiths Committee In praise of Brewers The Contest The fond Amotist On Women The satiated Lover A Love Riddle The loving Contest In praise of his Mistriss A Love-Song A Pastoral Song With the Answer Upon Charing-Cross A Song in derision of his Mistriss The Dominion of the Sword The sickle Lover A Mock-song Good Counsel The Blinde Zealor Full forty times over The Answer The Jovialists Coronation A Lovers Request The despairing Lover to his Mistriss Gather your Rose-buds The Muses courting Sack The Constant Lover The Loyal Prisoner The Maidens Complaint Canary's Coronation The Lovers Complaint Platonick Love Upon passionate Love The Womans Answer A Song upon Putt and Tick-tack Londons Gratulation to General Monck All hail to the days c I dote I dote A Pastoral Song A' Caveat for Maidens The Platonick Lover Loves Extasie The Husband-man and Serving-man A merry Medley The Resolute Lover Upon the Draining of the Fens A Song in praise of Canary The protecting Brewer Cromwel's Coronation A Medley of the Nations The Royalists Answer to Nay prithee don't flie me A Dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick. Englands Triumph The taking of Mardike The Re-resurrection of the Rump The Bulls Feather The merry Good-fellow The Levellers Rant THE LOYAL GARLAND Upon defacing of White-hall WHat Booker doth prognosticate Concerning Kings or Kingdoms state I think my self to be as wise As some that gazeth on the skyes My skill goes beyond the depth of a Pond Or Rivers in the greatest rain Whereby I can tell all things will be well When the King enjoys his own again 2. There 's neither Swallow Dove nor Dade Can soa● more high or déeper wade Nor shew a reason from the stars What causeth Peace or Civil Wars The man in the Moon may wear out his shoo'n By runing after Charls his Wain But all 's to no end for the times will not mend Till the King c. 3. Full forty years this Royal Crown Hath béen his fathers and his own And is there any one but He That in the same should sharers be For who better may the Scepter sway Thau he that hath such right to reign Then let 's hope for a peace for the Wars will not cease Till the King enjoys c. 4. Though for a time we sée White-hall With Cobweb-hangings on the wall In stead of gold and silver brave Which formerly 't was wont to have With rich perfume in every room Delightful to that Princely Train Which again shall be when the time you see That the King enjoys c. 5. Did Walker no predictions lack In Hammonds bloody Almanack Foretelling things that would ensue That all proves right if lies be true But why should not he the pillory foresée Wherein poor Toby once was ta'ne And also foreknow to 'th Gallows he must go When the King enjoys c. 6. Then avaunt upon thy hill My hope shall cast his Anchor still Vntill I sée some peaceful * Gen. Monck Dove Bring home the Branch I dearly love Then will I wait till the waters abate Which most disturbs my troubled brain Else never rejoyce till I hear the voice That the King enjoys his own again The Loyal Soldier WHen in the field of Mars we lye Amongst those Martial wights Who never daunted are to dye For King and Country's Rights As on Belona's God I wait her attendant be Yet being absent from my mate I live in misery 2. When lofty winds aloud do blow It snoweth hail or rain And Charon in his boat doth row Yet stedfast I 'le remain And for my shelter in some barn créep Or under some Hedge lye The Round-heads which strong Castles kéep Knows no such misery 3. When down in straw we tumbling lye With Morpheus charms asléep My heavy sad and mournful eye In security so déep Then do I dream within my arms With thá I sporting lye Then do I dread or fear no harms Nor féel no misery 4. When all my joys are thus compleat The Cannons loud do play The Drums alarum strait do beat Trumpet sounds Horse away Awake I then and nought can finde But death attending me And all my joys are vanisht quire This is my misery 5 When hunger oftentimes I féel And water cold do drink Yet from my Colours I 'le not steal Nor from my KING will shrink No Traitor base shall make me pield But for the Cause I 'le be This is my love pray Heaven to shield And fare wel misery 6. Then to'our Arms we straight do flie And forthwith marcth away Few Towns or Cities we come nigh Good liquor us deny In Letho déep our woes we stéep Our Loves forgotten be Amongst the Iovialists we Sing Hang up all misery 7. Propitious Fate then be more kinde Grim death lend me thy Dart O Sun and Moon and eks the Wind Great Jove take thou our part That of these Round-heads and these wars An end that we may sée And thy great Name wée'l all applaud And hang all misery The Holly-Bush CLear the eyes of the Watch Lazy sléep we dispatch From hence as far as Dep●bford For your Flock-beds and your Feather Wée'l expose to the weather And hang all the shéets on the Bed-cord Then sleep sleep and enjoy your beds You quiet drowsie heads May the Furies of the night Scarlet Fleas you affright And pinch you black and yellow But the plump brawny Lowse Scorns the shelter of the house Oh! he 's the Soldiers fellow 2. Some the Night-more hath prest With a weight on their brest The returns of their breath cannot pass But with us the Tale is addle We can take off the saddle And turn out the Night-mare to grass Then sleep c. 3. Now no more will we hark To the charms of the Lark Nor the times of the early Thrush All the birds shall retire And submit to the Quire Of we bo●es in the Holy-bush Then sleep c. 4. When the Countrey Lass With her Dayry doth pass Our joys no tongue can utter For we Centinel stand And exact by command The excize of her lips and butter Then sleep c. The