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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A87358	A dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick the former a country-man, the other a citizen. Presented to his Excellency and the Council of State, at Drapers-Hall in London, March 28. 1660. (To the tune of I'le never love thee more.)	Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?, attributed name.	1660 (1660)	Wing J1026; Wing D1359; Thomason 669.f.24[49]; ESTC R211745	1,698	1

A DIALOGUE Betwixt TOM AND DICK The former a COVNTRY-MAN The other a CITIZEN Presented to his EXCELLENCY and the COUNCIL of STATE at DRAPERS-Hall in LONDON March 28. 1660. To the Tune of I 'le never love thee more Tom. NOW would I give my life to see This wondrous Man of might Dick Dost see 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 Dick Chorus Come Tom If ever GEORGE be base Ne're trust good-fellow more He 's none of that Phantastique Brood That murther while they pray That trusse and cheat us for our good All in a Godly way He drinkes no Bloud and they no Sack into their gutts will poure Chorus But if GEORGE does not do the knack Ne're trust good-fellow more His quiet Conscience needs no guard He 's brave but full of pitty Tom. Yet by your leave he knock'd so hard H'adlike t' awak'd the City Dick Foole 'T was the Rump that let a Fart The Chaynes and Gates it tore Chorus But if GEORGE beares not a true heart Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. Your City-blades are cunning Rookes How rarely you collogue him But when your Gates flew off the Hookes You did as much be-rogue him Dick Pug'h 'T was the Rump did onely Feele The blowes the City bore Chorus But if GEORGE be'nt as true as Steele Ne're trust Good-fellow more Dick Come by this Hand we 'll crack a quare Thou 'll 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 full Bowle I 'll take 't an' t were a score Dick Chorus Nay if GEORGE be'nt a hearty Soule Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. But heark you Sirrah we 're to loud He 'll hang us by and by Dick Me'thinks he should be vengeance proud No more then thee or I. Tom. Why then I 'le give him the best Blade That ere the Bilbo wore Dick Chorus If GEORGE prove not a Bonny Lad Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. 'T was well he came we 'd mawll'd the Tayle We 've all throwne up our Farmes And from the Musket to the Flayle Put all our men in Armes The Girles had ta'ne the Members down Ne're saw such things before Dick If GEORGE speak not the Town our owne Ne're trust Good-fellow more Dick But prethee are the Folke so mad Tom. So mad say'st The 're undone There 's not a penny to be had And ev'ry Mothers Sonne Must fight if he intend to eate Grow valliant now he is poore Dick Chorus Come yet if GEORGE don't do the feate Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. Why Richard 't is a Devilish thing We 're not left worth a groate My Doll has sold her wedding-ring And Su has pawnd her Coate The Sniv'ling Rogues abus'd our Squire And call'd our Mistresse Whore Dick Chorus Yet If GEORGE don't what we desire Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom By this good day I did but speak They took my Py-ball'd Mare And put the Carri'on Wench to th' squeak Things go against the Hair Our Prick-ear'd Cor'nell looks as bigg Still as he did before Ric. Chorus And yet if GEORGE don't humme his Gigg Ne're 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 Veines and Baggs Upon a Factious Score Chorus If GEORGE Compassion not our Raggs Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. But what doest think should be the Cause Whence all these Mischiefs spring Ric. Our damned breach of Oaths and Lawes Our Murther of the King We have bin Slaves since CHARLES his Reign We liv'd like Lords before Chorus If GEORGE don't set all right again Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. Our Vicar And hee 's one that knows Told me once I know what And yet the Thief is woundy Close Ric. 'T is all the better That H' as too much Honesty and Witt To let his Tongue runne o're Chorus If this prove not a lucky hitt Ne're trust Good-fellow more Shall's ask him what he means to doe 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 't leade the Van Ric. Content I 'll march before Chorus 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 Ric. And We Slaves Both We would not die so too Chorus Restore us but our Lawes agen Th' unborn shall thee adore If GEORGE denies us his Amen Ne're trust Good-fellow more