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The cavalier's genius: being a proper new ballad. To the turne of, 'Ods bodikins chill work no more, and forty other good tunes.
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1663
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Wing C1573; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[32]
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The CAVALIER's Genius Being a Proper New Ballad To the Tune of ' Ods bodikins I hill work no more and forty other good Tunes CH'ill tell thee Wat ch'ave bin at Court Where I ch'ave seen most monstrous sport 'T was like to break my Guts For it did make me laugh full sore Che thought I ne'r should give o're 'T was better vat than Nuts But like the Parson of our Town Although cham call'd a very Clown In order I 'le proceed To let thee know there is Vorme in 't And many a very pretty hint May do some good at need When virst into the Court I came A sight did make mine Eyne grow lame Vor there I saw much people Vamping upon the pitched Walk With Chitter Chatter and much talk Like Daws upon a Steeple But as I star'd and gap't about To ken a v'rend amongst the Rout Prethee think who I voune Why faith and trigs I 'le tell thee truly Thou maist believe it to be no lie 'T was the Biter of our Town I mean the Mon cropt like a Freyer That would not read the Common Preyer Nor vorme unto the Church Such as thou knowest God bless us all Do gape for Reverend Bishops fall And lie like Dogs at lurch As soon as he did me espie For 's Rochet I had in mine Eye He came and did salout me With Sparrow Mouth and hanging Ears And Countenance made up of Flears I thought the Beast did flout me He ask't me what I did make there To come the Court about to stare He vound it by my looks Think what a twitter I was in I thought a Courtier he had bin And kin unto our Rooks. But taking heart a Grass I spake To him whose Neck was long as Snake And eak his Ears also Good Zur I hope it is no zin I came to zee and to be zeen And wou'd before I go Why then quoth he pray understand And mark the motion of my Hand For here I do begin And first these Walking Statues are Men quite undone by the late War And brought so low for sin Their constant Walk is in this place With Ragged Coats and Meagre Face To get imployment here But faith quoth he they are mistaken For by our selves the Vish is taken And then he gan to flear Why Goodman Parson then quoth I And then I drew to him full nigh Pray what d'y call these men Why then quoth he they 're Cavaliers That fain would get their old Arreers And then he fleer'd agen Why Mon quoth I me-thinks that you Their company should much eschew Chave heard you do not love 'em No no quoth he although do spiten Their discontents I strive to heigten And hope one day to prove ' em Why Goodman Parson then quoth I This is not right most verely You should to Peace afford Indeed quoth he I hate the same I love to see all in a flame And Men fall by the Sword It is the way to redeem the Cause And set up Covenanting Laws Destroy the King and People To turn the Bishops out of doors To bring in any nay the Moors And pluck down Church and Steeple For leisure now to us is given To make our scores with these men even We walk in Sheep's disguise We neither Preach nor Pray nor Fight But Plot as silent as the night And turn up White o' th' Eyes If that we chance to break a Law We value it not worth a straw Our Party is most daring If that we 're into Prison put We neither want for Purse or Gut The Sisters are not sparing For Instance I will to thee tell What to a Brother late befell For holding forth in sport He was in Newgate put indeed From thence release'd with as much speed And went and din'd at Court If thou hast Mony to bestow Let me but thy desires know Much can be done by me For Brethren I have plenty here Who makes for me most excellent Cheer As I will let thee see At last I saw a Man come in Me-thought he looked very thin And he portended haste I ask'd him what this Man might be Who seem'd as busie as a Bee With Sword about his waste That Man quoth he serv'd the late King And acted many a gallant thing Against his Foes so fell But now it seems that all is spent And he doth stink like Fish in Lent And cannot eat at Hell Another presently I saw That many to himself did draw And eager was in 's talk Pray Zur quo I what is that Man With Papers many in his han Who stately there doth stalk Quoth he he was a Man of late Of Wealth sufficient and much State But all was spent i' th' Wars And now a Patent he hath got Old Shoos and Boots for to Transport A Reward for all his Scars Another then he shew'd to me And bid me earnestly to see And note him for a Wight He told me 't was a strong Projector One that had serv'd the late Protector But now was made a Knight A pale-fac'd Fellow then came in That look'd like one of our lean Kine And stutter'd like a Prater He told me that that zealous Trunk Did curse the coming in of Monk For uâ— stood vor Sequestrator But he â—â—d tell me he had got His feeding in a fatted Plot And had no cause to grudge And nimbly shifted had his Veil And had abandoned the Tail And now did serve a Judge He told me then he could relate To me of many in the State That had crept into place And that they were the Bretherns Men That long'd to see the time as when Old Lâ—â—â—â—al kept the Mace And thus you see our Cause does thrive And we are Men yet still alive And swell in Court and City And can on good occasion call Our Congregators to White-hall And cut throats without pity At length the Clock struck Twelve and I Immediately the Men did spie Walking out of the Gate Quoth I me-thinks these Men should eat At Court if there be any Meat For Cheeks me-thinks do bate No no quoth he th' are well apaid When they their Congies all have made Unto the ominous Dial No Provender her 's to be got For English Irish or for Scot Unless they pay th' Espial And that 's impossible to doe When to four Feet they han't one Shoe Or penny ' mongst them all Let 'em go dine at Humphrey's Table And pick their Teeth if they are able No meat is at White-hall Thinking my self as bad as they That nothing had for meat to pay I made my Country Scrape With full intent to go from Court But he to me did streight resort And thus to me did Gape Gee ho old Neighbour pray come back And drink with me a cup of Sack And eat with me also For though I 'm from your Parish put This House my Purse doth fill and Gut Sing Biters all arow Immediately he led me in And through his Chamber like an Inn Vor store of meat was there Of Meat of all sorts and of Vishes Well drest and laid in Zilvern dishes ' Ods digs 't was Christmas Vare After that he a Grace had seid As long as is from hence to Head lebourgh's Church or Steeple He bid us to sit down and eat With plenty of that excellent meat Prepared for Good 's People And I among the rest sat down To Table that was very roun Well Vurnished with meat With Needle-teeth and Post-boys speed We claw'd it all away indeed Good God how we did eat At length we paus'd a while and then One of those Crop-ear'd silenc'd men Begun a health about And 't was unto the Brethren all That for the Cause did lately fall And now were turned out Much more was going to be seid But one amongst 'em jowl'd his head To them was going to say it Hist Brethren hist your mouth 's up close Though we won't talk under the Rose With thinking let us pay it The Cups flew merrily about Among the Zealous Prick-ear'd Rout They star'd and glow'd like Bulls If any were by drink o'rtaken I swear by the Head of Friar Bacon They were all as drunk as Trulls When I perceiv'd their Zeal at height And they began to utter spight ful things against the King I bid their Saintships all adieu And trotted from that Rebel Crew And out of Gates did Ding And walking down the Street call'd Kings From Chandlers shop I spi'd some Vrends That Stout and Loyal was Before them Herrings stood and Ale And Loaf half-penny worth full pale They fed like Cow at Grass Good-natur'd men they call'd me in Thinking that belly-starv'd I 'd been And spake so me to eat I told them Presbyterian Vare Was vat and Commons there were bare I came from better meat Good souls they griev'd my very heart And made my very entrails smart To see them brought so low With them I spent a round old Shilling They did receve it though unwilling And from them streight did go But now to you Presbyting Johns With Bloody Souls and Lilly Hands I hill never love you more Vor I do think the Pope's good Grace In all that 's good of you takes place Although you call him Whore Vor he refus'd to fight ' gainst King When Pulpits did Rebellion Ring Though offer'd Tolleration And you 't is known with purer zeal Do hate the King and Common-weal Unless of your own fashion Now Wat I think chave told thee All That in my Journey did befall Chave nothing more to say But pray to bless the King and Queen And that in England may be seen A Princely Bonny Boy FINIS