If you will choose them, do not refuse them, Since honest Parliament never made thieves, Charles will not further have rogues dipt in murder, Neither by leases, long lives, nor reprieves. ’Tis the conditions and propositions Will not be granted, then be not daunted, We will our honest old customs enjoy; Paul’s not rejected, will be respected, And in the quier voices rise higher, Thanks to the heavens, and (cry), _Vive le Roy_. THE CAVALIER. By Samuel Butler. From his Posthumous Works. A somewhat different version appears in Chappell’s Popular Music of the Olden Time. 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_. Virtue is its own reward, And Fortune is a whore; There’s none but knaves and fools regard her, Or her power implore. But he that is a trusty _Roger_, And will serve the King; Altho’ he be a tatter’d soldier, Yet may skip and sing: Whilst we that fight for love, May in the way of honour prove That they who make sport of us May come short of us; Fate will flatter them, And will scatter them; Whilst our loyalty Looks upon royalty, We that live peacefully, May be successfully Crown’d with a crown at last. 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. What tho’ painted plumes and prayers Are the prosp’rous men, Yet we’ll attend our own affairs ’Till they come to ’t agen; Treachery may be faced with light, And letchery lined with furr; A cuckold may be made a knight, Sing _Fortune de la Guerre_. But what’s that to us, brave boys, That are right honest men? We’ll conquer and come again, Beat up the drum again; Hey for _Cavaliers_, Hoe for _Cavaliers_, Drink for _Cavaliers_, Fight for _Cavaliers_, Dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub, Have at Old _Beelzebub_, _Oliver_ stinks for fear.