Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, <br /> Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: <br /> And, pressing a troop unable to stoop <br /> And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, <br /> Marched them along, fifty score strong, <br /> Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. <br /> God for King Charles! Pym and such carles <br /> To the Devil that prompts 'em their treasonous parles! <br /> Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup, <br /> Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup <br /> Till you're-- <br /> (Chorus) <br /> Marching along, fifty-score strong, <br /> Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. <br /> <br /> Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell. <br /> Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well! <br /> England, good cheer! Rupert is near! <br /> Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here <br /> (Chorus) <br /> Marching along, fifty-score strong, <br /> Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song? <br /> <br /> Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls <br /> To the Devil that pricks on such pestilent carles! <br /> Hold by the right, you double your might; <br /> So, onward to Nottingham, fresh for the fight, <br /> (Chorus) <br /> March we along, fifty-score strong, <br /> Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song!<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cavalier-tunes-marching-along/
