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 /> <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 /> <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 /> <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/a-cavalier-song/
