Till somebody, prerogatived With reason, reasoned: Why he dived, "John, go and catch-or, if needs be, By vivisection, at expense Of half-an-hour and eighteen pence, CAVALIER TUNES. I. MARCHING ALONG. I. KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, II. God for King Charles! Pym and such carles Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup Till you're (Chorus) Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. III. Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell. Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well! Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. IV. Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. II. GIVE A ROUSE. I. KING CHARLES, and who'll do him right now? II. Who gave me the goods that went since? (Chorus) King Charles, and who'll do him right now? III. To whom used my boy George quaff else, By the old fool's side that begot him? For whom did he cheer and laugh else, While Noll's damned troopers shot him? (Chorus) King Charles, and who'll do him right now? King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now? Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now, King Charles! III. BOOT AND SADDLE. I. BOOT, saddle, to horse, and away! II. Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say ; 66 III. Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay, Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Round-heads' array: Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay, (Chorus) Boot, saddle, to horse, and away? IV. Who? My wife Gertrude: that, honest and gay, BEFORE. LET them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. II. Why, you would not bid men, sunk in such a slough, Strike no arm out farther, stick and stink as now, Leaving right and wrong to settle the embroilment, III. Who's the culprit of them? How must he conceive IV. Better sin the whole sin, sure that God observes ; V. Let him pace at pleasure, past the walls of rose, VI. What's the leopard-dog-thing, constant at his side, VII. So much for the culprit. Who's the martyred man? VIII. All or nothing, stake it! Trusts he God or no? IX. Ah, "forgive" you bid him? While God's champion lives, But you must not end my friend ere you begin him : X. Once more-Will the wronger, at this last of all, Dare to say, "I did wrong," rising in his fall? No?-Let go, then! Both the fighters to their places! While I count three, step you back as many paces! AFTER. TAKE the cloak from his face, and at first How he lies in his rights of a man. And, absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance: both strike And are lost in the solemn and strange Ha, what avails death to erase I would we were boys as of old His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn I stand here now, he lies in his place: HERVÉ RIEL. I. ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred and ninety-two, II. 'Twas the squadron that escaped, with the victor in full chase; And they signaled to the place "Help the winners of a race! Get us guidance, give us harbor, take us quick—or, quicker still, Here's the English can and will!" III. Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on board; “Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass? laughed they : |