DRAMATIC ROMANCES

& LYRICS

INSCRIBED
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JOHN KENYON, ESQ.,

IN THE HOPE THAT A RECOLLECTION OF HIS OWN

SUCCESSFUL

"RHYMED PLEA FOR TOLERANCE"

MAY INDUCE HIM TO ADMIT GOOD-NATUREDLY THIS HUMBLER PROSE ONE OF

HIS VERY GRATEFUL & AFFECTIONATE FRIEND

R. B.

DRAMATIC ROMANCES

AND LYRICS

CAVALIER TUNES*

I. Marching along

KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King,
Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:
And, pressing a troop unable to stoop

And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,
Marched them along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.

God for King Charles! Pym and such carles

To the Devil that prompts 'em their treasonous parles! Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup,

Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup

Till you're (Chorus) marching along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.

Hampden to Hell, and his obsequies' knell
Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well!
England, good cheer! Rupert is near!

Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here

(Cho.) Marching along, fifty-score strong,

Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song!

*Such Poems as the following come properly enough, I suppose, under the head of "Dramatic Pieces; " being, though for the most part Lyric in expression, always Dramatic in principle, and so many utterances of so many imaginary persons, not mine.

VOL. II

129

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Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls
To the Devil that pricks on such pestilent carles!
Hold by the right, you double your might;
So, onward to Nottingham, fresh for the fight,
(Cho.) March we along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song!

II. Give a Rouse

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!

Who gave me the goods that went since?
Who raised me the house that sank once?
Who helped me to gold I spent since?
Who found me in wine you drank once?

(Cho.) 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!

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?

(Cho.) 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

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,

(Cho.) Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say; Many's the friend there, will listen and pray "God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay,

(Cho.) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,

Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array: Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay,

(Cho.) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay, Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay! "I've better counsellors; what counsel they?

(Cho.) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

HAT'S

TH

MY LAST DUCHESS

Ferrara

my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call

That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will't please you sit and look at her? I said
"Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,