INSCRIBED 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, And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, 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, Hampden to Hell, and his obsequies' knell 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 K Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls II. Give a Rouse King Charles, and who'll do him right now? Who gave me the goods that went since? (Cho.) King Charles, and who'll do him right now? 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, (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! (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, That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands |