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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506355" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cavalier Tunes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">. MARCHING ALONG.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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---</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.---Marching along, fifty-score strong,<br> Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.---Marching along, fifty-score strong,<br> Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.---March we along, fifty-score strong,<br> Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II. GIVE A ROUSE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Charles, and who'll do him right now?<br>King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?<br>Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now,<br>King Charles!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who gave me the goods that went since?<br>Who raised me the house that sank once?<br>Who helped me to gold I spent since?<br>Who found me in wine you drank once?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.---King Charles, and who'll do him right now?<br> King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?<br> Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now,<br> King Charles!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	III.<br>	<br>To whom used my boy George quaff else,<br>By the old fool's side that begot him?<br>For whom did he cheer and laugh else,<br>While Noll's damned troopers shot him?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.---King Charles, and who'll do him right now?<br> King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?<br> Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now,<br> King Charles!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III. BOOT AND SADDLE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!<br>Rescue my castle before the hot day<br>Brightens to blue from its silvery grey,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.---Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;<br>Many's the friend there, will listen and pray<br>``God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay---</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.---``Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,<br>Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:<br>Who laughs, ``Good fellows ere this, by my fay,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.---``Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,<br>Laughs when you talk of surrendering, ``Nay!<br>``I've better counsellors; what counsel they?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.---``Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a><div class=q>
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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 g..."></div>
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