DRAMATIC LYRICS. CAVALIER TUNES.* I. MARCHING ALONG. I. KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, Marched them along, fifty score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. II. God for King Charles! Pym and such carles * Such Poems as the majority in this volume might also come properly enough, I suppose, under the head of "Dramatic Pieces; being, though often Lyric in expression, always Dramatic in principle, and so many utterances of so many imaginary persons, not mine.-R. B. Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup, Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup Till you 're (Chorus) Marching along, fifty-score strong, III. Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell. Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well! (Chorus) Marching along, fifty-score strong, IV. Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls (Chorus) March we along, fifty-score strong, 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 nou? III. To whom used my boy George quaff else, (Chorus) King Charles, and who'll do him right now? III. BOOT AND SADDLE. I. Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! (Chorus) Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! II. Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say; (Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away f III. Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay, Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array: (Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away?” IV. Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay, (Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!” THE LOST LEADER. I. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, How all our copper had gone for his service! Rags were they purple, his heart had been proud! We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves!" II. We shall march prospering,—not thro' his presence; Deeds will be done,-while he boasts his quiescence, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God! Never glad confident morning again! Best fight on well, for we taught him-strike gallantly, Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, |