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.
1 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 prin-
ciple, and so many utterances of so many imaginary persons, not
4 DRAMATIC LYRICS
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
CHORUS.-Marching along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gent . . .