“Had not a kind cricket fluttered,
   Perched upon the place
Vacant left, and duly uttered
   ‘Love, Love, Love,’ whene’er the bass 100
Asked the treble to atone
For its somewhat sombre drone.”

But you don’t know music!  Wherefore
   Keep on casting pearls
To a—­poet?  All I care for
   Is—­to tell him that a girl’s
“Love” comes aptly in when gruff
Grows his singing, (There, enough!)

* * * * *

CAVALIER TUNES

I. MARCHING ALONG

Kentish Sir Byng deg. stood for his King, deg.1
Bidding the crop-headed deg.  Parliament swing:  deg.2
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! deg.  Pym deg. and such carles deg.7
To the Devil that prompts ’em their treasonous parles! 
Cavaliers, up!  Lips from the cup,
Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup 10
Till you’re—­

CHORUS.—­Marching along, fifty score strong,
         Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.

Hampden deg. to hell, and his obsequies knell. deg.14
Serve Hazelrig, deg.  Fiennes, deg. and young Harry deg. as well! deg.15
England, good cheer!  Rupert deg. is near! deg.16
Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here,

CHO.—­Marching along, fifty score strong,
      Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.

Then, God for King Charles!  Pym and his snarls 20
To the Devil that pricks on such pestilent carles! 
Hold by the right, you double your might;
So, onward to Nottingham, deg. fresh for the fight, deg.23

CHO.—­March we along, fifty score strong,
      Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song!

II.  GIVE A ROUSE

I

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!

II

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? 10
      Give a rouse; here’s, in hell’s despite now,
      King Charles!