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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 gentlemen, singing this song.
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, / Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell. / Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well! / England, good cheer! Rupert is near! / 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 / To the Devil that pricks on such pestilent carles! / Hold by the right, you double your might; / So, onward to Nottingham, fresh for the fight, / CHO. -- March we along, fifty-score strong, / Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song!