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THEY took dead Cromwell from his grave, / And stuck his head on high; / The Merry Monarch and his men, / They laughed as they passed by / The common people cheered and jeered, / To England's deep disgrace -- / The crowds who'd ne'er have dared to look / Live Cromwell in the face.
He came in England's direst need / With law and fire and sword, / He thrashed her enemies at home / And crushed her foes abroad; / He kept his word by sea and land, / His parliament he schooled, / He made the nations understand / A Man in England ruled!