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

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

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

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