Upon The Cavaliers Departing Out Of London |
Cavalier Ballad; Alexander Brome
Now fare thee well, London, Thou next must be undone, 'Cause thou hast undone us before; This cause and this tyrant Had never play'd this high rant Were't not for thy argent d'or.
2. Now we must desert thee, | 3. Now justice and freedom, With the laws that did breed 'em, Are sent to Jamaica for gold, And those that upheld 'em Have power but seldom, For justice is barter'd and sold.
4. Now the Christian religion |
5. But this is our glory, In this wretched story Calamities fall on the best; And those that destroy us Do better employ us, To sing till they are supprest. |