A Mad World, My Masters
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Cavalier Ballad; From the King's pamphlets, British Museum
We have a King, and yet no King, For he hath lost his power; For 'gainst his will his subjects are Imprison'd in the Tower.
2. We had some laws (but now no laws)
3. We had religion, but of late
4. We were free subjects born, but now
5. And now to such a grievous height
6. For there are agents sent abroad
7. Then by a vote ex tempore | 8. And during our imprisonment, Their lawless bulls do plunder A license to their soldiers, Our houses for to plunder.
9. And if their hounds do chance to smell
10. A monster now, delinquent term'd,
11. As if our prisons were too good,
12. Thus in our royal sovereign's name,
13. For by this means his castles now
14. Arise, therefore, brave British men, |
15. 'Tis Pym, 'tis Pym and his colleagues, That did our woe engender; Nought but their lives can end our woes, And us in safety render. |