“Our brave Commanders, Valiant, Stout and Bold, Was neither pinch’t with hunger, nor with cold, They quaft the Bowls about, one to another, With good Canary they kept out the weather; And oft to one another would say thus, (When we are gone, then gone is all with us) And thus, in mirth, they chear’d their Spirits up, By taking t’other Pipe, and t’other Cup: Much good may it do their hearts; we should have done The same ourselves, had we been in their room. We were as glad when we got to a Cup Of nappy Ale, to take a pretty sup; But durst not go to Town, on any cause, For fear the Martial catch us in his Claws. About the _Park_ to walk for recreation, We might be free, we knew our Bounds and Station. But not a Coach was stirring any where, Unless t’were such as brought us in our Beer. Alass, _Hide Park_, these are with thee sad dayes, The Coaches all are turn’d to Brewers’ Drayes; Instead of Girls with Oranges and Lemons, The Bakers’ boys, they brought in loaves by dozens; And by that means, they kept us pretty sober, Until the latter end of wet _October_. They promis’d we should march, and then we leapt, But all their promises were broke (or kept). They made us all, for want of Winter Quarters, Ready to hang ourselves in our own Garters. “At last, the Dove came with the Olive Branch, And told, for certain, that we should advance Out of the Field; O then we leapt for joy, And cry’d with one accord, _Vive le Roy_. What did the Sutlers then? nay, what do ye think? [Illustration: BOSCOBEL OAKS, 1804. Page 27. ] For very grief, they gave away their drink: But it’s no matter, let them laugh that wins, They were no loosers (God forgive their sins). “Upon _Gunpowder Treason_ day, (at Night) We burnt our Bed-Straw, to make Bone fire light; And went to Bed, that night, so merry hearted For joy we and our Lodgings should be parted; Next morning we were up by break of day, To be in readinesse to march away. We bid adue to _Hide Park’s_ fruitful Soil, And left the Country to divide the Spoyl. With flying Colours we the City enter, And, then, into our Quarters boldly venture. Our Land-Ladyes sayd _Welcome_ (as was meet), But, for our Landlords, some lookt sowr, some sweet. So soon as we were got into warm Bed, We look’t as men new metamorphosed. But now I think ’tis best to let them sleep, Whilst I out of the Chamber softly creep, To let you know, that now my task is done, Would I had known as much when I begun. A sadder time, I freely dare engage Was never known before, in any Age. _God bless King_ Charles _and send him long to reign, And grant we never may know the like again._”