Hell now is wanting rogues,
Send there the canting dogges,
Ride to the scurry, my Kent cavaliers!
God and our King for grace,
Leave now your wives’ embrace,
Up and avenge all their insults for years!
Ironsides! Who’s afear?
Pack ’em to Lucifer,
Ride to the scurry, my Kent cavaliers!
The name “Kentish,” if introduced with such intention, would help in serving to recall in the stately mansions of the squires of Kent, and in many a humble yeoman’s home as well, why there were vacant places round the family board.