“Then gaining strength, Lord Brougham took
The old Earl by the hand,
And bade him rest a little while,
While he took the command.
“O, but the very heart does bleed,
What sorrow does it make,
To see the holy men of God
Bound to a worldly stake.
“A peer amongst the Whigs there was,
Who did the bishops eye,
And instantly did vow revenge
Upon the carnal fry—
“The brave Lord King, well known to all,
Who, with the Bill in sight,
And mounted on an iron Grey,
Laid on from left to right.
“Lord Harrowby he swiftly past,
And Wharncliffe wav’ring near,
And sought the dastard bishops out,
Where they stood in the rear.
“With such a vehement force and might,
He drove down all before;
The Bill went through ’twixt Philpotts’[66] legs,
And turn’d him fairly o’er.
“So thus Earl Grey was well aveng’d,
And did no more complain;
A Tory archer then conceiv’d
That Philpotts he was slain.
“He had a bow bent in his hand,
Made of a rotten tree,
An arrow of the self-same root,
Without a head, drew he.
“Against the noble peer, Lord King,
The rotten shaft was set,
But wanting a good Grey goose wing,
It fell before it met.
“These battles they were fought at night,
Before the rising sun,
And when they rung the ev’ning bells,
Again the fray begun.
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