Our gallant King came over,
Came triumphantly over to his own!
Jerome Caryl glanced at Lady Breadalbane; she was the only one silent save himself; she sat still with downcast eyes, but he fancied that she was in great anxiety.
Again the stalwart voice of Porter rose:
Oh, the Dutchman went to Hell,
And an English flag in England flew,
And England liked it well
When the King o’ England got his own.
When across the Straits of Dover
The English King came over,