God save you, a mere boy, a gallant boy—
Cried out: “Good fellows, have you lost your captain?
I am your King, and I will be your captain.”
[The pilgrims cheer.]
Have you forgotten how they cheered? Then hark!
Once more that “porkish rabble” you shall hear
Make music sweeter than your laureate’s odes.
[Turning to the crowd.]
Pilgrims and friends, deep-hearted Englishmen,
This is your King who called himself your captain.