Betwixt her legs he hung his head,
As heavy heart desired;
My dogs then being refresht again,
And she of sleep bereaved,
She dreamt she had me in her arms,
And she was not deceived.
The good Old Cause.
Now Lambert’s sunk, and valiant M—— [Monk]
Does ape his General Cromwel,
And Arthur’s Court, cause time is short,