With pikes, and guns, and bows,
And swords, and good old bucklers,
That had stood against old foes;
’Twas there “his worship” held his state,
In doublet and trunk hose;
And quaff’d his cup of good old sack,
To warm his good old nose.
Like a fine, &c.
When Winter’s cold brought frost and snow,
He open’d house to all;