YE CURIOUS TAYLE OF YE UNCIVIL FIGHT OF YE CIVIL WARRE

ODDZOOKS! ye civil war was rough, 'Twixt cavalier, and roundhead tough, Thence, for thy pale Of cheek, and wail, Now hearken, to ye curious tayle, Ah! me. THEY met, to meet, was cause for strife And hunger, for each other's life! Alack ah! me, That such should be, Where posies, pied beneath ye tree, Ah! me. IN derring do, they straightway play, And cut, and slash, ye time away; Ye evil grue, This derring do, When earth, was wide enough for two, Ah! me. LO! one at length, in bonds did pine, Ye squirrel came, and nipped ye twine; Reproof of spite, From woodland mite, For truce to ye fanatic fight, Ah! me. BUT hey alack! again they rise, And swish their blades, in murderous wise; 'Tis pain, to sing, Of sword, in swing, Where butterflies, did spread ye wing, Ah! me. AT length, one trussed his foe, but lo! A bat, did cut ye cord, ho! ho! Ye moral flat, Of gracious bat, That men, should drop ye hate, like that— Ah! me. YE wrath of wrong, is still to do, Ye loathsome vengeance, starts anew, O pity! wrong, Should wreak so strong, Where birds, did pipe ye evensong, Ah! me. YE strife waxed hot, in air they spring,— No fiercer fray, did minstrel sing,— But why spill here, Ye tender tear, For Roundhead, or ye Cavalier? Ah! me. THEY scuffle, till each wig, and nose, Fell off, and nature's truths, disclose, Ye wild surprise, Doth swiftly rise, Ye brows, above ye startled eyes! Ah! me. FOR lo! they recognise each one, Each was his father's other son! Ye clasping spree, Of filial glee, Is here depicted, as you see, Ah! me.