Classic Poem

1.

I am a senseless thing, with a hey, with a hey,
Men call me a king, with a ho;
To my luxury and ease
They brought me o'er the seas,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

2.

I melt away their treasure, with a hey, with a hey,
And swive at my pleasure, with a ho;
Their women and their coin
Are now become all mine,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

3.

With a court and a stage, with a hey, with a hey,
I corrupted the age, with a ho;
The nation once were men
But now are slaves again,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

4.

Let the bankers break, with a hey, with a hey,
And the City sneak, with a ho;
I have got a pack of knaves
Shall ride the dull jades,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

5.

Let the Commons search for plots, with a hey, with a hey,
And the lords sit like sots, with a ho;
If my brother and my whore
Say the word, they're no more,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

6.

They pulled my army down, with a hey, with a hey,
And so they would my crown, with a ho;
But to prevent that chance
I've sold it all to France,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

7.

And whilst they all give ear, with a hey, with a hey,
To what Oates and Bedloe swear, with a ho;
With mirth I burst my gall
To see the rascals sham 'em all,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

8.

'Twas a blast of royal breath, with a hey, with a hey,
Gave Godfrey his death, with a ho;
'Twas contrived by the elf
My brother and myself,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

9.

My ministers of state, with a hey, with a hey,
Whom I damn to make great, with a ho;
Let 'em use their wisest skill,
I'm true Sir Martin still,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

10.

And now to let you see, with a hey, with a hey,
What miracles there can be, with a ho;
The head of the church
Left the body in the lurch,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

11.

Damn the Good Old Cause, with a hey, with a hey,
Religion and its laws, with a ho;
I scorn to sway
By an English way,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

12.

Let the gentry groan, with a hey, with a hey,
With the weight of my throne, with a ho;
I care not a straw
For the old fop law,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

13.

While the French take towns, with a hey, with a hey.
And the seamen get wounds, with a ho;
I have a French arse
For my unruly tarse,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.

14.

And though my father like a fool, with a hey, with a hey,
Lost his life to save his soul, with a ho;
I'll not quit my present love
For a martyr's place above,
With a hey tronny nonny nonny no.