Here Is My Arrow

Here is my arrow! what shall I hit?
The king upon his throne doth sit-
His royal self my aim! I trust
My aim was sure, he bites the dust.

Now raise a cheer!

For the republic cheer!

The crowns are very costly things,
Unfit for it are all the kings,
, Crown for the kings? Why should we straddle
A donkey with a velvet saddle?
Now raise a cheer!
For the republic cheer!

His purple regal cloak we'll take
For what it is best fit to make

Therefrom: we make from it, of course,
A blanket for a good old horse.
Now raise a cheer!
For the republic cheer!
The sceptre in his iron fist
We wrest from him, let us insist
That he a spade and shovel take
Wherewith his own grave he shall make
Now raise a cheer!
For the republic cheer!

One only thing, I say just now:
We have been foolish: I allow,

Henceforth we shall have (better sense,
Hold in contempt the king's pretense!
Now raise a cheer!
For the republic cheer!