steepholm | If the sun don't come, you get a tan from standing in the English rain

This song was rattling round my head most of yesterday. Now I know why:

This morning it's been joined by another voice from the past:

I promised you redress of these same grievances
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a most Christian care.
But for you, rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray...

Well, we shall see. Interesting times!