KING My Dear Cousin Bourbon of Spain This letter I entrust to a courier faithful and sure Is to calm your fears and tell you cousin dear My heart is pure This red cap I wear, These lies they've made me swear Are repugnant to my soul My very bones cry out in pain Cousin Bourbon of Spain You know my feelings well You've heard what I've had to say But now all my beliefs Have been snatched by these thieves And cruelly torn away But none of the scum who run through the streets Taking law from a bottle of wine Could presume to assume the fealty due To me or to you from your subjects or Mine My dear cousin Bourbon n of Spain Let's make a pact, let's campaign Let us whip back to their kennels again These dogs who speak of virtue Help me, cousin Help me cousin Bourbon of Spain