The King enjoyes his own again.
To be joyfully sung, with its own proper Tune.
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WHat Booker can Prognosticat?
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or speak of our Kingdoms present state?
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I think my self to be as wise,
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ae he that most looks in the Skies:
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My skil goes beyond the depths of the Pond,
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or River in the greatest Rain:
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By thee which I can tell, that all things wil be well,
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when the King comes home in peace again,
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There is no Astrologer, then I say,
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can search more deep in this then I,
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To give you a reason from the Stars,
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what causeth peace, or civil Wars:
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The man in the Moon, may wear out his shoone,
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in ru[n]ning after Charles his Wain,
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But all to no end, for the times they will mend
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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Though for a time you may see White-Hall,
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with cob-webs hanging over the wal,
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Instead of silk, and silver brave,
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as formerly it used to have:
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In every Roome, the sweet perfume,
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delightful for that Princely-Train,
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The which you shal see, when the time it shall be,
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that the King comes home in peace again.
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Full fourty years the Royal Crown,
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hath been his Fathers and his own,
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And I am sure thers none but he
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hath right to that soveraignity:
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Then who better may the Scepter to sway,
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then he that hath such right to reign:
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The hopes of your peace, for the wars will then cease,
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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Till then upon Ararats-hill,
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my hopes shal cast her Anchor still;
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Until I see some peaceful Dove,
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bring home the branch, which I do love;
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Still will I wait till the waters abate.
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which most disturbs my troubled brain,
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For Ile never rejoyce, till I hear that voice,
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that the King comes home in peace again,
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Oxford and Cambridge shal agree,
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crowned with honour and dignitie,
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Learned men shall then take place,
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and bad men silenced with disgrace:
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Theys know it then to be a shameful strain,
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that hath so long disturbed their brain.
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For I can surely tell, that all things shal go wel
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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Church Government shal setled be,
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and then I hope we shal agree;
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Without their help whose high-brain-zeal
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have long disturbd our Common-well:
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Greed out of date, and Coblers that do prate,
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of Wars that stil disturbd their brain,
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The which you shal see when the time it shal be
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that the King comes home in peace again.
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Tho many men are much in debt,
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and many Shops are to be set;
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A golden time is drawing near,
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men shal take Shops to hold their Ware:
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And then all our Trade shal flowrish alamode,
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the which ere long we shal obtain:
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By the which I can tell all things will be wel,
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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Maidens shal enjoy their Maike,
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and honest men their lost estates
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Women shal have what they do lake,
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their husbands who are coming back.
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When the Wars have an end, then I and my frie[nd]
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all Subjects freedom shal obtain,
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By the which I can tell, all things will be well,
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when we enjoy sweet peace again:
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Though people now walk in great fear,
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alongst the Countrye every where,
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Theeves shal then tremble at the Law,
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and justice shall keep them in aw;
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The Frenches shal flee with their treacherie,
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and the Kings foes a shamed remain,
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The which you shal see, when the time it shal be,
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that the King comes home in peace again.
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The Parliament must willing be,
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that all the world may plainly see,
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How they do labour still for peace,
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that now these bloody Wars may cease:
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For they will gladly spend their lives, to defend
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the King in all his right to reign,
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So then I can tell all things will be well,
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when we enjoy sweet peace again.
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When all these things to pass shall come,
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then farewell Musket, Pick and Drum,
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The Lamb shal with the Lyon feed,
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which were a happy time indeed;
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O let us all pray, we may see the day,
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that peace may govern in his name,
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For then I can tell all things will be well,
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when the King comes home in peace again.
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