King Charles the Seconds Restortation.
Tune, The Duke of ORMOND.
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YOU Tories round the nation,
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Of every birth and station,
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The glorious day is coming on,
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King Charless Restoration,
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Therefore this loyal health,
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Let every churchman sing,
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O blessed twenty ninth of May,
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That did restore the King,
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Which did such joy unto a dying
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nation bring.
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O Britons most disloyal,
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To give your King denial,
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All other nations youve outdone,
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You brought King Charles to trial
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You made laws of your own,
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Your King for to dethrone,
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And after you cut off his head,
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You banished his son,
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As good a prince as ever reignd in
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Christendom.
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When Cromwell the usurper,
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Had slain the King his master,
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twas he that would the scepter sway
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Committing blood and slaughter
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The churches they pulld down,
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Whilst useless lay the crown,
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Presbyters we shall neer forget,
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The year of forty-one,
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When you your king did banish
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for a brewers son.
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He that was born a prince, sir,
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To stand Britains defence, sir
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Was forced to be under the frowns
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Of a greasy cook wench, sir,
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His life for to invade,
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Their traps for him they laid,
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At length to Madam Jane Land,
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This Prince became a page,
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And forcd to fly to France his life to save
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With blood hounds they did seek him
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But heaven did still keep him
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And did preserve him in the oak,
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While his princely heart was aching;
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To see himself pursud,
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All by this cursed brood,
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Who took his Fathers life away,
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And spilt his Royal blood,
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Who was a prince most justly true
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A churchman good.
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Many did their lives surrender,
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For Charles their good defender,
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Striving his Cause for to maintain
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Against the base Pretender;
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Many a noble Lord,
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That neer feard scar nor sword,
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On Tower-hill did lose their lives,
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All for their sovereigns good,
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Thus glorious Britain soon be-
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came a scene of blood,
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Heaven rousd up a hero,
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Who for no usurper card sir,
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General Monk brought in the king
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Therefore his loyal health, sirs,
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Let every Churchman sing,
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Whilst rogues hang in a string,
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O blessed twenty ninth of May,
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That did such joy unto a dying
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Nation bring.
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The subjects were huzzaing,
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The drums and trumpets playing
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The conduits they did run with wine
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Bonfires too were blazing;
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The tories did begin,
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This loyal health to sing,
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O blessed twenty-ninth of May,
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When great Charles was crowned
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His foes he soon confounded,
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He built the churches up again,
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Nothing but joy abounded.
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He paid his fathers scores,
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Upon the sons of whores.
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In his blest reign presbyters,
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Were kicked out of doors,
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Thus the land did flourish, heaven
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did increase our store.
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Now churchmen of each station,
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Pray that this British nation,
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By canters neer be overcome,
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The love of feuds and factions;
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Let every tory sing;
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And strike the musick string,
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O blessed twenty-ninth of May,
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And long live George our King,
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To his health boys your glasses fill
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unto the brim.
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