Englands rejoycing at that happy day
That peace and truth it may bear sway,
Being th Election of that thing,
In chusing us a Royal King,
To the Tune of, Gallant Souldiers do not muse.
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LEt England now rejoice with speed
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since in heart the House decreed
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In granting a Free Parliament
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to give true Subjects now content,
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That we may rejoice and sing
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that happy day we chusd a King.
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About the merry month of May,
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we hope to see that happy day
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Wherein they will so well agree
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that we shall live in unity,
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Whereby we may rejoice and sing,
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that happy day we chusd a King.
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The Army it doth take a part
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for to joyn with hand and heart
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Whereby we may have a head
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that may stand us in some stead
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That we may rejoice and sing
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that happy day we chusd a King.
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Apollos wisdom God them send,
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And Herculess strength for to defend
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That we all may live in peace,
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and that these bloody wars may cease
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Then we shall rejoice and sing
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that happy day we chusd a King.
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This many years weve been in wo
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not knowing well our friend from foe
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Which brought the land into great strife
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to kill and slay we were so rife
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But now we will rejoice and sing
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that happy day we chusd a King.
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Although we have then suffered long
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we hope now for to change that song
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That peace and truth may bear the sway
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God grant us then that happy day
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That we may rejoice and sing
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when Charles the second is our King.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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IN former age we were at rest
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when as the Land was not so seast
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But lived in love and unity,
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until became this misery.
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But now we will rejoice and sing
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when Charls the second is our King.
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The sad Excize hath been so rife
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it hath both beggerd man and wife,
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But now we hope that it will down,
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when that Charls obtains the Crown
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Then we will rejoice and sing
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that happy day we chusd a King.
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Trading it hath lain long dead,
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and all was for want of a head,
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Which we hope for to obtain,
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to live in comfort once again.
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Then we will rejoice and sing,
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when Charls the second is our King.
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That Proclamation it will down
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that took away Charls Stuarts crown
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And Charls the second once again
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doth hope the same for to obtain
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And then we will rejoice and sing
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when Charls the second is our King.
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False Prophets they did soon arise,
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and thought thereby to get a prize,
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And for to pull the Churches down
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but they will be taimed soon,
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And then we shall rejoice and sing
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when Charls the second is our King.
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Of New years day they did begin
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thinking that they all might win,
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York Minster they lockt on the same
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thinking thereby to honour gain,
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But aid there came then presently
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which made them presently to fly.
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If they will not be ruld in time
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they will be punishd for their crime,
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When that Charles will bear the sway,
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their quaking then will soon decay,
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And then we may rejoice and sing
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when Charles the second is the King.
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Then will the Gospel flourish rife,
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and we shall be no more at strife,
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Whereby we may give God the praise
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that such a Comforter did raise,
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To cause thereby a happy peace,
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that these bloody wars may cease.
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Then may we all rejoice and sing
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that happy day we chusd a King.
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