Englands honour, and Londons glory.
With the manner of proclaiming Charles the second King of England, this eight of
May, 1660. by the honourable the two houses of Parliament, Lord Generall Monk,
the Lord Mayor, Alderman, and Common-Counsell of the City.
The tune is, Vi vel a Roy.
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COme hither Friends and listen unto me,
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and hear what shall now related be,
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For joy and comfort is now come to yea,
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and happy dayes in England you see:
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The King and Parliament now are agreed,
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to ease our sadnesse,
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with joy and gladnesse,
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And for to free us from all our annoy
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as by the Parliament now is decreed.
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then let us sing boyes,
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God save the King boyes,
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Drink a good health and sing Vi vel a Roy.
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The first of May to our great comfort,
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by our good King a Message was sent,
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the which thee Pairlament receivd with concord
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and sent abroad the Land to content.
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For so Lords and Commons together agreed
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with their free consent,
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and being well bent,
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For they will suffer none us to destroy,
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the which doth both our joy & comfort breed.
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then let, etc:
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The eight of May as my muse doth here sing,
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Royal King Charles with a full consent
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Was then proclaimed Englands fair King.
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by Lords and Commons of Parliament.
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And by the heavenly powers divine,
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and in Londons Citty
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The cause of this Ditty
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Unto all this Nation now tel of this joy
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the which unto the same did incline.
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then let, etc.
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The two houses in the Pallace Yard
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General Monk himselfe being by,
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Proclaimed the King with great regard,
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their acclamation reached the skye,
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From thence they marched along the Strand,
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Unto Temple-barr,
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whereas they met there
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The Citizens all with exceeding joy,
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they generally without command
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Cryd God save the King boyes,
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the Earth did ring boyes,
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they cast up their hats and cryd Vi vel a Roy.
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The Lord Mayor and Alderman in velvet gowns,
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and over their heads their hats they did wave,
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Not caring at all the spending their Crowns
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rejoycing that Charls his birth-right should have
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The City Horse and their trained Bands
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this tryumph did grace,
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each man in his place,
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Did shout for the good wee now shall enjoy,
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the people shouted and clapt their hands,
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Crying God save the King, etc.
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Through fair London City we wel understand
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thee loud sound[i]ng trumpets thee sam did proclaim
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The like Eccho never hath bin in th[i]s Land
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then let these three Nations rejoyce for thee same,
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And all good people that in them remain
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All men did rejoyce
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with heart and with voyce
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Which all our sorrow[s] at once did destroy
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for joy that Charles his right he shall gain.
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then let us sing boyes
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God save the King boyes
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D[r]ink a good health and cry Vi vel a Roy.
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The Bells in the City did answer them then,
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such gallant musick hath seldome bin heard,
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The Trumpets returned their Ecco again,
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no heart from rejoycing at that time was bard,
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For the greatest number were all of one mind,
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at every stand,
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the Mayor did command
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The sounding trumpets to proclaim the joy,
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the City in this great comfort did find,
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then let, etc.
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The City so highy did prize the same,
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and for to shew their ardent desire,
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The City seemed all in a flame,
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the which thousand then did admire,
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Such vast charges men did then bestow,
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the truth for to tell,
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the City did excell,
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So great was their expressions of their joy,
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no greater Joy could be here below.
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then let, etc.
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The Lords and Commons likewise were glad,
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to see the people so soon to comp[l]y,
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Many were revivd that were sad,
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for there were none that to joyn did deny.
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This glorious sight was most tryumphant,
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so great wa[s] the noyse
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expressing their joyes,
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And the peoples hearts were fild with such joy.
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not one was heard to make any complaint.
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then let, etc.
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Many brave Gallents are gon to the King
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to bear such a present as never was sent
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Heretofore, and wee boye they him will bring
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for to be crowned by this Parliament:
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Cheer up fair England rejoyce and be glad,
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th[e] rights theyl r[e]store,
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as was here.to-fore,
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And all offences they quite will destroy,
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and no one shall then h[a]ve cause to be sad,
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then let, etc.
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This famous City great Jove defend them,
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their grave Messengers from them are gone,
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Unto the King for to recommend them
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unto him the Citizens every one
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Heaven blesse those Messengers that faithfull be,
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trust is reposed,
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their minds inclos[e]d
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For his Subjects welfare is all his joy,
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by his Declaration at large you see.
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then let, etc,
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And now to conclude the eight of May,
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cau[s]ed all English-men loud for to sing,
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It was a joyfull and happy day.
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Bon-fires did burn and the Bells did ring,
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Then let us praise our great God above,
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he hath brought to passe,
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the like never was,
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Such great acclamations of exceeding joy,
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by fame performed and the God of love.
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then let us sing boyes,
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God save the King boyes,
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Cast up your Caps and cry Vi vel a Roy.
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