Englands Joy in a Lawful Triumph.
Bold Phanaticks now make room
CHARLS the Seconds coming home.
As it was voted in the House on May-day last 1660.
To the Tune of, Packingtons Pound.
[King Charls, born
May 29. 1630.
Duke James, born
Octob. 13. 1633.
Henry Duke of Glo-
cester, the third Son.
The Lady
Mary, born
Nov. 4. 1631
The Lady Eliza-
beth, born Decem.
19. 1635.
The Lady Anne,
born March
17. 1636.]
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HOld up thy head England, and now shew thy face
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That eighteen years hath held it down with disgrace
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Thy comforts are coming, then cheer up thy looks
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Thy hopes, like thy gates, are quite off of the hooks
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Thy blessings draw near
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Thy joy doth appear
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With much expedition thy King will be here
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May all the rich pleasures that ever were reckond
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Attend on the Person of King Charls the second.
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The Bride and the Bridegroom did never so greet
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As the King and his People together will meet,
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Though some are against it, tis very well known
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That those that bee for it are twenty for one,
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Who with them will bring
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Allegiance and sing
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with voices of Loyalty, God save the King,
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May all, etc.
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Theres none are against it, but what are partakers
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With Jesuits, Jews, Anabaptists and Quakers,
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But hee (like a Lion thats rouzd from his den)
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Will pull down the pride of Fifth-Monarchy Men,
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The Preaching-house-hanters
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With all their Inchanters
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The proud Independents, the Brownists and Ranters
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With all the vile Sectaries that can bee reckond
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Wee hope will bee routed by King Charls the second.
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The benefits which will acrew to this Land
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Are more than wee suddenly can understand
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Theres no man of merit, in Arts or in Trade
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But if hee indeavour may quickly bee made,
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Our Trade will increase
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And so will our peace
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And this will give many poor prisoners release
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May all the rich pleasure that ever were reckond
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Attend on the Person of the King Charls the second.
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Then aged Pauls-steeple still hold up thy head
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For under thy roof shall Gods Service bee read
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And there shall be set up the Communion Table
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Then they shall bee hangd up that made it a stable
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And have no reprieves
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For good men it grieves
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That Gods house of prayer should be a den of theeves
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May all, etc.
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The Law and the Gospel shall freely bee taught
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Which lately unto the Barebone hath been brought
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Our Doctrine and Worship sha[l]l flourish again
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In spight of the pride of Schismatical men
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Good Learning and wee
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Shall alwaies agree
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The two Universities cherished shall be
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Then may all the blessing that ev[e]r were reckond
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Bee attributed unto King Charles the second.
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Our mirth and good company shall not bee checkt
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By such as do nickname themselves the Elect
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But wee will be merry, and spend an odd teaster
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At Christmas, at Whitsentide, Shrovetide and Easter
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Weel play our old pranks
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Rejoyce and give thanks
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And those that oppose wee will cripple their thanks
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May all the rich pleasures that ever were reckond
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Attend on the Person of the King Charles the second.
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Our Exchange shall bee filled with Merchants from fair
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Tis better to deal in good Traffick than war
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With all Neighbour Nations weel shake hands in peace
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By that means our treasure and trade will increase
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With France and with Spain
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Weel make leagues again
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Wee thank them for inccouring our soveraign
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May all, etc.
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Our shipping in safety shall sale on the Seas
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To Italy, Naples or what Port they please
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Then riches from chery Country theyl bring
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To profit the people, and pleasure the King
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Much good wee shall reap
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And treasure up-heap
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Good White-wine and Clarret, and Sack will be cheap
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Then wee will drink healths till they cannot be reckond
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To Gloster, to York, and to King Charles the second.
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Our Pot, Pipe and Organ shall then be divided
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And into the holy Cathedrals bee guided
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Our Outristers small, and our tall singing men
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Shall joyfully chant to the Organ again
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The Surplice so torn
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Shall newly be worn
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And all the fair Rites that the Church do adorn
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Twice twenty times more than can rightly bee reckond
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To the honour of God, and for King Charls the second.
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The banished Nobility then shall return
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Who long time in disconsolation did mourn
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And when theyr well settled like right Noble men
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Good house-keeping will bee in fashion again
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The poor that will wait
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Without at the gate
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Shall have their benevolence at a good rate
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May all, etc.
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Our Taxes will grow less and less, I suppose
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For wee have been very much troubled with those
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Excise-men (I hope too) in time will go down
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T is they are the torment of Country and Town
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The Magistrates then
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Shall bee honest men
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The Parson shall challenge his tythe-pig again
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May all, etc.
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We shall bee the joyfullest Nation on earth
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When once the King comes home to compleat our mirth
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Wee shall bee the envy of Nations unknown
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When King Charls the second fixt in his Throne,
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The Triumphs that then
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Shall bee aming men
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Will prove a good Subject for every good pen
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May all, etc.
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Now God send him with expedition I pray
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For every good subject doth long for the day
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The bells shall ring out, and the Conduits run wine,
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The bonfires shall blaze till our faces do shine
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And as the sparks fly
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Like Stars in the sky
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Lord succour, preserve him, and guide him, weel cry
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May all the rich blessing that ever were reckond
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Attend on the presence of King Charls the second.
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