Good News for England:
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The Peoples Triumph.
Then lets be joyful, and in heart content,
To see our King united with the Parliament.
Long live CHARLES the Second.
To the Tune of, Bodkins Galliard.
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DArk clouds and storms did hide the glorious sun
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With Planets evil twas eclipsed round;
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But now the light to us again is come,
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King Charles the second glorious shall be Crownd:
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Then praise his name that did such comfort bring,
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Lets do the same, and welcome home our King.
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Welcome sweet Charles, thrice welcome to thy own,
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Though Fortune base upon thy Grace did frown,
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We thy poor Subjects uttered many a groan
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In City, Countrey, and in every Town:
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But now hes come, lets all rejoyce and sing,
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Thrice welcome home to Charles our Royal King.
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Full many a year this Nation hath been sad,
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For want of trading thousands were undone,
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But now rejoyce, and in your hearts be glad,
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Good tidings to our Land again is come:
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Bonefires blazd, the Bells abroad did ring,
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To bid welcome home to Charles our Royal King.
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All sorts of Tradesmen as I understand,
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They now are glad that late were grieved sore;
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Such gallant tidings is so near at hand,
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Our King is safely arrived on our Shore:
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Fair London City with acclamations ring,
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To welcome home the second Charles our King.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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THe Royalists they have sequestred been,
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And banisht were beyond the Seas a space;
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But now in England theyl again be seen,
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Accompanying of his Royal Grace:
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Their Lands they shall again with speed enjoy,
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Which makes them cry aloud, Vive le Roy.
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Brave General Monck the Lord preserve and bless,
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For he hath brought unto this Land content;
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And in his actions grant him good success,
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For uniting of our King and Parliament:
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All people now have cause to rejoyce and sing,
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And bid welcome home to Charles our Royal King.
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The Aldermen in gallant pomp did ride
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With their golden Chains to meet his royal Grace;
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The Common Council, and every man beside,
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Their hearts did leap to see his sacred face:
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The Cannons from the Tower did bravely ring,
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To welcome home the second Charles our King.
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The Royal Seamens heart are filld with joy,
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With Flags and Streamers piercing to the Sky;
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They to his Grace will be a safe Convoy,
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Long live his Majesty is all their cry:
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Their thundring Guns will make the Ecchoes ring,
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To welcome home the second Charles our King.
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The Irish they in Usquebath doth sing,
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And makes a Bog within their jovial brain,
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With drinking healths unto our noble King;
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Such joyful news with comfort to obtain:
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The Scots for joy their Bonnets up doth fling,
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With heart & voice bids welcome home their King.
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The Dutch are joyful, and the Welch more glad,
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To see at length such happy tidings come;
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They now are merry that before were sad,
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To meet his Royal Grace doth thousands run:
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Whose sight is sweet, then lets rejoyce and sing
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With voices meek, bid welcome home our King.
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Come Dick, come Tom, come Hmphrey, Ralph, & Ned,
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Leave off the Plough, hang working for a week;
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Come Margery, Nancy, Eedy, and sweet Peg,
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Bring forth your Garlands deckt with flowers sweet
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As Birds rejoyce to usher in the Spring,
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With melodious voice bid welcome home our King.
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Thus to conclude the ending of my Song,
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I for King Charles most heartily will pray;
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God bless the Dukes, and all to them belong,
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And keep them safe until their dying day:
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If any here be offended at my Song,
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I wish with all my heart they had nere a tongue.
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