London and England Triumphant:
At the Proclaiming of King Charls the Second, by
both the Houses of Parliament, the Judges of the Land:
with the Lord Mayor, the Court of Aldermen, and Council of the
City, as it was performed with great Solemnity, and loud Acclama-
tions of joy by the people in general. May the 8th. 1660.
To the Tune of, I am a Jovial Batchelor.
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ENgland cast off thy mourning,
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redemption now draws neer
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The Sun begins to shine again
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and every thing looks clear,
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Thou now hast hit the mark at which
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thou hast so often aimd,
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For Royal Charls the Second
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is happily proclaimd.
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This is the greatest general Joy
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I think, that ever was,
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And as miraculous a day
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as ere was brought to pass,
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In less than six months time it was
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dangerous to have him namd,
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Yet now King Charls the Second, etc.
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A valiant and more virtuous Prince
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England could never boast
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Circled about with providence
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sent from the Lord of Hest
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Witness the scape at Worster,
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so worthy to be namd
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But good King Charls the Second, etc.
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Our wise Astrologers fore-told
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the King should nere come home
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Lilly and Booker were too bold
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to write a Prince his doom
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Twas not for want of ignorance,
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but now their Art is maimd,
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For good King Charls the Second, etc.
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shop-keepers might have shut up shops
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cause Trading did decay
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But since they are in better hopes
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they shut up shops for joy
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For now they shall have all things
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for which their wishes aimd
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Since Royal Charls the Second, etc.
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Our Schismaticks look sourely
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to see our cause of Joy
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If it did in their power lye
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they would the Cause destroy
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Their pride, their grand hypocristes
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and treacheries are tamd,
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Since Royal Charls the Second
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is Englands King proclaimd.
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The second part to the same Tune
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BUt our Loyal Nobility
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and Gentry too, may say,
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This is a great deliverance,
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just at the latter day,
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When as the King in sorrow sate
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and Kingdome was inflamd,
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God raisd him to a Throne of State
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For now the Kings proclaimd.
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The Royal Clergy have been starvd
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beheaded and undone,
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Whilst Weavers, and whilst Coblers did
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into their Pulpits run,
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Where Blasphemy was daily taught,
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and things not to be namd
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Till good King Charls the Second
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was royally proclaimd.
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The Law and sacred Gospel too
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were both Malignants grown
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They use our Lands, as if wee had
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no title to our own,
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Rebellion was a Babe of Grace
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and Loyalty was blamd
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Till good King Charls the Second
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was lawfully proclaimd.
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The Church of England was abusd
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grosly by such as those
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Our Apron Priests made mouths at us
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our Saints sung through the Nose,
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Beloved take up arms, they cryd
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and do as wee have framd,
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But now even in their height of pride,
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King Charls is new proclaimd.
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If Oliver and Bradshaw had
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but livd to see this day
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Without all doubt they would run mad
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and hang themselves for joy
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It was a dreadful danting
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but for to hear him namd.
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Oh! how theyd fall a canting
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to hear him King proclaimd.
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The Sun shone very brightly, yet
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the rain and hail did fly
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Which shews when lawful Sons do reign
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all hail the Heavens cry,
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The joyes of all the City
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were highly to be famd
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When Royal Charls the Second
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was lawfully proclaimd.
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With drum and trumpet, horse and foot
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and every Trained band
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As if they meant for to go tot
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gainst all that dare withstand
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God save the King, all people cryd
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as soon as hee was namd
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And thus King Charls the Second
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was royally proclaimd.
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God save the King, cry I too
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And Parliament also
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That Prince and people may unite
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and prosperously grow,
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God bless my good Lord General Monk
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may hee be ever famd.
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Who was the cause that good King Charls
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the Second is proclaimd.
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