The King and Kingdoms joyful Day of Triumph.
OR,
The Kings most Excellent Majesties Royal and Triumphant coming to London,
accompanied by the ever Renowned, his Excellency the Lord General Monck,
and an numerous company of his Royal Peers, Lords, Knights,
Citizens, and Gentry, who conducted his Royal Majesty
in Honour and Triumph from Dover to London.
To the Tune of, The Scottish Lady, or, Ill tide that cruel peace that gaind a War on me.
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KIng Charles he now is Landed,
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to ease his Subjects moan;
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Those that are faithful handed
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he takes them for his own:
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Oh he is our Royal Sovereign King,
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And is of the Royallest Off spring,
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Peace and plenty with him hel bring,
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And will set us free
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from all vexations,
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and great taxations,
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woe and misery,
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And govern all these Nations
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with great tranquility.
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Lord General of fair England
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marcht forth to meet the King,
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To entertain him when he did Land,
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and to London him did bring;
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He is the worthy Man of Might
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That doth both King and Countrey right,
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In whom God and man taketh delight:
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For surely he
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well doth understand
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what he doth take in hand;
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and most discreetly
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He doth his warlike Troops commmand,
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renownd to Posterity.
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The Trumpets bravely sounded,
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the Kings Return again,
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With joy their hearts abounded
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the King to entertain:
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Aloud they sounded forth his praise,
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Englands Glory for to raise;
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For God is just in his wayes
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Assuredly:
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most hearts then were glad,
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no man seeming sad,
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the bravest day that ever came,
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We happy by our King are made,
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to his eternal fame,
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The Citizens of London
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with a most pompous Train,
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For evermore hath praise wone,
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his favour for to gain,
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Gailantly marched out of the Town
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To King Charless Royal Renown,
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In peace to bring him to the Crown
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Richly attired:
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by the Lords perswasion
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after the richest fashion
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greatly admired;
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The chiefest in this Nation,
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whose hearts with joy are fired.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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THen many brave Noblemen
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All most gallant and brave,
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Marched out of the Town then;
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both valiant, wife, and grave,
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Counting it a most delightful thing
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For to honour Charles our Royal King,
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And to the Crown him in peace to bring:
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desiring he
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now might be Crowned,
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and still Renowned
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to posterity,
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On whom fortune had frowned
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for his sincerity.
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Many thousands of Horsemen,
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then marched ore the Plain,
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For to defend King Charles then,
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and him to entertain:
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Their Horses went prancing along,
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When they were the rest among,
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And seemd to dance amidst the Throng
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So merrily;
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seeming to be glad,
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they that journey had:
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they marcht on most,
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They were neither heavy nor sad,
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but went delightfully.
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Their Riders richly tired
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in costly Cloth of Gold,
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Their journey so required,
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most rich for to behold:
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Oh it was the most glorious sight,
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And did my heart so much delight,
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That I could not forbear but write.
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They were such gallant Blades,
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and so richly drest,
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as cannot be exprest,
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they were most bonny Lads,
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All malice they did d[?]test,
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they were such brave Comrades.
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Each Regiment from other
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known by their sevral notes,
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As plainly it did appear,
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and was all in Buff-Coats:
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And in silken Scarfs all of green,
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With Hats ahd Feathers to be seen,
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Most rich as well I ween,
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Were these brave men:
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England did never
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see the like ever
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but may again
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They marched most courageous,
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the King to entertain
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And this doth these Lands rejoyce,
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and all that in them live,
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Even both with hearts and voice,
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and thanks to God do give,
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Which restored unto us our King,
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And Usurpers down did fling:
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Freedom unto us to bring;
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We shall be free
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from all Exilements
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and ill Revilements,
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we and our posterity
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Shall have our full enjoyments,
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and happy dayes shall see.
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