The second Part to the same Tune.
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THe Citizens brave,
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Both Yongmen and Grave,
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each in his plush and golden chain
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With their Trophes and Banners,
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In such gallant manners,
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the like scarce will be seen here again.
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Also the train'd bands,
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With weapons in hands,
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& the Muzle o' their Muskets held down
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To show their Allegiance,
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And ready obedience,
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they had to their king and his Crown
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Lords and Knights many score,
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Both behind and before,
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all to bring in our noble King,
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With their glittering swords,
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Resounding such words,
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which did us all comfort bring.
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The name of a King,
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It was such a thing,
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not used in days, of late,
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For we had commonwealth,
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Rak'd together by stealth
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but now its turn'd reprobate.
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Farewell Common-wealth,
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Who gain-d all by stealth
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and ruines of other men,
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Let you go where you will,
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My prayers shall be still,
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that you never come hither agen.
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Farwel the States Armes,
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With your Musicall charmes,
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how you came here, to me is a riddle?
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By Treason tis sure,
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With pretences demure,
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but now you may all go fiddle.
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For the Kings at White-hall,
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His brethren and all,
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where I hope th' Almighty'l protect them
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And punish such knaves,
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With halters and graves,
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that shall in the least retect them.
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All I say or sing,
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God bless our good King,
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and send him long for raign
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When all rogues are dispatcht,
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And from this world snatcht,
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then we shall live quietly again.
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