A new song to the great comfort and rejoycing of all true English harts, at our most
Gracious King JAMES his Proclamation, upon the 24. of March last past in the
Cittie of London. To the tune of Englands pride is gone.
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SWeet England Rejoyce and sing,
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Lovingly: lovingly:
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God hath sent us now a King,
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Praised be him.
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Of King HENRIES Linage is he
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Princely borne by degree.
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A braver Prince cannot be,
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then is Noble King James.
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Queene Elizabeth she is gone,
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Gloriously: Gloriously:
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Up to an Angells Throne,
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ever to dwell.
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So prudent was her minde,
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So carefull and so kinde:
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All her State she hath assignd,
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to our Noble King James.
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Long ruled she this Land,
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Vertuously: Vertuously:
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King James now takes in hand,
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all the like care.
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He is our Royall King,
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And our Countrey will defend.
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A peacefull Raigne Sweet Jesus send,
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to our Noble King James.
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The Nobles of this our Land,
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faithfully: faithfully:
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Have set to their willing hands,
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All in deare love.
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Giving him his lawfull right,
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Sweet Englands Crowne so bright,
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Which makes our Hearts delight,
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to say God save King James,
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Ring out your Bels apace,
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merily: merily,
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Make Bone-fiers in every place,
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signes of true-love.
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For England doth now possesse,
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A King of true Noblenesse:
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Oh, let us love expresse,
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to our Noble King James.
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Fower Kingdomes now are knowne,
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rightfully: rightfully:
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To be King James his owne,
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peacefully still.
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Then what Prince or Potentate,
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With him dare make debate,
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Or envie at the state,
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of our noble King James.
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Other Landes will stand in feare
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dreadfully, dreadfully,
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When they his name shall heare
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all the world over.
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All Countries wel may sing
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England hath now a King
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Whose name doth honour win
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that's noble King James.
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Englandes faire Roses bud
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gallantly: gallantly:
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Long may his Princely bloode,
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Raigne in this Land
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Then Popery comes not heare,
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Hated of Prince and Peere
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All England loves thee deere,
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Noble King James.
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Gods gospell thou dost maintaine,
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Zealously: zelously:
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And all untruthes wilt disdaine
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vertuously still:
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Florish faire England then
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And all true Englishmen:
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Joyes are now come agen
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with noble King James.
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Gallant King, come apace,
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speedely: speedely:
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Thy Subjects would see thy Face
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shining in Court:
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Thy Nobles heare shalt thou finde
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Faithfull and true of minde
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And all thy Commons kinde
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noble King James.
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England now lives in peace,
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thankefully, thankefully,
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Good Lorde the same increase
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evermore still.
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Love we our King and Queene,
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Then shall our daies be seene
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Ever to flourish greene
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under King James.
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Pray wee for his Counsell grave
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Zealously, zealously.
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That they may true knowledg have.
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Concord and love.
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So shall our Countrey be,
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Graced with Victorie:
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Thus love we Loyally,
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Noble King James.
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