General MONKS Welcome
(From the CITIE) to
WHITEHALL.
To the Tune of, When the KING enjoys his Own again.
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ALL ye Heroes of the Land,
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That desire for to know,
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How the cause doth with us stand,
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Now our gates are laid so low,
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The truth of it is,
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His Lordship we misse,
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Yet for him we will alwaies pray.
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He's gone unto Whitehall,
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The Members to install,
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And to get for us all a jovial day.
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Had you but seen when as he came
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To enter at his Palace Gate,
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How many thousands rais'd his name,
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And said he was St. George the great,
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Welcome they cri'd,
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As if a new bride,
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At first was com'd to keep her Court;
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The Speaker he did grace
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His Lordship with the Mace,
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And in truth he had good reason fort.
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Protectors you do know we had,
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And learned Councils they did keep,
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Yet they ne're made our hearts so glad,
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But oft times caus'd us for to weep:
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But this noble Lord
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Doth comfort afford,
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To Pesant and Nobilitie;
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We'l celebrate his name,
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The World shall sound his fame,
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For he's the son of honestie.
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When we were ready for to fall
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To utter ruine, he came in,
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And by his goodnesse sav'd us all,
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And hath accomplished the thing
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Which we so song agone,
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By all means would 'ave done,
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Which was to have our Members in,
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That in last forty eight
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Were put unto flight
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From the house where they had ought t' have been.
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joy ones heart to see his face,
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He looks so like a Solomon,
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Who hath regain'd us in small space
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From Styx to vertuous Helicon,
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We now do enjoy,
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There's none doth annoy
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Us, for we have our Represents
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In the House of Advice,
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Which can in a trice
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Stycle our greatst incontinents.
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Our noble Prince and all the rest,
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Which have so long been absent there,
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By's Excellence they are invest,
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Though it be afrer many a year
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Hath been run past,
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Yet now at the last,
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They come to sit wherein they should,
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Which makes me to think
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That as sure as we drink,
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That news perform'd the words of old:
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Which was, a thousand from the North
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Should come and reign in fifties place,
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That th' exil'd Thistle should have growth,
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And that the happy Rose should grace
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The Thistle exil'd
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Which so long by a wild,
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By violence was kept from their right.
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This our Monk he hath done,
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And their Title hath won,
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And brought them from the Land of night.
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So to conclude, thrice welcom may
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This English Champion welcom be,
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And live to see the glorious day
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Of friendship and of amity;
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Let him long reign,
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And his worthy Train
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Enjoy the Freedom of the Land,
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Jove blesse this our George
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From the Treacherous Forge
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Of every base Sectarian.
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