Good News for the Nation, Or,
The Citys joy and the Countries Happiness.
Plainly shewing the great satisfaction and content, that all Loyal Subjects do
injoy, by the new Election of members of Parliament, whom God preserve, and
direct, that they may Act for the good of their King, and Country, and the benifit
and Happiness of all true English Protestants.
Tune of Digbys farwel, Or Packintons pound.
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COme all loyal Subjects of every degree
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Lay sorrow aside and come listen to me,
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For we have good tydings of late come to town
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Our friends they shall rise and our foes be cast down,
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The Parliament House is again to be fill'd
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With brave sollid members all of them well skill'd,
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Then let us rejoyce with a Loyal consent,
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And all for the choice of our New Parliament.
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We need not to murmour but give God the praise
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For now we do hope for to see better dayes,
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Our fears they will vanish no more wee'l repine
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The Sun-beams of comfort upon us will shine,
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A Summer of joy is approaching at hand
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To bring satisfaction unto the whole land.
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Then let us rejoyce with a Loyal consent,
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And all for the choice of our New Parliament.
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Each City, and Burrough, and Corporate town
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Have chosen brave persons of gallant renown,
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Such men as have gained their Countryes love
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And from honest principles scorn for to move,
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The laws of the land they will bravely maintain
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And put all our Nation in order again,
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Then let us rejoyce with a Loyal consent
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And all for the choice of our New Parliament.
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'Twas fine in the Countrey to be at the choice
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When each man was free for to give in their voice,
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They whoop and they hollow they crowd & they pother
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Whiles some cryes for one man and some for another,
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They cast up their caps and they thunder about
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They rally a while and again they do shout.
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Then let us rejoyce with a Loyal consent
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And all for the choice of our New Parliament.
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The second Part to the same tune
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MArch beer and strong ale are as plenty that time.
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As if it were water, and so is good Wine,
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Where every freeholder doth take off his dish
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And each man doth Tipple and drink like a Fish,
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When they are well liquord to polling they go
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Their voices shall carry it it there must be so.
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Then let us rejoyce with a loyal consent
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And all for the choice of our New Parliament.
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When they have Elected they homeward repair
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Well pleas[']d with their pains and their noble good fare
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Now that they have chosen such men as will serve
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And seek the whole Nation in peace to preserve,
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They follow their callings without any fear
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And in their own houses injoy happy cheer.
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Then let us, etc.
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Now what can our enemies say in this case
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Whilest that we have union in so high a place,
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No difference in Parliament after shall be
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Like peaceable members they all shall agree:
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Their votes they shall pass and good laws they shall stand
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And all they shall Act for the good of the land.
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Then let us, etc.
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The Papists they now may despair of their hope
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And send up these tydings to Rome to the Pope,
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They now have no friends in the House for to sit
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We have no occasion for them nor their wit,
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Their plots and contrivances now will be found
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Though carried on never so deep under Ground.
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Then let us, etc.
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Then cheer up good Neighbours and be not dismaid
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We now are in hopes for to have a brisk trade,
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By Sea and by Land there imployment will be
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That all in their Stations may live happily
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For those that have money shall not be in fear
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For to lay it out now the coast it is clear.
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Then let us, etc.
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Though we have been wearied with troubles & fears
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We now shall have time for to wipe off our tears,
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Since by this great blessing we are in the way
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Again to live happy whoever says nay:
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God bless our good King and defend him from wrong,
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That he may in safety reign over us long,
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And let us rejoyce with a loyal consent
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And pray for the good of our New Parliament.
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