A SONG in Commemoration of KING Charles the Second,
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YOU Britsh Souls that ever stood
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For the Church and Nations good
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I hope you'l not forget the day
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The happy Twenty ninth of May
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When Dick did loose the Game,
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And Glorious Charls came in,
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His subjects drooping hearts to Chear,
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Now a Health to General Monk
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Who did Confound the Rump,
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We will merry merry drink boys every Year.
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I'll tell the Game that he did run,
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When Charls the First they did dethrone,
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The Churches they did tumble down,
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The Cloak did over Rule the Gown,
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On Lords Estates they siz'd,
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And Plunder'd who they pleas'e,
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And like the Turks kept us in Fear.
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Now a health etc,
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Our Bishops they did send away,
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They was not Suffer'd for to pray
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For great Glorious Charls our King,
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'Twas Treason for to speak of him,
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This Prince of Royall Birth,
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Was of his Crown bereft
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And forst to hide in the Oak for fear
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Now a Health, etc.
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Upon the City Gates was seen,
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The Heads of many a Noble Man,
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Whom they thought disafected then,
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To Noll who did Protector Reign,
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Thus Brittains Land did Mourn,
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Weighting their Kings Return
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Each Loyal soul Posses'd with Fear,
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Now a Health etc.
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They burnt our books of Holy Prayer
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The bells did from the steeples tear
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The Man must dye that mov'd his Tongue,
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To wish King Charles upon the Throne,
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A Noble Lady Fair,
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Convey'd the King we hear
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Disguised like a little Page,
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Safely O're to France,
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He led the Whigs a Dance.
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When nothing but his blood would them Asswage
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The bloud-hounds they did loose their scent,
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When by the Oaken Tree they went,
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This was by Heavens great Decree,
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The King shoud thus Preserved be,
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Twlve Years was in Exile,
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Till Fortune it did smile
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The Heir was banished away,
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Now a Health etc.
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Monk Rouz'd up like a Lyon bold
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Resolving not to be contrould
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He'd loose his Life but he'd bring in,
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Charls his Sovereign Lord and King,
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And to the Nations Joy,
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He brought the wandring Boy,
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By the sound of a Trumpet and Loud Huzzas
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So a Health to General Monk,
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That did confound the Rump,
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We'll drink on the Twenty ninth of May
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Great Triumph thr'o the City Rung,
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Belconies was with Tapistree Hung,
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The Conduits did with Claret spring,
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Each subject thought himself a King,
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They wore the Royal Oak,
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A Grief unto the Cloak,
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Who Forced was to fly away,
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So a Health to General Monk,
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That did put down the Rump,
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We'll drink on the Twenty ninth of May
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So God Preserve the Church and state,
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And you that Thirst for Honous great,
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Strive not Kings for to Dethrone,
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State matters we will let alone,
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But theres no harm this day,
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The Tweaty ninth of May,
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To Commemorate our hearts to chear,
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To drink to General Monk,
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That did confound the Rump,
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Then merry merry be Boys E'ry Year.
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