EBBA 37297
British Library - Bagford
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AN EXIT
TO THE
EXIT TYRANNUS:
OR,
Upon Erasing that Ignominious and Scandalous Motto, which
was set over the place where KING CHARLES
the First Statue stood, in the Royall Exchange,
LONDON.
To the Tune of I made a Voyage into France, etc.
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AFter curs'd Traitors damned rage
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At length is come that happy age
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Wherein our hopes are crown'd,
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Our griefes are turn'd to joyes, and all
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Our miseries and sorrowes shall
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Be in Canary drown'd.
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Thrice happy night which black as thee
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Hast caus'd that Hell black doom to be
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Made by a Tyrant Crew,
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When to fulfill the Divellish lust
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They'd make it seem both good and just
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That they their Soveraigne slew.
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'Twas not enough with them to draw
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Their Sword against the KING and Law
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To Rob and Steale and Plunder,
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'Twas not enough to act all Treason
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Pretending still religious reason
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This was in them no wonder.
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'Twas not enough they had destroy'd
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Our KING, to make our name abroad
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A mock and scorn to be,
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But to adde further to our shame
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At home they blast his glorious name
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With markes of Tyranny.
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Curst Generation of Hams tribe
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Their wickednesse to him ascribe
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And seek his fame to taint,
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Of whom it justly might be cride
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He was a Martyr when he di'd
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And whilst he lived a Saint.
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To palliate their seditious acts
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They charge him with those odious facts
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Which they themselves commit,
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And 'cause they had by their own fault
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Both Church and State to ruine brought
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He must be cause of it.
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Exit Tyrannus up they set
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As if the Kingdome then did get
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By this their Liberty,
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When as indeed from this their crime
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The Nation well might date the time
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Of reall Tiranny.
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We since have found their zealous tones
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Have caus'd our true and reall grones
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We see their Good old Cause,
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Was only made for a pretence
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To banish all our freedome hence
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And overthrow our Lawes.
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Oh CHARLES that Exit which they put
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Up ore thy Statues Head was but
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An entrance to our Woe,
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That fatall Axe which thee divorc'd
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From us, our happinesse hath forc'd
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Into the Grave to goe.
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But bless'd be Providence that we
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This happy Night have liv'd to see
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Wherein for all their spight,
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We see some hope that at the length
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The Kingdome may recover strength
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And thou regaine thy right.
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Thy fame no more shall be defac'd
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But with these glorious titles grac'd
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Which are due to thy merit,
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Nor shall the babling Rout now dare
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To exclaime against thee in their prayer
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Or curse thee by the spirit.
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Nor is't our happinesse alone
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Thy disgrace is wip't out o'th stone
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But does proceed yet farther,
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Brave Monk has given an exeunt too
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To those these Nations did undoe
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And did commit thy murder.
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Goe on brave George, and as before
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Our Nation to her right restore
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Call in the lawfull heyre,
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Speake but an entrance to our KING,
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And none but will thy praises sing
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And blesse thee in their prayer.
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