And thus conducted all along
Throughout the throng, still he did come
Unto White Hall;
Attended by those noble-men,
Bold heroes’ kin that brought him in
With the geneall;
Who was the man that brought him home
And placed him on his royal throne;—
’Twas General Monk did doe the thing,
So God preserve our gracious King,
Now the sacristan, etc.
ON THE KING’S RETURN.
By Alex. Brome.
Long have we waited for a happy end
Of all our miseries and strife;—
But still in vain;—the swordmen did intend
To make them hold for term of life:
That our distempers might be made
Their everlasting livelihood and trade.
They entail their swords and guns,
And pay, which wounded more,
Upon their daughters and their sons,
Thereby to keep us ever poor.
But when the Civil Wars were past,
They civil government invade,
To make our taxes and our slavery last,
Both to their titles and their trade.
But now we are redeem’d from all
By our indulgent King,
Whose coming does prevent our fall,
With loyal and with joyful hearts we’ll sing:
Welcome, welcome, royal May,
Welcome, long-desired Spring.
Many Springs and Mays we’ve seen,
Have brought forth what’s gay and green;
But none is like this glorious day,
Which brings forth our gracious King.