Church government shall settled be,
And then I hope we shall agree
Without their help, whose high-brain’d zeal
Hath long disturb’d the common weal;
Greed out of date, and cobblers that do prate
Of wars that still disturb their brain;
The which you will see, when the time it shall be
That the King comes home in peace again.
Though many now are much in debt,
And many shops are to be let,
A golden time is drawing near,
Men shops shall take to hold their ware;
And then all our trade shall flourishing be made,
To which ere long we shall attain;
For still I can tell all things will be well
When the King comes home in peace again.
Maidens shall enjoy their mates,
And honest men their lost estates;
Women shall have what they do lack,
Their husbands, who are coming back.
When the wars have an end, then I and my friend
All subjects’ freedom shall obtain;
By which I can tell all things will be well
When we enjoy sweet peace again.
Though people now walk in great fear
Along the country everywhere,
Thieves shall then tremble at the law,
And justice shall keep them in awe:
The Frenchies shall flee with their treacherie,
And the foes of the King ashamed remain:
The which you shall see when the time it shall be
That the King comes home in peace again.
The Parliament must willing be
That all the world may plainly see
How they do labour still for peace,
That now these bloody wars may cease;
For they will gladly spend their lives to defend
The King in all his right to reign:
So then I can tell all things will be well
When we enjoy sweet peace again.
When all these things to pass shall come
Then farewell Musket, Pick, and Drum,
The Lamb shall with the Lion feed,
Which were a happy time indeed.
O let us pray we may all see the day
That peace may govern in his name,
For then I can tell all things will be well
When the King comes home in peace again.
I LOVE MY KING AND COUNTRY WELL.
From Songs and other Poems by Alex. Brome, Gent. Published London 1664; written 1645.
I love my King and country well,
Religion and the laws;
Which I’m mad at the heart that e’er we did sell
To buy the good old cause.
These unnatural wars
And brotherly jars
Are no delight or joy to me;
But it is my desire
That the wars should expire,
And the King and his realms agree.
I never yet did take up arms,
And yet I dare to dye;
But I’ll not be seduced by phanatical charms
Till I know a reason why.
Why the King and the state
Should fall to debate
I ne’er could yet a reason see,
But I find many one
Why the wars should be done,
And the King and his realms agree.