The cursed Presbyterian crew
Was then put to the flight,
Some did fly by day,
And others run by night.
In barns and stables they did cant,
And every place they could;
He made them remember
The spilling royal blood.
So let, etc.
May God for ever
Bless the Church and Crown,
And never let any subject strive
The King for to dethrone.
May Churchmen ever flourish,
And peace increase again;
God for ever bless the King,
And send him long to reign.
So let, etc.
THE JUBILEE,
OR
THE CORONATION DAY.
From Thomas Jordan’s “Royal Arbor of Loyal Poesie,” 12mo, 1664. Mr Chappell states—“As this consists of only two stanzas, and the copy of the book, which is now in the possession of Mr Payne Collier, is probably unique, they are here subjoined.”
Let every man with tongue and pen
Rejoice that Charles is come agen,
To gain his sceptre and his throne,
And give to every man his own;
Let all men that be
Together agree,
And freely now express their joy;
Let your sweetest voices bring
Pleasant songs unto the King,
To crown his Coronation Day.
All that do thread on English earth
Shall live in freedom, peace, and mirth;
The golden times are come that we
Did one day think we ne’er should see;
Protector and Rump
Did put us in a dump,
When they their colours did display;
But the time is come about,
We are in, and they are out,
By King Charles his Coronation Day.
THE KING ENJOYS HIS OWN AGAIN.
(1661.)—From Hogg’s Jacobite Relics.
Whigs are now such precious things,
We see there’s not one to be found;
All roar “God bless and save the King!”
And his health goes briskly all day round.
To the soldier, cap in hand, the sneaking rascals stand,
And would put in for honest men;
But the King he well knows his friends from his foes,
And now he enjoys his own again.
From this plot’s first taking air,
Like lightning all the Whigs have run;
Nay, they’ve left their topping square,
To march off with our eldest son:
They’ve left their ’states and wives to save their precious lives,
Yet who can blame their flying, when
’Twas plain to them all, the great and the small,
That the King would have his own again?