This may chance a warning be
(If e’er the saints will warning take)
To leave off hatching villany,
Since they’ve seen their brother at the stake:
And more must mounted be (which God grant we may see),
Since juries now are honest men:
And the King lets them swing with a hey ding a ding,
Great James enjoys his own again.
Since they have voted that his Guards
A nuisance were, which now they find,
Since they stand between the King
And the treason that such dogs design’d;
’Tis they will you maul, though it cost them a fall,
In spight of your most mighty men;
For now they are alarm’d, and all Loyalists well arm’d,
Since the King enjoys his own again.
To the King, come, bumpers round,
Let’s drink, my boys, while life doth last:
He that at the core’s not sound
Shall be kick’d out without a taste.
We’ll fear no disgrace, but look traitors in the face,
Since we’re case-harden’d, honest men;
Which makes their crew mad, but us loyal hearts full glad,
That the King enjoys his own again.
A COUNTRY SONG, INTITULED THE RESTORATION.
(May, 1661.)—From the twentieth volume of the folio broadsides, King’s Pamphlets.
Come, come away
To the temple, and pray,
And sing with a pleasant strain;
The schismatick’s dead,
The liturgy’s read,
And the King enjoyes his own again.
The vicar is glad,
The clerk is not sad,
And the parish cannot refrain
To leap and rejoyce
And lift up their voyce,
That the King enjoyes his own again.
The country doth bow
To old justices now,
That long aside have been lain;
The bishop’s restored,
God is rightly adored,
And the King enjoyes his own again.
Committee-men fall,
And majors-generall,
No more doe those tyrants reign;
There’s no sequestration,
Nor new decimation,
For the King enjoyes the sword again.
The scholar doth look
With joy on his book,
Tom whistles and plows amain;
Soldiers plunder no more
As they did heretofore,
For the King enjoyes the sword again.