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<HEAD>The Loyal Subjects exultation, for the Coronation of King Charls the Second.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, When the King comes home in Peace again.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>WHat Writers could Progno&s;ticate</L>
<L>Concerning <HI>Englands</HI> happy fate?</L>
<L><HI>Lilly</HI> (I think) had little wit</L>
<L>That night his thre&s;hold was be&s;h it,</L>
<L>his Almanacks told</L>
<L>King <HI>Charls</HI> never &s;hould</L>
<L>Return to rule on Engli&s;h ground,</L>
<L>but <HI>Lilly</HI>'s a Lyer,</L>
<L>like the Devil his Sire,</L>
<L><HI>For now our Soveraign Charls is crown'd.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What's now become of <HI>Lamberts</HI> power,</L>
<L>Alas b&eacute;e's Pri&s;oner in the Tower:</L>
<L>Better days will now en&s;ue,</L>
<L>Than ever yet poor <HI>England</HI> knew.</L>
<L>then well may we &s;ing</L>
<L>for joy of our King,</L>
<L>And in good Sack our &s;orrows drown'd</L>
<L>for <HI>Charls</HI> is return'd,</L>
<L>and the old <HI>Rump's</HI> burn'd,</L>
<L><HI>And now our Soveraign Charls is crown'd.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Well may our hearts with jey abound,</L>
<L>He that was twelve years lo&s;t is found,</L>
<L>And they that once were in his Pallace,</L>
<L>Have made their beds under the Gallows,</L>
<L>for Iu&s;tice thought good,</L>
<L>that &s;uch as thri&s;t for blood,</L>
<L>Should under go deaths cruel wound,</L>
<L>and after did bring</L>
<L>a Crown to the King,</L>
<L><HI>For now our Soveraign Charls, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>We &s;aw a change on every &s;ide,</L>
<L>The Rump reviv'd when <HI>Cromwel</HI> dy'd.</L>
<L>And that Protector puppy <HI>Dick,</HI></L>
<L>They from his Highne&s;&s;e &s;oon did kick.</L>
<L>and down from her Throne,</L>
<L>they tumbled old <HI>Joan,</HI></L>
<L>Whereby her grief did much abound,</L>
<L>for a General &s;tout</L>
<L>turn'd them al&s;o out,</L>
<L><HI>And now our Royal King is crown'd.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L><HI>ENgland</HI> was but a &s;en&s;le&s;&s;e trunck,</L>
<L>Untill &s;he was re&s;tor'd by <HI>Monck,</HI></L>
<L>Who in de&s;pight of Rump and Souldiers,</L>
<L>Hath &s;et her head upon her Shoulders.</L>
<L>where long let it &s;tand</L>
<L>to rule and command</L>
<L>And be throughout the world renown'd</L>
<L>let all hone&s;t men,</L>
<L>&s;ay Amen, and Amen,</L>
<L><HI>For now our Soveraign Charls is crown'd.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Welcome, welcome, happy light,</L>
<L>The Sun ne'r &s;aw a braver &s;ight,</L>
<L><HI>Solomon</HI> was a wi&s;e Prince</L>
<L>The like till now, was ne'r known &s;ince,</L>
<L>let all tongues with joy</L>
<L>cry <HI>Vive le roy,</HI></L>
<L>And ca&s;t their Caps upon the ground</L>
<L>let him ever be &s;ad</L>
<L>that now is not glad,</L>
<L><HI>When as our Soveraign, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Serving-man of Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Lane,</HI></L>
<L>Is now our Lord and Soveraign,</L>
<L>He that &s;tood by the kitchin fire</L>
<L>Is now advanc'd a little higher,</L>
<L>though skill he did lack</L>
<L>to wind up the Iack,</L>
<L>Yet wi&s;dome in his heart was found,</L>
<L>and Traitors mu&s;t know</L>
<L>though they then brought him low,</L>
<L><HI>That now mo&s;t gloriou&s;ly hee's crown'd.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>S&eacute;e how the loyal hearts prepare</L>
<L>Their &s;tately &s;hows and Pageants rare</L>
<L>The w&eacute;eping Conduits now combine</L>
<L>To turn their water into wine,</L>
<L>and <HI>London</HI> appears</L>
<L>(though &s;triken in years)</L>
<L>Iu&s;t like a Virgin fre&s;h and gay,</L>
<L>&s;uch comfort a King</L>
<L>to his Subjects doth bring,</L>
<L><HI>Upon his Coronation day.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Time was when we were &s;tricken dumb,</L>
<L>We might not pray (thy Kingdome come)</L>
<L>But now a glorious time we &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>The Gods rejoyce as well as w&eacute;e,</L>
<L>the Nymphs of the floods,</L>
<L>and they of the woods</L>
<L>That wear the Livery of <HI>May,</HI></L>
<L>the Birds of the ayre</L>
<L>their parts they did bear,</L>
<L><HI>Upon his Coronation day.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lord ble&s;s the King, and bla&s;t the hope</L>
<L>Of all fal&s;e hearts that love the Pope,</L>
<L>And fru&s;trate all the wicked plots</L>
<L>Of the Phanaticks and the Scots,</L>
<L>Oh may we increa&s;e</L>
<L>in Plenty and Peace</L>
<L>That after this ble&s;t time we may</L>
<L>in &s;pight of all tho&s;e</L>
<L>that have b&eacute;en our foes,</L>
<L><HI>See many another happy day.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>London printed for <HI>F.</HI> Grove on Snow-hill.</P>
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