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<HEAD>A POEM ON THE HAPPY RETURN OF His ROYAL HIGHNESS FROM SCOTLAND.</HEAD>
<L>IS Royal <HI>James</HI> return'd, and are we dumb?</L>
<L>Di&s;play your joy by Sack, Beer, Ale, and Mum;</L>
<L>Let every Street be drunk with Ale or Wine</L>
<L>For joy, to welcome home the Royal Line.</L>
<L>Who can his joy, who can his gladne&s;s &s;mother,</L>
<L>When he beholds Great <HI>James,</HI> the King's own Brother?</L>
<L>Guns bid him welcome with a thund'ring noi&s;e;</L>
<L>His very pre&s;ence &s;hould beget our Joys:</L>
<L>Trumpets &s;hou'd &s;weetly &s;ound for his return,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Scotland</HI> for his ab&s;ence now doth mourn.</L>
<L>Bells ring aloud, and &s;hake the very Steeple;</L>
<L>Let mirth and joy come from all &s;orts of people:</L>
<L>Bonfires burn high, like that in <HI>Leic'&s;ter-fields,</HI></L>
<L>For his Return, our joy and triumph yields.</L>
<L>Drums make a noi&s;e, Mu&s;ick of ev'ry &s;ort</L>
<L>Eccho from City, Suburbs, Town, and Court</L>
<L><HI>Scotland</HI> receiv'd him gladly, ev'ry tongue</L>
<L>Was ready for to &s;ing a welcome Song.</L>
<L>Shall they lament his ab&s;ence? &s;hall not we</L>
<L>Cry <HI>Welcome Duke of Tork and Albany?</HI></L>
<L>Their &s;orrow ought to be our great delight,</L>
<L>We have the Sun of joy, they Clouds of night.</L>
<L>None but a factious Brood can now be &s;orry</L>
<L>At th'appearance of this Son of Glory.</L>
<L>The King and Countrey's Friends will &s;hout for joy,</L>
<L>And cry, <HI>Let JAMES long live,</HI> and <HI>Viv'le Roy.</HI></L>
<L>Some of the whining Race will be as &s;ad,</L>
<L>As ev'ry true-bred Prote&s;tant is glad.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that do hate a King will loath this Prince;</L>
<L>I know 'tis now as it was &s;ome years &s;ince.</L>
<L>They never will let's &s;ee a &s;miling face,</L>
<L>Till &s;ome damn'd <HI>Noll</HI> u&s;urps the Royal Place.</L>
<L>Wou'd &s;ome <HI>Geneve-man</HI> come take the Crown,</L>
<L>And tread the Royal Stemm and Off-&s;pring down:</L>
<L>Wou'd any Canting Cobler take the Throne,</L>
<L>And give them leave to lie, to &s;igh and groan,</L>
<L>To damn the Common-pray'r and cur&s;e the King;</L>
<L>I do not doubt but then this Sect would &s;ing.</L>
<L>Were Angels Kings, I know this factious Brood</L>
<L>Would hate to be in any plea&s;ing mood:</L>
<L>The very name of King they loath and hate,</L>
<L>Witne&s;s the Martyrdom at <HI>White-hall-gate.</HI></L>
<L>But let them pine to &s;ee your Highne&s;s here;</L>
<L>To ev'ry true-bred Subject you are dear:</L>
<L>We will rejoyce, and let the Kingdom know</L>
<L>The hearty love we to your Highne&s;s owe.</L>
<L>Our Trading's dull, our Kingdom is divided,</L>
<L>We are no longer able to abide it.</L>
<L>The Factious Party daily threaten Wars,</L>
<L>And now we hope you will de&s;troy tho&s;e jars:</L>
<L>If courting will not with this &s;ort prevail,</L>
<L>Then they mu&s;t quickly hear another Tale;</L>
<L>Their head-&s;trong necks mu&s;t buckle to the &s;troaks</L>
<L>Of the intreaty of &s;ome &s;tubborn Oaks.</L>
<L>Are they grown King-proof? let the Rabble know</L>
<L>The due Allegiance that &s;uch Subjects owe.</L>
<L>But &s;tay, my angry Mu&s;e, me-thinks I hear,</L>
<L>That &s;ome begin to love and others fear</L>
<L>I wi&s;h that you to us wou'd reconcile,</L>
<L>And make <HI>Great Britain</HI> the mo&s;t happy I&s;le.</L>
<L>Wou'd you fear God, honour the Royal Line,</L>
<L>Then you might eat the Fruit of your own Vine;</L>
<L>Your mor&s;el wou'd be &s;weet, plenty and peace</L>
<L>Wou'd overtake you, and your di&s;cords cea&s;e.</L>
<L>What! do you itch for Wars? are your Dads rotten,</L>
<L>Or are their cruel bloody Deeds forgotten?</L>
<L>What tumults, rapines, murders, and di&s;orders</L>
<L>Did lately fill our mo&s;t inhumane Borders?</L>
<L>Read but the Civil Wars, and you will &s;ing,</L>
<L><HI>Welcome great James unto our Sacred King:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Peace be to you, to us, and all the Land,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And may no foe in oppo&s;ition &s;tand;</HI></L>
<L><HI>May all that strive again&s;t the King and Crown,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Like</HI> Jezabel, <HI>be hurled head-long down.</HI></L>
<L>Thus you wou'd &s;ing and pray with one con&s;ent,</L>
<L>And of your pa&s;t unkindue&s;&s;es repent;</L>
<L>Forget your malice, faithful Subjects prove,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Charles</HI> and <HI>James</HI> wou'd both receive y' in love.</L>
<L>Like Mou&s;e and Frog the King and Commons 'gree,</L>
<L>And the <HI>French</HI> Kite their Di&s;cords glad to &s;ee:</L>
<L>But as you're fearful to be made a prey,</L>
<L>Know 'tis your intere&s;t now to obey.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>N. T.</HI> <DATE><HI>Anno Domini</HI> 1680/79. <ADD>25. Feb:</ADD></DATE></P>
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