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R222440 1 When the KING enjoys his Own again When the King Enjoys His Own Again When the KING enjoys his Own again ALL ye Heroes of the Land, / That desire for to know, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 General MONKS Welcome / (From the CITIE) to / WHITEHALL. General MONKS Welcome (From the CITIE) to WHITEHALL. General MONK'S Welcome (From the CITY) to WHITEHALL. 1660-1660

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ALL ye Heroes of the Land, That desire for to know, How the cause doth with us stand, Now our gates are laid so low, The truth of it is, His Lordship we misse, Yet for him we will alwaies pray. He's gone unto Whitehall, The Members to install, And to get for us all a jovial day. Had you but seen when as he came To enter at his Palace Gate, How many thousands rais'd his name, And said he was St. George the great, Welcome they cri'd, As if a new bride, At first was com'd to keep her Court; The Speaker he did grace His Lordship with the Mace, And in truth he had good reason fort. Protectors you do know we had, And learned Councils they did keep, Yet they ne're made our hearts so glad, But oft times caus'd us for to weep: But this noble Lord Doth comfort afford, To Pesant and Nobilitie; We'l celebrate his name, The World shall sound his fame, For he's the son of honestie. When we were ready for to fall To utter ruine, he came in, And by his goodnesse sav'd us all, And hath accomplished the thing Which we so song agone, By all means would 'ave done, Which was to have our Members in, That in last forty eight Were put unto flight From the house where they had ought t' have been.
joy ones heart to see his face, He looks so like a Solomon, Who hath regain'd us in small space From Styx to vertuous Helicon, We now do enjoy, There's none doth annoy Us, for we have our Represents In the House of Advice, Which can in a trice Stycle our greatst incontinents. Our noble Prince and all the rest, Which have so long been absent there, By's Excellence they are invest, Though it be afrer many a year Hath been run past, Yet now at the last, They come to sit wherein they should, Which makes me to think That as sure as we drink, That news perform'd the words of old: Which was, a thousand from the North Should come and reign in fifties place, That th' exil'd Thistle should have growth, And that the happy Rose should grace The Thistle exil'd Which so long by a wild, By violence was kept from their right. This our Monk he hath done, And their Title hath won, And brought them from the Land of night. So to conclude, thrice welcom may This English Champion welcom be, And live to see the glorious day Of friendship and of amity; Let him long reign, And his worthy Train Enjoy the Freedom of the Land, Jove blesse this our George From the Treacherous Forge Of every base Sectarian.
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