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The loyal garland containing choice songs and sonnets of our late unhappy revolutions, very delightful and profitable, both to this present, and future ages / published by S.N. a lover of mirth.
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S. M.; S. N., lover of mirth.
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1673
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Wing M79B; ESTC R20011
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THE LOYAL GARLAND Containing choice Songs and Sonnets of our late unhappy Revolutions Very delightsul and profitable both to this present and future Ages Published by S N. A Lover of Mirtâ— The fourth Edition with Additions Fear God Honor the King 1 Pet. 2. 17. â— My son fear thou the LORD and the King and meddle not with them that are given to change Prov. 24. 21. London Printed by T. â— Johnson for T. Passenger at thâ— Thre Bibles on London-Bridge 167â— A Table of the Sonnets contained in this Book DEfacing of Whitehall The Loyal Soldier The Holly-bush The Independent Red-coat London Pamphleteers The Soldiers Delight The Time-server A Medley Loyalist and Round-head Gerards Mistriss The scornful Lover Upon an Act for Treason A Song upon a Recanting Lover Of Titulary Honor. The New Droll Upon the New-found Wells The silly Shepherd Upon the Goldsmiths Committee In praise of Brewers The Contest The fond Amotist On Women The satiated Lover A Love Riddle The loving Contest In praise of his Mistriss A Love-Song A Pastoral Song With the Answer Upon Charing-Cross A Song in derision of his Mistriss The Dominion of the Sword The sickle Lover A Mock-song Good Counsel The Blinde Zealor Full forty times over The Answer The Jovialists Coronation A Lovers Request The despairing Lover to his Mistriss Gather your Rose-buds The Muses courting Sack The Constant Lover The Loyal Prisoner The Maidens Complaint Canary's Coronation The Lovers Complaint Platonick Love Upon passionate Love The Womans Answer A Song upon Putt and Tick-tack Londons Gratulation to General Monck All hail to the days c I dote I dote A Pastoral Song A' Caveat for Maidens The Platonick Lover Loves Extasie The Husband-man and Serving-man A merry Medley The Resolute Lover Upon the Draining of the Fens A Song in praise of Canary The protecting Brewer Cromwel's Coronation A Medley of the Nations The Royalists Answer to Nay prithee don't flie me A Dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick. Englands Triumph The taking of Mardike The Re-resurrection of the Rump The Bulls Feather The merry Good-fellow The Levellers Rant THE LOYAL GARLAND Upon defacing of White-hall WHat Booker doth prognosticate Concerning Kings or Kingdoms state I think my self to be as wise As some that gazeth on the skyes My skill goes beyond the depth of a Pond Or Rivers in the greatest rain Whereby I can tell all things will be well When the King enjoys his own again 2. There 's neither Swallow Dove nor Dade Can soaâ— more high or déeper wade Nor shew a reason from the stars What causeth Peace or Civil Wars The man in the Moon may wear out his shoo'n By runing after Charls his Wain But all 's to no end for the times will not mend Till the King c. 3. Full forty years this Royal Crown Hath béen his fathers and his own And is there any one but He That in the same should sharers be For who better may the Scepter sway Thau he that hath such right to reign Then let 's hope for a peace for the Wars will not cease Till the King enjoys c. 4. Though for a time we sée White-hall With Cobweb-hangings on the wall In stead of gold and silver brave Which formerly 't was wont to have With rich perfume in every room Delightful to that Princely Train Which again shall be when the time you see That the King enjoys c. 5. Did Walker no predictions lack In Hammonds bloody Almanack Foretelling things that would ensue That all proves right if lies be true But why should not he the pillory foresée Wherein poor Toby once was ta'ne And also foreknow to 'th Gallows he must go When the King enjoys c. 6. Then avaunt upon thy hill My hope shall cast his Anchor still Vntill I sée some peaceful * Gen. Monck Dove Bring home the Branch I dearly love Then will I wait till the waters abate Which most disturbs my troubled brain Else never rejoyce till I hear the voice That the King enjoys his own again The Loyal Soldier WHen in the field of Mars we lye Amongst those Martial wights Who never daunted are to dye For King and Country's Rights As on Belona's God I wait her attendant be Yet being absent from my mate I live in misery 2. When lofty winds aloud do blow It snoweth hail or rain And Charon in his boat doth row Yet stedfast I 'le remain And for my shelter in some barn créep Or under some Hedge lye The Round-heads which strong Castles kéep Knows no such misery 3. When down in straw we tumbling lye With Morpheus charms asléep My heavy sad and mournful eye In security so déep Then do I dream within my arms With thá I sporting lye Then do I dread or fear no harms Nor féel no misery 4. When all my joys are thus compleat The Cannons loud do play The Drums alarum strait do beat Trumpet sounds Horse away Awake I then and nought can finde But death attending me And all my joys are vanisht quire This is my misery 5 When hunger oftentimes I féel And water cold do drink Yet from my Colours I 'le not steal Nor from my KING will shrink No Traitor base shall make me pield But for the Cause I 'le be This is my love pray Heaven to shield And fare wel misery 6. Then to'our Arms we straight do flie And forthwith marcth away Few Towns or Cities we come nigh Good liquor us deny In Letho déep our woes we stéep Our Loves forgotten be Amongst the Iovialists we Sing Hang up all misery 7. Propitious Fate then be more kinde Grim death lend me thy Dart O Sun and Moon and eks the Wind Great Jove take thou our part That of these Round-heads and these wars An end that we may sée And thy great Name wée'l all applaud And hang all misery The Holly-Bush CLear the eyes of the Watch Lazy sléep we dispatch From hence as far as Depâ—bford For your Flock-beds and your Feather Wée'l expose to the weather And hang all the shéets on the Bed-cord Then sleep sleep and enjoy your beds You quiet drowsie heads May the Furies of the night Scarlet Fleas you affright And pinch you black and yellow But the plump brawny Lowse Scorns the shelter of the house Oh! he 's the Soldiers fellow 2. Some the Night-more hath prest With a weight on their brest The returns of their breath cannot pass But with us the Tale is addle We can take off the saddle And turn out the Night-mare to grass Then sleep c. 3. Now no more will we hark To the charms of the Lark Nor the times of the early Thrush All the birds shall retire And submit to the Quire Of we boâ—es in the Holy-bush Then sleep c. 4. When the Countrey Lass With her Dayry doth pass Our joys no tongue can utter For we Centinel stand And exact by command The excize of her lips and butter Then sleep c. The