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A poem on the happy return of His Royal Highness from Scotland.
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1680
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Wing P2695; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[164]; ESTC R37100
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A POEM ON THE HAPPY RETURN OF His ROYAL HIGHNESS FROM SCOTLAND IS Royal James return'd and are we dumb Display your joy by Sack Beer Ale and Mum Let every Street be drunk with Ale or Wine For joy to welcome home the Royal Line Who can his joy who can his gladness smother When he beholds Great James the King 's own Brother Guns bid him welcome with a thund'ring noise His very presence should beget our Joys Trumpets shou'd sweetly sound for his return Whilst Scotland for his absence now doth mourn Bells ring aloud and shake the very Steeple Let mirth and joy come from all sorts of people Bonfires burn high like that in Leic'ster-fields For his Return our joy and triumph yields Drums make a noise Musick of ev'ry sort Eccho from City Suburbs Town and Court Scotland receiv'd him gladly ev'ry tongue Was ready for to sing a welcome Song Shall they lament his absence shall not we Cry Welcome Duke of Tork and Albany Their sorrow ought to be our great delight We have the Sun of joy they Clouds of night None but a factious Brood can now be sorry At th' appearance of this Son of Glory The King and Countrey 's Friends will shout for joy And cry Let JAMES long live and Viv'le Roy. Some of the whining Race will be as sad As ev'ry true-bred Protestant is glad Those that do hate a King will loath this Prince I know 't is now as it was some years since They never will let 's see a smiling face Till some damn'd Noll usurps the Royal Place Wou'd some Geneve-man come take the Crown And tread the Royal Stemm and Off-spring down Wou'd any Canting Cobler take the Throne And give them leave to lie to sigh and groan To damn the Common-pray'r and curse the King I do not doubt but then this Sect would sing Were Angels Kings I know this factious Brood Would hate to be in any pleasing mood The very name of King they loath and hate Witness the Martyrdom at White-hall-gate But let them pine to see your Highness here To ev'ry true-bred Subject you are dear We will rejoyce and let the Kingdom know The hearty love we to your Highness owe. Our Trading's dull our Kingdom is divided We are no longer able to abide it The Factious Party daily threaten Wars And now we hope you will destroy those jars If courting will not with this sort prevail Then they must quickly hear another Tale Their head-strong necks must buckle to the stroaks Of the intreaty of some stubborn Oaks Are they grown King-proof let the Rabble know The due Allegiance that such Subjects owe. But stay my angry Muse me-thinks I hear That some begin to love and others fear I wish that you to us wou'd reconcile And make Great Britain the most happy Isle Wou'd you fear God honour the Royal Line Then you might eat the Fruit of your own Vine Your morsel wou'd be sweet plenty and peace Wou'd overtake you and your discords cease What! do you itch for Wars are your Dads rotten Or are their cruel bloody Deeds forgotten What tumults rapines murders and disorders Did lately fill our most inhumane Borders Read but the Civil Wars and you will sing Welcome great James unto our Sacred King Peace be to you to us and all the Land And may no foe in opposition stand May all that strive against the King and Crown Like Jezabel be hurled head-long down Thus you wou'd sing and pray with one consent And of your past unkinduesses repent Forget your malice faithful Subjects prove Then Charles and James wou'd both receive y' in love Like Mouse and Frog the King and Commons 'gree And the French Kite their Discords glad to see But as you 're fearful to be made a prey Know 't is your interest now to obey FINIS LONDON Printed by N. T. Anno Domini 1680 79. 25. Feb