Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages (Volume 3) (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1841 Excerpt: ... A raven to supply their need, Whose martyrdom (like noble seed) Sprung up at length and choak't the weed, God send, &c. The king and kingdoms debts defray'd, And those of honest men well pay'd, To which their vertue them betray'd, God send, &c. Increase of customes to the king May our increase of traffick bring, 'Tis that will make the people sing Long live, &c. London, Printed for Robert Crofts, at the Crown, in Chancery Lane, 1661. A COUNTREY SONG, INTITULED THE RESTORATION. May 1661. This ballad forms an appropriate conclusion to our volume. It is taken from the twentieth volume of the folio broadsides. Come, come away To the temple, and pray, And sing with a pleasant strain; The schismatick's dead, The liturgy's read, And the king enjoycs his own again. T The vicar is glad, The clerk is not sad, And the parish cannot refrain To leap and rejoyce, And lift up their voyce, That the king enjoyes his own again. The countrey doth bow To old justices now, That long aside have been lain; The bishop's restor'd, God is rightly ador'd, And the king enjoyes his own again. Committee-men fall, And majors-generall, No more doe those tyrants reign; There's no sequestration, Nor new decimation, For the king enjoyes the sword again. The scholar doth look With joy on his book, Tom whistles and plows amain; Soldiers plunder no more, As they did heretofore, For the king enjoyes the sword again. The citizens trade, The merchants do lade, And send their ships into Spain; No pirates at sea To make them a prey, For the king enjoyes the sword again. The old man and boy, The clergy and lay, Their joyes cannot contain; 'Tis better then of late With the church and the state, Now the king enjoyes the sword again. Let's render our praise For these happy dayes, To God and our soverei...