Englands Joyfull Holiday, or, St. Georges-Day,
holy Honoured, being the joyfull Solemnity, so long lookt for, of the Coronation of King CHARLS the Second, who was most highly attended by all his Dukes, Earls, Lords, and Barons, from the Tower, through the City to Westminster, where he was Crowned on St. Georges Day, being 23. of April:
To the Tune, The King enjoys his own again.
COme brave England, be of good cheare,
For into you I will declare,
Of the to fullest sight that e're was seen,
In the age of either King or Queen;
Of Earls and Lords in glittering gold,
With admiration to behold:
Then let us all rejoyce and sing,
For CHARLS the second is Crowned King.
He a [...]ter twelve Years banishment,
By wicked Traytors strong consent,
Thou [...]h some endeavoured by their wiles,
To keep him from us many miles:
The Lord hath Crost their bad intent;
Let such false hearts therefore repent:
Then let us rejoyce, and merrily sing,
For Charls the Second is Crown'd our King.
The Duke of Yorke with all his Traine,
And England's George don'ot still remain,
But all attend upon his Grace,
Each man according to his place
Shewes ioy of heart in every thing,
And each man shouts, God save the King.
Then let all true subjects rejoyce and sing,
For Charls the second is crown'd our King.
The glittering traine of Dukes and Earls
In glittering Cold, and costly Pearls,
With knights and Squires, attend we see
Upon his Grace, of Courage free;
And glad they are as all doe say,
To live too see this happy day;
With joy of heart they all doe sing,
For joy their Masters Crowned King.
The City they no cost doe spare
Their Loyalty for too declare
With Pagean [...] [...]ich, and brave attyre,
The bravery makes all admire:
A [...]d all the Companies on a row
Which doth their great affections [...]
And do rejoyce in every thing,
With joy of heart to grace the Ki [...]
The Second Part
to the same Tune
What joy of heart, we all expresse,
For to enioy such happinesse,
As the king upon the Throne to sit,
Who was long banisht from us, yet
The Lord hath brought him to his Crown,
And Scepter to sway in great renown:
Where he this day is to be seen,
In glorious manner Crowned King.
Let England then rejoyce with me,
That we this happy day doe see;
For cruelty shall surely scease,
And we again enjoy our Peace:
Let's strive to keep it in our hand;
And then t'will never depart the Land:
Then may we rejoyce and merrily sing,
For Charls the second is Crowned King.
Let Booker and Lilly be a shamed,
And all their knowledge much be blamed,
For Writing against the King and Crown,
And Prophesying the Clergie down:
For they we see, false Prophets are,
Though much made use of in the War.
Let us laugh at their folly, and let us sing,
For now his Grace is Crown'd our King.
This year of God, let us advance,
Which proves our great deliverance,
From Cruell Government of sword,
Which seldome doth regard Gods word,
Or cry of people in distress.
Though near so full of heaviness:
But let us rejoyce and merrily sing,
For Royal Charls is Crown'd our King.
There's York and Lancaster does rejoyce
Winchester and Worster raise their voice:
Lietchfield, Coventry and Darby Town,
Nottingham and Newark of great renown:
Lincoln and Lecester of high degree,
With Peterborough and Hull all glad to see:
They do clap hands, rejoyces and sing,
For joy that Charls is Crown'd our King.
Bristow, Bathe and Exeter,
Portsmouth and Plinmouth, seats of War,
Oxford and Cambridge, of great fame,
And many more that I'le not name;
Yet most of them doe shew great joy,
And sing a loud, Vive Le Roy;
In heart and minde, let all men sing,
For Charls the second is Crowned King
Let all Phanaticks have a care,
And keep out of the Devils snare,
For this great work the Lord hath down
In sending us the Gracious Son
Of him whom you with wrath did slay,
For which you have cause to mourn alway
But we will rejoyce and merrily sing,
For joy that he is now Crown'd our King.
God keep him safe from Treachery,
And all his good Nobility,
With happy daves, and a long Raigne,
The glorious Gospell to maintain,
That altogether may agree;
Then we joyfull times shall see:
Then that they may, let all men sing,
Amen, amen, God save the King.
London, Printed for Richard Burton at the Horse-shoe in Smithfield.