England's Joyful Holiday, or, St. Georges-Day,  
holy Honoured, being the joyful Solemnity, so long looked for, of the Coronation of King CHARLES 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. George's Day, being 23. of April:  
To the Tune, The King enjoys his own again.  
 King Charles II  


COme brave England, be of good cheer,  
For into you I will declare,  
Of the to fullest sight that e'er 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 rejoice and sing,  
For CHARLES the second is Crowned King.    

He a●ter twelve Years banishment,  
By wicked Traitors strong consent,  
Though some endeavoured by their wiles,  
To keep him from us many miles:  
The Lord hath Crossed their bad intent;  
Let such false hearts therefore repent:  

Then let us rejoice, and merrily sing,  
For Charles the Second is Crowned our King.    

The Duke of York with all his Train,  
And England's George don'ot still remain,  
But all attend upon his Grace,  
Each man according to his place  
Shows joy of heart in every thing,  
And each man shouts, God save the King.  

Then let all true subjects rejoice and sing,  
For Charles the second is crowned our King.    

The glittering train 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 do say,  
To live too see this happy day;  

With joy of heart they all do sing,  
For joy their Masters Crowned King.    

The City they no cost do spare  
Their Loyalty for too declare  
With Pagean●●ich, and brave attire,  
The bravery makes all admire:  
A●d all the Companies on a row  
Which doth their great affections 〈◊〉  

And do rejoice in every thing,  
With joy of heart to grace the Ki●●     

The Second Part  
to the same Tune  
 
 

What joy of heart, we all express,  
For to enjoy such happiness,  
As the king upon the Throne to sit,  
Who was long banished from us, yet  
The Lord hath brought him to his Crown,  
And Sceptre to sway in great renown:  

Where he this day is to be seen,  
In glorious manner Crowned King.    

Let England then rejoice with me,  
That we this happy day do see;  
For cruelty shall surely scease,  
And we again enjoy our Peace:  
Let's strive to keep it in our hand;  
And than 'twill never departed the Land:  

Then may we rejoice and merrily sing,  
For Charles 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 Clergy 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 Crowned our King.    

This year of God, let us advance,  
Which proves our great deliverance,  
From Cruel Government of sword,  
Which seldom doth regard God's word,  
Or cry of people in distress.  
Though near so full of heaviness:  

But let us rejoice and merrily sing,  
For Royal Charles is Crowned our King.    

There's York and Lancaster does rejoice  
Winchester and Worster raise their voice:  
Lietchfield, Coventry and Derby Town,  
Nottingham and Newark of great renown:  
Lincoln and Leicester of high degree,  
With Peterborough and Hull all glad to see:  

They do clap hands, rejoices and sing,  
For joy that Charles is Crowned our King.    

Bristol,  and Exeter,  
Portsmouth and Plinmouth, seats of War,  
Oxford and Cambridge, of great fame,  
And many more that I'll not name;  
Yet most of them do show great joy,  
And sing a loud, Vive Le Roy;  

In heart and mind, let all men sing,  
For Charles the second is Crowned King    

Let all fanatics have a care,  
And keep out of the Devil's 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 always  

But we will rejoice and merrily sing,  
For joy that he is now Crowned our King.    

God keep him safe from Treachery,  
And all his good Nobility,  
With happy daves, and a long Reign,  
The glorious Gospel to maintain,  
That altogether may agree;  
Then we joyful times shall see:  

Then that they may, let all men sing,  
Amen, amen, God save the King.    By me O. G.   

London, Printed for Richard Burton at the Horse-shoe in Smithfield.