The praise of the merry Month of MAY; In which our royal Prince Charles was born, which graced that Month, and made glad the hearts of all true and free born Subjects of England.  
Come Passengers and hear what I shall say,  
In the praise of the merry Month of May  
For in that month our sovereign Charles was born.  
Which many years exiled hath lived forlorn  
Each Creature in this month rejoice and sing  
With heart, and cry God preserve the KING.  
The Tune is, Prince Charles Birth day, or the Subjects hearts to cheer.  
 
 

NOw welcome in thou sweetest month of May,  
Fresh beauties doth with thee partake,  
Love makes with thee a solemn Holiday,  
All hearts rejoice for Charles' sake;  
Hearts ease will grow  
To mssery and woe.  
On the twenty nine it doth appear.  
King Charles was born I understand  
And his Subjects do now report  
That in this month hée'l come to Court,   

his subject's heart● to cheer.   

Thou art sweet May the Month of Majesty.  
Right dear art thou, and so is he,  
Even like to a tractive Sympathy,  
So pleasing all thy beauties be,  
All flowers fair  
With colours rare.  
Now doth our glorious Star appear,  
Which long hath been out of the Land,  
Every meadow flows with Balm,  
Harmonious Birds sing such a psalm,   

and Charles our hearts will cheer.   

This Month did first bring forth this nymph of ours  
In him shall last our Lands fair Spring,  
He crowned shall be with Garlands of flowers,  
The which are ever flourishing.  
Angels attend  
Him to def●●●  
An● Nations now both far and near,  
Shall blaze on t●y antiquity,  
Great joy shall ●hen be on the Seas,  
And English m●●●●all live at ease,   

for Charles 〈◊〉 ●●arts will cheer   

Sweet Ros 〈…〉 of the Garden, Queen of flowers,  
And bea●●●●● 〈…〉 irest Charaer,  
The swe●test musk-Child of the Springs young hours,  
Best jewel that the earth doth wear,  
In Gardens green  
Shall now be seen,  
England's great King like form doth bear  
Even now the illustrious sun draws near  
It shows that beauties Rose indeed  
Now in this age shall them excóed.   

for Charles our hearts will cheer.   
 

EAirly shall rise the cheerful mounting Lark,  
That doth in merry notes delight,  
Then gently stint a while, my pen and hark,  
And learn of her for to indite,  
And then complete  
Will be his seat,  
When he doth mount into his Sphere,  
Exceeding great in worth and fame,  
Will be his name so much renow'nd,  
When he over this Land is crowned.   

his subjects hearts to cheer.   

love's chorister that sits amidst the thorn,  
(The Nightingale so sweet a singer)  
Records his same from Even until Morn,  
More than Apollo's voice or finger,  
Doth sweetly sing  
of Charles our King,  
For he our cloudy day will clear.  
Heaven never had a Star more bright,  
Like to the purest form of gold,  
Not to corrupt till heaven wax clear,   

our heavy hearts to cheer,   

He is a pious Prince and fit to reign,  
By love he'll rule more than by law  
And all our rights he will so well maintain  
Whereby our hearts to him we'll draw,  
We shall have peace  
And wars shall cease,  
And vanished shall be all fear,  
Reward doth sit in his right hand,  
In his left hand wherein should be,  
Nought but the sword, sits Clemency,   

his subjects hearts to cheer,   

If we can learn how many drops it rain●,  
Or count their numbers numberless,  
Or sum up the many flowers and August's grains;  
Then we his virtues may express,  
He's so divine  
That he doth shine  
Like unto Phoebus in his Sp 〈…〉 ts,  
In all the Regions under heaven,  
There's not a Prince more fit to reign,  
That will our rights so well maintain.   

our heavy hearts to cheer.   

Princes of Europe, earth's sweet Paradise,  
Enter into this Pilgrimage,  
Let all thy Kings that would learn to be wise  
Sail hither and observe his age,  
His loyalty  
None can deny  
His actions wise his title is clear,  
Europe affords not a wiser Prince  
All there Nations to con●ent,  
With the King and Parliament:   

Our heavy hearts to cheer.   

Sweet MAY as first in thee this flower did spring,  
And was unto perfection brought,  
So once more send us in our lawful King,  
Which we honour in deed and thought.  
We will him Crown  
With much renown.  
For why he is out sovereign dear,  
That he once more in peace may reign,  
The Bells shall Ring, and we will sing  
For joy, and cry GOD save the KING.   

and this our hearts will cheer.