The Wellwishers to the ROYAL FAMILY.  
To a New Playhouse Tune.  

NOw the Tories, that Glories in Royal Jemmy's return,  
the Tavern shall roar it, and score it, your Caps and Bonnets burn:  
Let the Lads and Lasses set foot to foot in their turn;  
and he that passes, his Glasses, may he never scape the Horn:  
Royal james is come again,  
there's for Honest Men; Room again,  
the true Heir is come again;  
Fop-pretenders we scorn,  
then hay Boys laugh it, and quaff it  
let whigs and Zealots mourn.   

[2]  
Let Impeachers and Speechers  
be with the Authors pulled down;  
And all that Preaches or Teaches  
against the Heir of the Crown:  
No more the Zealous shall tell us  
of the Succession of the Throne;  
Till the Rebellious, so zealous,  
his Lawful Interest own:  
Monarchy is got up again,  
Every Man take his Cup again,  
Till we make the whigs stoop again,  
who our Peace would Enthral:  
And every Rebel that Libelled,  
do at his Footstool Fall.   

[3]  
Let's be Loyal and Joyal,  
spite of each Factious Cabal,  
Who daily Deny all, Defy all,  
that we can Loyalty Call;  
Who Smoking, and Soaking,  
with the return of the Rump,  
Sadly Looking, sit Croaking,  
to see it Wore a Stump;  
Then Set the Glass Round again,  
For our Time let's not spend in Vain,  
But let us now Drink A-Main,  
Fill it Up to the Brim:  
Come Round Boys le's Trowel it, and Bowl it  
till Our Joys they do swim.   

[4]  
For HIM Out Choices and Voices,  
shall all Hereafter be Free,  
Whilst each one Rejoices, our Noise  
shall Defend the Raging o'th' Sea;  
We'll Attend HIM, Befriend HIM,  
let Malice Vote what it will;  
Coin we'll Lend HIM, Defend HIM,  
〈◊〉 we'll Rejoice in HIM still:  
Then let Us no Mirth Refrain,  
Since that Now HE is Safe again,  
Well having Escaped the Main;  
From the Salt Waves set free,  
Then hay Boys Laugh it, and Quaff it,  
And let Us Merry be.   

[5]  
Though the Zealous, grow Jealous,  
and Create much Needless Fear,  
By which means they'd Drill Us, and Will Us  
like Themselves to Appear:  
But no Wonder, since Plunder,  
is That at which They do Aim,  
That the Whigs Wander under  
Religious Guile, which they Shame:  
But at last we have found them,  
And from their Bottom Unwound them,  
So that each Man may Sound them,  
and Laugh at the Old Cause,  
Which was the Ruin and Undoing,  
of King and Kingdoms Laws.   

[6]  
Then let's Rout 'em, and Flout 'em,  
who Rail at the Succession,  
That would Rout HIM whom We so Esteem,  
beyond all Expression:  
Fill Claret, whose for it?  
and let each Bumper go Round,  
Who doth Bar it, or Spare it,  
may he with Goat's Horns be Crowned:  
Here's a Health to the Duchess,  
Grant her Long Life, Health, & Riches  
And a Young Prince is all Our Wishes,  
whilst all the Factious Repine,  
Then come away with't, ne'er stay it,  
let no man Balk his Wine.   
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Brooksby, in West-smithfield, 1682.