AN EXIT TO THE EXIT TYRANNUS: OR, Upon Erasing that Ignominious and Scandalous Motto, which was set over the place where KING CHARLES the First Statue stood, in the royal Exchange, LONDON.  
To the Tune of I made a Voyage into France, &c.  

1  
AFter cursed Traitors damned rage  
At length is come that happy age  
Wherein our hopes are crowned,  
Our griefs are turned to joys, and all  
Our miseries and sorrows shall  
Be in Canary drowned.   

2  
Thrice happy night which black as thee  
Hast caused that Hell black doom to be  
Made by a Tyrant Crew,  
When to fulfil the devilish lust  
They'd make it seem both good and just  
That they their sovereign slew.   

3  
'Twas not enough with them to draw  
Their Sword against the KING and Law  
To Rob and steal and Plunder,  
'Twas not enough to act all Treason  
Pretending still religious reason  
This was in them no wonder.   

4  
'Twas not enough they had destroyed  
Our KING, to make our name abroad  
A mock and scorn to be,  
But to add further to our shame  
At home they blast his glorious name  
With marks of Tyranny.   

5  
Cursed Generation of Hams tribe  
Their wickedness to him ascribe  
And seek his fame to taint,  
Of whom it justly might be cried  
He was a Martyr when he died  
And whilst he lived a Saint.   

6  
To palliate their seditious acts  
They charge him with those odious facts  
Which they themselves commit,  
And 'cause they had by their own fault  
Both Church and State to ruin brought  
He must be cause of it.   

7  
Exit Tyrannus up they set  
As if the kingdom than did get  
By this their Liberty,  
When as indeed from this their crime  
The Nation well might date the time  
Of real tyranny.   

8  
We since have found their zealous tones  
Have caused our true and real groans  
We see their Good old Cause,  
Was only made for a pretence  
To banish all our freedom hence  
And overthrow our laws.   

9  
Oh CHARLES that Exit which they put  
Up o'er thy Statues Head was but  
An entrance to our Woe,  
That fatal Axe which thee divorced  
From us, our happiness hath forced  
Into the Grave to go.   

10  
But blessed be Providence that we  
This happy Night have lived to see  
Wherein for all their spite,  
We see some hope that at the length  
The kingdom may recover strength  
And thou regain thy right.   

11  
Thy fame no more shall be defaced  
But with these glorious titles graced  
Which are due to thy merit,  
Nor shall the babbling Rout now dare  
To exclaim against thee in their prayer  
Or curse thee by the spirit.   

12  
Nor is't our happiness alone  
Thy disgrace is wiped out o'th' stone  
But does proceed yet farther,  
Brave Monk has given an exeunt too  
To those these Nations did undo  
And did commit thy murder.   

13  
Go on brave George, and as before  
Our Nation to her right restore  
Call in the lawful heir,  
Speak but an entrance to our KING,  
And none but will thy praises sing  
And bless thee in their prayer.   
FINIS.