The countryman VIVE Le ROY.  
OR, His joyful Exaltation for King CHALES his Restoration, In a Dialogue between DICK a ploughman, and JACK a Shepherd.  
With Jack's Epigram upon England's Grand traitor.  Dick. 
COme, Jack shake off thy old disguise,  
Of clouded Brows and marry eyes.  
Now mourn no more, for what is past  
Our griefs have found a cure at last.  
For now the youth in every Street,  
As they do one another meet,  
With hearts full f●aught, and Loyal joy  
Echo and sing Vive Le Roy.  Jack. 

My sorrows are so great and fixed  
And with ●uch heavy Causes mixed,  
My heart with grief is so oppressed  
No joy must ha●bour in my breast;  
My dearest friend was snatched away  
By Tigers, wolves and beasts of prey,  
By who●e most Savage overthrow,  
My heart is made the seat of woe.   

For want of whom my flocks ●o stray  
And by the beast do still decay,  
Those few which yet are left behind,  
Rob●d of their Fleeces I do find,  
My Lambs lie slain before my face,  
My sel● am scorned and in disgrace,  
My g●iefes are helpless, till with joy  
I shall hear sung Vive Le Roy.   Dick. 

I was at London th'other day,  
And sure 'twas in the month of May,  
When the whole City seemed to me  
By the great flame on fire to be.  
Then as I passed a little higher,  
I found the people's hearts on fire,  
Whose zealous flames expressed with joy,  
And Caps flung up, Vive Le Roy.   

Still as I passed along no note,  
Was heard that day from any throat,  
But what did Loyalty exp●esse,  
And their great joy for his success,  
Unto his Royal throne, the mi●th  
Was greater now then at his birth,  
For every Age and Sex, and Boy  
Speak nothing but Vive Le Roy.   Jack. 
Dick welcome home for thou dost tell,  
Such news which fits my humour well,  
My flocks will now with safety feed,  
And when they've yeaned their lambkin's breed,  
Free from the danger of the beast,  
Safe under his protection rest,  
For whose Return lets sing for joy,  
With heart and voice Vive Le Roy.  Dick. 
Jack now the case is altered quit,  
And we shall all enjoy our Right,  
Now we shall have no cause to fear,  
The plundering wolf, or killing Bear.  
Our Labours now will sweetened be,  
With wished content and Unity,  
For which we may rejoice and sing,  
With heart and voice God save the King.  Jack. 
Arcadia now's restored to Rest  
Which was by Tyrants sore oppressed,  
My little Lambs skip o'er the plain,  
Which were by tigers well nigh slain,  
Forgetful of their former woe,  
Securely wander to and fro,  
Which on my Oaten pipe for joy,  
makes me to play Vive Le Roy.  Dick. 
Our Horses now return at night,  
Acquitted of the soldiers fright,  
For neither they of late, nor we,  
Are led into Captivity.  
We keep our poultry and our kine,  
Now that is thine and this is ●ine,  
For which whilst I hold plough my Boy,  
Shall whistle out Vive Le Roy.  Jack. 
Now while my Lambkins feed and play,  
I can securely wast the day,  
And to avoid the heat of Sol  
With pretty Nancie or kind Dol.  
Sport in some shade: my Flocks return  
I need not fear the wolf's in's urn,  
For which let every Arcadian Boy  
Rejoice and sing, Vive Le Roy,  Dick. 
Come Jack let's go and take a sup,  
And drown old sorrows in a Cup,  
Of brownest Ale that we can find,  
For to restore our drooping mind.  
Bring thou thy Dol: I'll bring my Nan  
And frolic it with Cake and Can,  
we'll make our girls no more be coy,  
But laugh and sing, Vive Le Roy.  Jack. 
I like the motion of my friend,  
I'll fold my Flock, and thee attend,  
To mother Mab's old tippling-house  
Where we will take a smart carouse  
Of he brown nappy Stuff, till we  
Are full of Ale and Loyalty.  
we'll drown all care and swell with joy,  
Laugh, quaff and sing Vive Le Roy.  Dick. 
Co●e Frank strike up a merry strain  
Since the King enjoys his own again,  
When we see our long wished for King,  
Let B●nfi●es flame, and the Bells ring.  
Fill a full Cup, I'll drink a round,  
My heart doth as my Cups abound.  
A health to our King, pledge all with joy.  
heaven's bless the King, Vive Le Roy.  

Their wish.  
Make haste (Great Sir) to our Arcadian Plain,  
And bless this Island with your beams again,  
heaven grant that never such another night,  
As we have felt since we did lose the Light  
May Cloud us any more, O may the Sun  
Still shine upon us, and our Day ne'er done  
May the sun's influence of thy fair beams,  
Give storè unto out Plains, Life to our Streams.  
So shall our Flocks yield us a good en●re●se  
When Plenty's ushered in by welcome Peace.  
Long may you live King of th' Arcadean Land,  
And we learn to obey what you Command.    

In Cromwillum Regicidum.  

Ad mortem Domirum male prodi●it Iscariotes  
Cromwellique dolo Rex bo●us inter●it  
Convenere pares solo hoc discrimine Judas  
Obtinuit meritas, non tulit ille cruces,   
Englished thus.  

Judas betrayed his Sove●eign Lord to death,  
By Cromwell's fraud a good King lost his breath,  
Only in this these traitor's different be,  
Judas was justly hanged, so was not he.    

London, Printed for J. Jones, 1660.