The Loyal Subjects exultation, for the Coronation of King Charles the Second.  
To the Tune of, When the King comes home in Peace again.  
 

WHat Writers could Prognosticate  
Concerning England's happy fate?  
lily (I think) had little wit  
That night his threshold was besh it,  
his almanacs told  
King Charles never should  
Return to rule on English ground,  
but Lilly's a liar,  
like the Devil his Sire,  
For now our sovereign Charles is crowned.   

What's now become of Lambert's power,  
Alas he's Prisoner in the Tower:  
Better days will now ensue,  
Than ever yet poor England knew.  
then well may we sing  
for joy of our King,  
And in good Sack our sorrows drowned  
for Charles is returned,  
and the old Rump's burned,  
And now our sovereign Charles is crowned.   

Well may our hearts with jey abound,  
He that was twelve years lost is found,  
And they that once were in his palace,  
Have made their beds under the Gallows,  
for justice thought good,  
that such as thirst for blood,  
Should under go deaths cruel wound,  
and after did bring  
a Crown to the King,  
For now our sovereign Charles, &c.   

We saw a change on every side,  
The Rump revived when Cromwell died.  
And that Protector puppy Dick,  
They from his highness soon did kick.  
and down from her Throne,  
they tumbled old Joan,  
Whereby her grief did much abound,  
for a General stout  
Turned them also out,  
And now our Royal King is crowned.   

The second part,  
to the same Tune.  
 

ENgland was but a senseless trunk,  
Until she was restored by Monck,  
Who in despite of Rump and soldiers,  
Hath set her head upon her Shoulders.  
where long let it stand  
to rule and command  
And be throughout the world renowned  
let all honest men,  
say Amen, and Amen,  
For now our sovereign Charles is crowned.   

Welcome, welcome, happy light,  
The Sun ne'er saw a braver sight,  
Solomon was a wise Prince  
The like till now, was ne'er known since,  
let all tongues with joy  
cry Vive le roy,  
And cast their Caps upon the ground  
let him ever be sad  
that now is not glad,  
When as our sovereign, &c.   

The servingman of Mistress Lane,  
Is now our Lord and sovereign,  
He that stood by the kitchen fire  
Is now advanced a little higher,  
though skill he did lack  
to wind up the Jack,  
Yet wisdom in his heart was found,  
and Traitors must know  
though they then brought him low,  
That now most gloriously he's crowned.   

See how the loyal hearts prepare  
Their stately shows and Pageants rare  
The weeping Conduits now combine  
To turn their water into wine,  
and London appears  
(though stricken in years)  
Just like a Virgin fresh and gay,  
such comfort a King  
to his Subjects doth bring,  
Upon his Coronation day.   

Time was when we were stricken dumb,  
We might not pray (thy kingdom come)  
But now a glorious time we see,  
The Gods rejoice as well as we,  
the Nymphs of the floods,  
and they of the woods  
That wear the Livery of May,  
the Birds of the air  
their parts they did bear,  
Upon his Coronation day.   

Lord bless the King, and blast the hope  
Of all false hearts that love the Pope,  
And frustrate all the wicked plots  
Of the fanatics and the Scots,  
Oh may we increase  
in Plenty and Peace  
That after this blessed time we may  
in spite of all those  
that have been our foes,  
See many another happy day.    
FINIS.   

London printed for F. Grove on Snow-hill.   

Entered according to Order.