Great Bittains' joy, AND Good News for the NETHERLANDS.  
By an Honourable Peace Concluded betwixt England and Holland, upon the 9 th'. of February, which was proclaimed in Holland upon the 24 th'. day with all imaginable Joy, and in London upon the 28 th'. day of the same Month, the Lo●d Mayor and Aldermen being present, with the Heralds at arms in their formalities, with five of the King's Maces, besides my Lord Mayor's: and many thousands of people thronging to express their joy for so great 〈…〉 as all true Subjects shall reap thereby.  
Tune of, Digbies Farewell.  
 
 

COme all Loyal Subjects I pray you draw near,  
For here is glad tidings your hearts for to cheer,  
Now England and Holland doth shake hands again,  
No more we shall thump it upon the salt Main,  
The Pike, and the Musket, the Trumpet, and Drum,  
Shall all be laid by, now the business is done;  
Then let no more Wars in our Nation be named,  
For now to our comfort the Peace is Proclaimed.   

The last February the twenty fourth day,  
In Holland the Peace was Proclaimed, and they say,  
Such loud acclamations of joy there was shown,  
The like in that Country before ne'er was known,  
From th' highest to th' lowest their joys did abound,  
Their sorrows in Brandy most freely they drowned:  
Then, etc.   

The twenty eight day, here in London likewise,  
We had it proclaimed with shouts and with cries,  
The Show it was splendid as  it could be,  
And all things performed with great gallantry,  
The Streets and Balconies so thronghed they were,  
That happy was he could come nigh for to hear;  
Then, etc.   

The rest of the day was concluded with joy,  
The Bells in all Parishes rung merrily,  
The Bonfire flames mounted up to the skies,  
And plenty of liquor was every man's prize,  
The Rich and the poor did all play their parts,  
For all were concerned, there was no sad hearts;  
Then let no more wars in our Nation be named  
For now to our comfort a 〈…〉   

Our Merchantmen now they may freely spread sail  
And Trade to the Indies with a merry gale,  
The Pickaroon Capers no more they need fear,  
The Seas shall be quiet, and all shall be clear,  
With costly rich lading they shall return back,  
And bring our young Ladies fine toys which they lack,  
Then let no more Wars in our Nation be named,  
For now to our comfort the Peace is proclaimed.   

The Shopkeepers they shall have Trading good store,  
And money more plentiful be then before,  
Their Wares they shall buy at an easier rate,  
And have better times for to get an estate;  
Likewise the poor Tradesmen no more shall be sad,  
For he shall have work enough to make him glad:  
Then, etc.   

The Countryman no more shall complain,  
For he shall have money come in for his Grain,  
Their Rents shall be easy, and wealth it shall flow,  
And they be encouraged to blow and to sow,  
Nay, that which is more, all their joys to increase,  
Before it be long their great Taxes will cease:  
Then, etc.   

Poor men shall no more be afraid of a Press,  
Nor forced to leave Children and Wife in distress,  
They need not hereafter in holes for to lurk,  
But boldly and freely may follow their work,  
The Seamen and Soldiers their limbs shall not lose:  
But briskly and merrily drink of their house:  
Then, etc.   

All neighbouring Nations shall likewise rejoice,  
with whom we have commerce for wares that are choice.  
We shall not repine now for want of a Trade,  
Which late in this Nation so much was decayed,  
For plenty and peace they do always agree,  
And produce good times, and days of jubilee:  
Then, etc.   

Then welcome sweet Peace to our Albion shore,  
I hope dreadful Wars shall mo●est us no more,  
The fruits of our labour with joy we shall reap,  
And that which was dear we sh●ll now have it cheer;  
Then let us praise God that such blessings doth bring,  
And always prove loyal and true to our King;  
And let no more Wars in our Nation be named,  
For now to our comfort the Peace is proclaimed.    

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.