Poem by Alexander Brome

On the Kings Return

1.

LOng have we waited for a happy End
Of all our miseries and strif;
But still in vain; the Sword-men did intend,
To make them hold for term of Life;
That our distempers might be made,
Their everlasting livelihood and trade.

2.

They entayle their Swords and Guns,
And pay, which wounded more,
Upon their Daughters and their Sons,
Thereby to keep us ever poor.

3.

And when the Civil wars were past,
They civil Government envade,
To make our taxes, and our slavery last,
Both to their titles, and their trade.

4.

But now we are redeem'd from all,
By our Indulgent King;
Whose coming does prevent our fall;
With loyal and with joyful hearts we'l sing.

Chorus.

Welcome, welcome royal May,
Welcome long desired Spring,
Many Springs and Mays we've seen,
Have brought forth what's gay and green;
But none is like this glorious day,
Which brings forth our Gracious King.

1. To his Mistress (LAdy you'l wonder when you see)
2. To his Mistress (WHy dost thou frown my dear, on me?)
3. The Leveller
4. The Reformation
5. The Saints Encouragement

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