The Cavalier Songs and Ballads of England from 1642 to 1684. Various

And is there any one but he

       That in the same should sharer be?

       For who better may the sceptre sway

       Than he that hath such right to reign?

       Then let’s hope for a peace, for the wars will not cease

       Till the King enjoys his own again.

      [Did Walker no predictions lack In Hammond’s bloody almanack? Foretelling things that would ensue, That all proves right, if lies be true; But why should not he the pillory foresee, Wherein poor Toby once was ta’en? And also foreknow to the gallows he must go When the King enjoys his own again?] [1]

      Till then upon Ararat’s hill

       My hope shall cast her anchor still,

       Until I see some peaceful dove

       Bring home the branch I dearly love;

       Then will I wait till the waters abate

       Which now disturb my troubled brain,

       Else never rejoice till I hear the voice

       That the King enjoys his own again.

WHEN THE KING COMES HOME IN PEACE AGAIN.

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      From a broadside in the Roxburghe Collection of Ballads. It appears to have been written shortly after Martin Parker’s original ballad obtained popularity among the Royalists, and to be by another hand. It bears neither date nor printer’s name; and has “God save the King, Amen,” in large letters at the end.

      Oxford and Cambridge shall agree,

       With honour crown’d, and dignity;

       For learned men shall then take place,

       And bad be silenced with disgrace:

       They’ll know it to be but a casualty

       That hath so long disturb’d their brain;

       For I can surely tell that all things will go well

       When the King comes home in peace again.

      Church government shall settled be,

       And then I hope we shall agree

       Without their help, whose high-brain’d zeal

       Hath long disturb’d the common weal;

       Greed out of date, and cobblers that do prate

       Of wars that still disturb their brain;

       The which you will see, when the time it shall be

       That the King comes home in peace again.

      Though many now are much in debt,

       And many shops are to be let,

       A golden time is drawing near,

       Men shops shall take to hold their ware;

       And then all our trade shall flourishing be made,

       To which ere long we shall attain;

       For still I can tell all things will be well

       When the King comes home in peace again.

      Maidens shall enjoy their mates,

       And honest men their lost estates;

       Women shall have what they do lack,

       Their husbands, who are coming back.

       When the wars have an end, then I and my friend

       All subjects’ freedom shall obtain;

       By which I can tell all things will be well

       When we enjoy sweet peace again.

      Though people now walk in great fear

       Along the country everywhere,

       Thieves shall then tremble at the law,

       And justice shall keep them in awe:

       The Frenchies shall flee with their treacherie,

       And the foes of the King ashamed remain:

       The which you shall see when the time it shall be

       That the King comes home in peace again.

      The Parliament must willing be

       That all the world may plainly see

       How they do labour still for peace,

       That now these bloody wars may cease;

       For they will gladly spend their lives to defend

       The King in all his right to reign:

       So then I can tell all things will be well

       When we enjoy sweet peace again.

      When all these things to pass shall come

       Then farewell Musket, Pick, and Drum,

       The Lamb shall with the Lion feed,

       Which were a happy time indeed.

       O let us pray we may all see the day

       That peace may govern in his name,

       For then I can tell all things will be well

       When the King comes home in peace again.

I LOVE MY KING AND COUNTRY WELL.

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      From Songs and other Poems by Alex. Brome, Gent. Published London 1664; written 1645.

      I love my King and country well,

       Religion and the laws;

       Which I’m mad at the heart that e’er we did sell

       To buy the good old cause.

       These unnatural wars

       And brotherly jars

       Are no delight or joy to me;

       But it is my desire

       That the wars should expire,

       And the King and his realms agree.

      I never yet did take up arms,

       And yet I dare to dye;

       But I’ll not be seduced by phanatical charms

       Till I know a reason why.

       Why the King and the state

       Should fall to debate

       I ne’er could yet a reason see,

       But I find many one

       Why the wars should be done,

       And the King and his realms agree.

      I love the King and the Parliament,

       But I love them both together:

       And when they by division asunder are rent,

       I know ’tis good for neither.

       Whichsoe’er of those

       Be victorious,

       I’m sure for us no good ’twill be,

       For our plagues will increase

       Unless we have peace,

       And the King and his realms agree.

      The King without them can’t long stand,

       Nor they without the King;

       ’Tis they must advise, and ’tis he must command,

       For their power from his must spring.

       ’Tis a