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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.

Ballad: When The King Comes Home In Peace Again

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common weal; Greed out of date, and cobblers that do prate Of wars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.

Ballad: I Love My King And Country Well

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 comfortless sway When none will obey; If the
King han't his right, which way shall we? They may vote and