The Cavaliers Comfort; OR, Long lookt for will come at last.
Here's good news from Sea now sent to the Shore,
And good news on Land, so what would you have more.
To the Tune of
The King injoys his own again.
CHéer up your hearts, and be not afraid,
all you that faithful served the King,
What though you long have bin dismayd,
good news I now intend to bring:
Let sorrows depart,
And chéer up your heart,
and think not on your troubles past:
Lets pray for the King,
And merrily sing,
long lookt for may now come at last.
The first good news I shall unfold,
I'm sure 'twill make you all full glad,
'Tis news of money I am told,
I hope it will not make you mad,
The old Cavaliers,
Shall have their arrears,
and some content for their service past.
This is truth I declare,
Then do not dispair,
long lookt for now will come at last.
Your sufferings long hath bin tis known,
asham'd I am for to expresse,
Some part already hath bin shown,
and yet no comfort nor redresse,
But now coms the time,
Then do not repine,
for long you have not to endure:
Such want and poverty,
For your Faith and Loyalty,
long lookt for now will come be sure.
In every County of the Land,
Commissioners will fit be sure,
To hear and for to understand,
what hands each Souldier can procure,
And if they have bin,
True to the King,
and for him stood still firm and fast,
Then to their deserts,
They shall have thier parts,
long lookt for then will come at last.
But let no turn-coats then appear,
for if they do 'twill be in vain,
Nor no dissembling Cavalier,
they must be frée from any stain,
For if they be found,
They once turned round,
Then all their time they'l spend in wast,
None must appear,
Then for Cavalier
but he that stood for the King to the last.
The second part,
to the same Tune.
MOre news I have to tell you here,
I hope 'twill give you all content,
Our Royal Quéen they say is néer,
upon the Seas she now is bent,
Her flée 's under Sail,
With a brave gallant gale,
God send them a fair and plesant blast,
And safe with the King,
That we may all sing
long lookt for now 'tis come at last.
The King with all his Noble train,
prepared is to goe likewise,
In Royal pomp to entertain.
his Consort, and to solemnize,
That happy day,
Where in we may,
With voices loud be heard and séen,
With one accord.
Crabe all of the Lord,
to blesse our gracious King and Queen.
A happy moneth of
May we had,
when as our King to
London came,
It made all faithful subjects glad,
I hope this will produce the same:
There is no fear,
But this happy year,
will make amends for many past
Content let us be,
And then we shall sée,
long lookt for now will come at last.
For to conclude and end my song,
some things I do desire to sée,
In it I shall do none no wrong,
who faithful to the King will be,
That all may agrée,
In Love and Vnity,
To forgive and forget all that is past,
Next that we might,
Every one have his right,
long lookt for then would come at last.
That Cavaliers may all be paid,
and Traytors too have their desert,
That have the Kingdom to decayd,
I think there's few will take their part,
I mean none but those,
That yet are our foes,
and longs to sée this Kingdom wast:
But let them beware,
Of the Hangmans snare.
long lookt for then may come at last,
FINIS.