IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 



Lodge near thy heart, or on thy brow. 

 The King ! the King's return'd ! and now 

 Let's banish all sad thoughts, and sing 

 We have our Laws, and have our King. 



Dorus. 



'Tis true, and I would sing, but oh ! 

 These wars have shrunk my heart so low, 

 'Twill not be rais'd. 



Damon. 



What, not this day ? 

 Why, 'tis the twenty-ninth of May : 

 Let Rebels' spirits sink : let those 

 That, like the Goths and Vandals, rose 

 To ruine families, and bring 

 Contempt upon our Church, our King, 

 And all that's dear to us, be sad ; 

 But be not thou ; let us be glad. 

 And Dorus, to invite thee, look. 

 Here's a collection in this book 

 Of all those cheerful songs, that we 

 Have sung with mirth and merry-glee ; 

 As we have march'd to fight the cause 

 Of God's anointed, and our laws : 

 Such songs as make not the least odds 

 Betwixt us mortals and the Gods : 

 Such songs as Virgins need not fear 

 To sing, or a grave matron hear. 



