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Lodge near thy hearty or on thy brow. 

 The King! the King's returned! 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 raised. 



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 ruin 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. 



Here's love drest neat, and chaste, and gay, 



As gardens in the month of May ; 



Here's harmony, and wit, and art, 



To raise thy thoughts and cheer thy heart. 



DORUS. 

 Written by whom ? 



DAMON. 



A Friend of mine, 



And one that's worthy to be thine: 



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