That Episcopacy, used in its right kind, In England once more entertainment may find, That Scots and lewd factions may go down the wind, Te rogamus, etc. That thou wilt be pleased again to restore All things in due order, as they were before, That the Church and the State may be vex’d no more, Te rogamus, etc. That all the King’s friends may enjoy their estates, And not be kept, as they have been, at low rates, That the poor may find comfort again at their gates, Te rogamus, etc. That thou wilt all our oppressions remove, And grant us firm faith and hope, join’d with true love, Convert or confound all which virtue reprove, Te rogamus, etc. That all peevish sects that would live uncontroll’d, And will not be govern’d, as all subjects should, To New England may pack, or live quiet i’ th’ Old, Te rogamus, etc. That gracious King Charles, with his children and wife, Who long time have suffer’d through this civil strife, May end with high honour their natural life, Te rogamus, etc. That they who have seized on honest men’s treasure, Only for their loyalty to God and to Cæsar, May in time convenient find measure for measure, Te rogamus, etc. That thou all these blessings upon us wilt send, We are no _Independents_, on Thee we depend, And as we believe, from all harm us defend; Te rogamus, etc. VIVE LE ROY. From a collection of songs, 1640 to 1660. It is also to be found in the additional MSS., No. 11, 608, p. 54, in the collection in the British Museum. It was sung to the air of Love lies bleeding,—and was, says Mr Chappell, “the God save the King” of Charles I., Charles II., and James II. WHAT though the zealots pull down the prelates, Push at the pulpit, and kick at the crown, Shall we not never once more endeavour, Strive to purchase our royall renown? Shall not the Roundhead first be confounded? Sa, sa, sa, say, boys, ha, ha, ha, ha, boys, Then we’ll return with triumph and joy. Then we’ll be merry, drink white wine and sherry, Then we will sing, boys, God bless the King, boys, Cast up our caps, and cry, _Vive le Roy_. What though the wise make Alderman Isaac Put us in prison and steal our estates, Though we be forced to be unhorsed, And walk on foot as it pleaseth the fates; In the King’s army no man shall harm ye. Then come along, boys, valiant and strong, boys, Fight for your goods, which the Roundheads enjoy; And when you venture London to enter, And when you come, boys, with fife and drum, boys, Isaac himself shall cry, _Vive le Roy_.