Now Heaven grant them better success With their young king than England had; Free from war and from distress, Their fortune may not be so bad; Since the case thus stands, Let neighbouring lands Lay down their arms and at quiet be; But as for my part, I am glad with all my heart That my King must now my master be. And thus I have declared to you By what means we escaped away; Now we bid our cares adieu, Though the King did lose the day. To him I was true, And that he well knew; ’Tis God that must his comfort be, Else all our policy Had been but foolery, For the King no longer waits on me. SONG TO THE FIGURE TWO. From vol. ii. of the Roxburgh Ballads, in the British Museum. A merry new song wherein you may view The drinking healths of a joviall crew, To t’ happie return of the figure of TWO. The figure of TWO is a palpable allusion to Charles II. Tune, “Ragged, and torn, and true.” I HAVE been a traveller long, And seen the conditions of all; I see how each other they wrong, And the weakest still goes to the wall. And here I’ll begin to relate The crosse condition of those That hinder our happy fate, And now are turned our foes. Here’s a health to the figure of TWO, To the rest of the issue renown’d; We’ll bid all our sorrows adieu, When the figure of TWO shall be crown’d. I crossed the ocean of late, And there I did meet with a crosse, But having a pretty estate, I never lamented my losse: I never lamented my harmes, And yet I was wondrous sad; I found all the land up in arms, And I thought all the folke had bin mad. Here’s a health, etc. Kind countrymen, how fell ye out? I left you all quiet and still; But things are now brought so about, You nothing but plunder and kill; Some doe seem seemingly holy, And would be reformers of men, But wisdom doth laugh at their folly, And sayes they’ll be children agen, Here’s a health, etc. But woe to the figure of One! King Solomon telleth us so; But he shall be wronged by none That hath two strings to his bow. How I love this figure of TWO Among all the figures that be, I’ll make it appear unto you If that you will listen to me. Here’s a health, etc. Observe when the weather is cold I wear a cap on my head, But wish, if I may be so bold, The figure of TWO in my bed. TWO in my bed I do crave, And that is myself and my mate; But pray do not think I would have TWO large great hornes on my pate. Here’s a health, etc.