There’s neither _Swallow_, _Dove_, nor _Dade_, Can soar more high, or deeper wade, Nor show a reason from the stars What causeth peace or civil wars; The Man in the Moon may wear out his shoon By running after Charles his wain: But all’s to no end, for the times will not mend Till the King enjoys his own again. Though for a time we see Whitehall With cobwebs hanging on the wall Instead of silk and silver brave, Which formerly it used to have, With rich perfume in every room,— Delightful to that princely train, Which again you shall see, when the time it shall be, That the King enjoys his own again. Full forty years the royal crown Hath been his father’s and his own; And is there any one but he That in the same should sharer be? For who better may the sceptre sway Than he that hath such right to reign? Then let’s hope for a peace, for the wars will not cease Till the King enjoys his own again. [Did _Walker_ no predictions lack In Hammond’s bloody almanack? Foretelling things that would ensue, That all proves right, if lies be true; But why should not he the pillory foresee, Wherein poor Toby once was ta’en? And also foreknow to the gallows he must go When the King enjoys his own again?] {1} Till then upon Ararat’s hill My hope shall cast her anchor still, Until I see some peaceful dove Bring home the branch I dearly love; Then will I wait till the waters abate Which now disturb my troubled brain, Else never rejoice till I hear the voice That the King enjoys his own again. WHEN THE KING COMES HOME IN PEACE AGAIN. From a broadside in the Roxburghe Collection of Ballads. It appears to have been written shortly after Martin Parker’s original ballad obtained popularity among the Royalists, and to be by another hand. It bears neither date nor printer’s name; and has “God save the King, Amen,” in large letters at the end. OXFORD and Cambridge shall agree, With honour crown’d, and dignity; For learned men shall then take place, And bad be silenced with disgrace: They’ll know it to be but a casualty That hath so long disturb’d their brain; For I can surely tell that all things will go well When the King comes home in peace again. Church government shall settled be, And then I hope we shall agree Without their help, whose high-brain’d zeal Hath long disturb’d the common weal; Greed out of date, and cobblers that do prate Of wars that still disturb their brain; The which you will see, when the time it shall be That the King comes home in peace again.