_Hail happy day!_ Dorus _sit down:
Now let no sigh, nor let a frown
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 sunk my heart so low
'Twill not be rais'd._

DAMAN.
_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 chearful Songs, that we
Have sung so oft and merilie[1]

As we have march'd to fight the cause
Of _Gods Anointed_, and our _Laws_