What Booker doth prognosticate Concerning kings' or kingdoms' fate? I think myself to be as wise As he that gazeth on the skies; My skill goes beyond the depth of a Pond, Or Rivers in the greatest rain, Thereby I can tell all thing will be well When the King enjoys his own again.
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?]*
Till then upon Ararat's hill My hope shall cast her anchor still. Untill 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 Enjoys His Own Again // The Cavalier Songs and Ballads of England from 1642 to 1684. London: Griffin Bohn and Co, 1863. P. 2-3.