General MONKS Welcome (From the city) to WHITEHALL.  
To the Tune of, When the KING enjoys his Own again.  

ALL ye Heroes of the Land,  
That desire for to know,  
How the cause doth with us stand,  
Now our gates are laid so low,  
The truth of it is,  
His Lordship we miss,  
Yet for him we will always pray.  
He's gone unto Whitehall,  
The Members to install,  
And to get for us all a jovial day.   

Had you but seen when as he came  
To enter at his Palace Gate,  
How many thousands raised his name,  
And said he was St. George the great,  
Welcome they cried,  
As if a new bride▪  
 
His Lordship with the Mace,  
And in truth he had good reason for't.   

Protectors you do know we had,  
And learned Councils they did keep,  
Yet they ne'er made our hearts so glad,  
But oft times caused us for to weep:  
But this noble Lord  
Doth comfort afford,  
To peasant and Nobilitte;  
We'll celebrate his name,  
The World shall sound his fame,  
For he's the son of honesty.   

When we were ready for to fall  
To utter ruin, he came in,  
And by his goodness saved us all,  
And hath accomplished the thing  
Which we so long agone,  
By all means would have done,  
Which was to have our Members in,  
That in last forty eight  
Were put unto slight  
From the house where they had aught t' have been.   

'Twould joy one's heart to see his face,  
He looks so like a Solomon,  
Who hath regained us in small space  
From Styx to virtuous H●●●con,  
We now do enjoy,  
There's none doth annoy  
Us, for we have our Represents  
In the House of Advice,  
Which can in a trice  
Stycle our greatest incontinents.   

Our noble Prince and all the rest,  
Which have so long been absent there,  
By's Excellence they are invest,  
Though it be afrer many a year  
Hath been run past,  
Yet now at the last,  
 
That as ture as we drink,  
That news performed the words of old:   

Which was, a thousand from the North  
Should come and reign in fifties place,  
That th' exiled Thistle should have growth;  
And that the happy Rose should grace  
The Thistle exiled,  
Which so long by a wild,  
By violence was kept from their right.  
This our Monk he hath done,  
And their Title hath won,  
And brought them from the Land of night.   

So to conclude, thrice welcome may  
This English Champion welcome be,  
And live to see the glorious day  
Of friendship and of amity;  
Let him long reign,  
And his worthy Train  
Enjoy the Freedom of the Land,  
Jove bless this our George  
From the Treacherous Forge  
Of every base Sectarian.   
G. Ticwhit.  
FINIS.