General Monks welcome (from the Citie) to Whitehall To the tune of, When the King enjoys his own again. Ticwhit, G. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A62532 of text R222440 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T1159A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A62532 Wing T1159A ESTC R222440 99833618 99833618 38096 2240891464

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A62532) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 38096) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2179:12) General Monks welcome (from the Citie) to Whitehall To the tune of, When the King enjoys his own again. Ticwhit, G. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1660 [i.e. 1659]] Verse - "All ye heroes of the land,". Signed at end: G. Ticwhit. Imprint from Wing; actual publication date is given according to Lady Day dating. Creased. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng Albemarle, George Monck, -- Duke of, 1608-1670 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A62532 R222440 (Wing T1159A). civilwar no General Monks welcome (from the Citie) to Whitehall. To the tune of, When the King enjoys his own again. Ticwhit, G 1660 1 537 2 0 0 0 2 0 410 F The rate of 410 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
General MONKS Welcome ( From the CITIE ) 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 misse , Yet for him we will alwaies 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 rais'd his name , And said he was St. George the great , Welcome they cri'd , 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're made our hearts so glad , But ost times caus'd us for to weep : But this noble Lord Doth comfort afford , To Pesant and Nobilitte ; We 'l celebrate his name , The World shall sound his fame , For he 's the son of honestie . When we were ready for to fall To utter ruine , he came in , And by his goodnesse sav'd us all , And hath accomplished the thing Which we so long agone , By all means would 'ave done , Which was to have our Members in , That in last forty eight Were put unto slight From the house where they had ought t' have been . 'T would joy ones heart to see his face , He looks so like a Solomon , Who hath regain'd us in small space From Styx to vertuous 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 greatst 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 perform'd the words of old : Which was , a thousand from the North Should come and reign in fifties place , That th' exil'd Thistle should have growth ; And that the happy Rose should grace The Thistle exil'd , 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 welcom may This English Champion welcom 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 blesse this our George From the Treacherous Forge Of every base Sectarian . G. Ticwhit . FINIS .