A Stuart Era song about the Civil War. No fighting from Cavaliers and Puritans in the comments, please.
"What Booker can Prognosticate?
or speak of our kingdom's present state?
I think myself to be as wise,
as he that most looks in the skies:
My skill goes beyond the depths of the pond,
or river in the greatest rain:
By which I can tell, that all things will be well,
when the king comes home in peace again,
There is no astrologer, says,
can search more deep in this then I,
To give you a reason from the stars,
what causeith peace, or civil wars:
The man in the moon, may wear out his shoone,
in running after Charles' wain ,
But all to no end, for the times they will mend
when the king comes home in peace again.
Though for a time you may see Whitehall,
with cobwebs hanging over all,
Instead of silk, and silver brave,
as formerly it used to have:
In every room, the sweet perfume,
delightful for that princely train,
The which you shall see, when the time it shall be,
that the king comes home in peace again.
Till then upon Ararat's Hill,
my hopes shall cast her anchor still;
Until I see some peaceful dove,
bring home the branch, which I do love;
Still will I wait till the waters abate,
which much disturbs my troubled brain,
For I'll never rejoice, till I hear that voice,
that the king comes home in peace again."