In Good King Charle's
In good King Charles's golden days
When loyalty no harm meant
A zealous high churchman was I
And so I got preferment
To teach my flock I never missed
Kings were by God appointed
And lost are they that dare resist
Or touch the Lord's anointed
And this is law that I'll maintain
Until my dying day, sir
That whatsoever King may reign
I'll be the Vicar of Bray, sir
When royal James possessed the crown
And popery grew in fashion
The penal laws I hooted down
And read the declaration
The Church of Rome I found would fit
Full well my constitution
And I had been a Jesuit
But for the revolution
And this is law that I'll maintain
Until my dying day, sir
That whatsoever King may reign
I'll be the Vicar of Bray, sir
When William was our King declared
To ease the nation's grievance
With this new wind about I steered
And swore to him allegiance
Old principles I did revoke
Set conscience at a distance
And passive obedience was a joke
A jest was non-resistance
And this is law that I'll maintain
Until my dying day, sir
That whatsoever King may reign
I'll be the Vicar of Bray, sir
When loyalty no harm meant
A zealous high churchman was I
And so I got preferment
To teach my flock I never missed
Kings were by God appointed
And lost are they that dare resist
Or touch the Lord's anointed
And this is law that I'll maintain
Until my dying day, sir
That whatsoever King may reign
I'll be the Vicar of Bray, sir
When royal James possessed the crown
And popery grew in fashion
The penal laws I hooted down
And read the declaration
The Church of Rome I found would fit
Full well my constitution
And I had been a Jesuit
But for the revolution
And this is law that I'll maintain
Until my dying day, sir
That whatsoever King may reign
I'll be the Vicar of Bray, sir
When William was our King declared
To ease the nation's grievance
With this new wind about I steered
And swore to him allegiance
Old principles I did revoke
Set conscience at a distance
And passive obedience was a joke
A jest was non-resistance
And this is law that I'll maintain
Until my dying day, sir
That whatsoever King may reign
I'll be the Vicar of Bray, sir
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