Let rogues and cheats prognosticate
Concerning king's or kingdom's fate
I think myself to be as wise
As he that gazes on the skies
My sight goes beyond
The depth of a pond
Or rivers in the greatest rain
Whereby I can tell
That all will be well
When the King enjoys his own again
There's neither Swallow, Dove, or Dade
Can soar more high or deeper wade
Nor show a reason from the stars
What causes peace or civil wars
The man in the moon
May wear out his shoon
But all's to no end,
For the times will not mend
Till the King enjoys his own again
Yes, this I can tell
That all will be well
Yes, this I can tell
That all will be well
When the King enjoys his own again
But now we're done
We cannot walk, but we shall run.
Our decay is to start soon,
Unless the king is helped by the man in the moon

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