The Court and Kingdom in Tears:
OR, THE
Sorrowful Subject's Lamentation for the DEATH
OF
Her Royal Majesty Queen Mary,
Who departed this Life the 28th of this instant December, 1694; to the Un-
speakable Grief of his Majesty, and all his Loyal and Loving Subjects.
To the Tune of, If Love's a sweet Passion, etc.
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IN Mourning, in Mourning the Kingdom appears,
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And the eyes of true Subjects are flowing with tears,
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For our Grief and our Sorrow, alas, it is great,
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Since our gracious Queen Mary departed of late;
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By the hand of cold Death she was snatch'd from the Throne,
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Having left our most gracious King William alone.
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The loss of the Queen we have cause to lament,
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In the prime of her Years from the World she is sent,
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While her sorrowful Subjects do weeping complain,
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Knowing that they shall never behold her again:
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By the hand of cold Death she was snatch'd from the Throne,
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Having left our most gracious King William alone.
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O! What an unspeakable Change is there wrought?
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From a Throne, Crown, and Septer Q. Mary is brought
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For to take up her Lodging, now, now in the Grave;
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So uncertain is Honor and all that we have:
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By the hand of cold Death she was snatch'd from the Throne,
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Leaving gracious King William to Govern alone.
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She in the King's absence did Govern the Realm,
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With Discreation and Wisdom she sat at the Healm,
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While her Subjects in loyal Obedience did stand,
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For a publick Blessing she was to the Land:
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To our Sorrow and Grief she is snatch'd from the Throne,
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And our Monarch, King William, now Governs alone.
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There's nothing but Sorrow and Grief to be seen,
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Thro' the Court and the Kingdom for loss of the Queen,
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Who in less than a week was alive, well, and dead;
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And with her all our Joys and our Comforts are fled:
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By the hand of cold Death she was snatch'd from the Throne,
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Leaving Gracious King William to Govern alone.
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O! who would have thought when from Flanders he came,
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And the Queen she did meet him in triumph and fame,
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That her time was so near, yet, alas, it is so;
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She is gone having left us in Sorrow and Woe:
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By the hand of cold Death, etc.
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And has left good King William, etc.
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The learned Physitians was sent for with speed,
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She was dangerous ill, there was never more need
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But, alas, all the Skill in the World was in vain,
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For the Doctors they could not restore her again:
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By the hand of cold Death, etc.
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And has left good King William, etc.
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Her Soul is convey'd to the Regions of Joy,
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Where there's nothing her Comfort nor Peace can annoy,
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It is we that are left in sad sorrowful Tears,
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For the Loss of a Queen in the prime of her Years:
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By the hand of cold Death, etc.
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And has left good King William, etc.
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For gracious King William let's send up our Prayers,
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That the Lord would support him in all his Affairs,
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That he still may be able our Laws to defend;
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He has been to the Nation a fatherly Friend:
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Therefore Heaven, we hope, will establish his Throne,
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In the spight of his Foes, tho' he Governs alone.
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