A New Mournful Ballad,
CALLED
The Duke of Allbemarle's Farewell,
Who lately departed this Life, in the Island of Jamaica; being sent there as Governour,
by his present Majesty, in the Year of our Lord, 87. and died in the Year 88.
To the Tune of, Grim King of the Ghost. This may be Printed, R.P.
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YE Lovers of Loyaltie,
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come yield me a small relief;
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Pray shed a sad Tear with me,
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and share in the Nations Grief.
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A Noble brave Peer of the Land,
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is to the Bless'd Regeons fled,
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Subdu'd by sad Fates bold hand,
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Great Allbemarl now is dead.
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Ah! who could forbear to weep,
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that does the sad Tydings hear;
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He's lay'd in a silent sleep,
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lamented with many a Tear:
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How terrible is the sound;
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it strikes to our Ears a sad dread,
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Like Thunder it crys all round,
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Great Allbemarl now is dead.
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He was to Jamaica sent,
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to serve Royal JAMES our King;
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Submissively there he went,
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Obey'd him in every Thing:
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But from the Hot Indian shore,
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he lately to Heaven is fled;
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And we shall ne're see him more,
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Great Allbemarl now is dead.
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He often expos'd his Blood,
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for King and his Countrys sake;
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He Loyally always stood,
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and to the just side did take:
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And now he is fled and gone;
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our Nation it misses his Aid,
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And cry as they make their moan,
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Great Allbemarl now is dead.
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His Valour he oft has try'd,
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upon the Salt Raging Main,
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Success he had on his side,
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and did many Honours gain:
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But Death with his Mortal Dart,
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the Trick of a Traytor has play'd,
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And Cowardly pierc'd his Heart,
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Great Allbemarl now is dead.
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Come you that great Souls admire;
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Let's mingle our present Cares,
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And to a dark Shade retire,
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there Weep away all our Tears:
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Our Sighs they shall witness our Grief:
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We'l Bath in the Tears that we shed,
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And suffer no sort of Relief,
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Since great Allbemarl is dead.
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