Capt. Johnsons Loves La-
mentation, For the untimely death, of her dear Intire
Friend:
Who was Executed at Tyburn, On the 23th. of this instant December, 1690.
To the Tune of Russel's Farewell. Licensed according to Order.
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1.
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HEre to the world I do declare,
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I scarce can undergo
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My sorrow, being in dispair,
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while eyes like fountains flow,
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Right Valliant Johnson he is dead,
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while I lament his fall,
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Alas for being once misled,
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his Life hath paid for all.
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2.
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Take hence my sumptuous rich array,
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and Jewels which I wore,
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This is to me a dismal day,
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none can my Joys restore,
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He's gone and I am left behind,
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for to lament his fall,
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Tho others was to blame I find,
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his Life hath paid for all.
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3,
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He was my Joy and chief delight,
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but Oh! the Hand of Fate
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Has blasted all my Glory quite,
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no Tongue can well relate,
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What killing Torments I endure,
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to see his dismal fall,
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Who ere offended, he I'm sure
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has dearly paid for all.
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4.
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Had but the youthful Lady lov'd
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him half so well as I,
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She would have been to pity mov'd,
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saving his Life, for why,
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A sweet Deportment at his death,
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was seen by great and small,
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And yeilded up his dearest breath,
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His Life hath paid for all.
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5.
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He that betray'd him to disgrace,
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a wretched state is in;
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Such Villains dare not show their Face,
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where this brave soul hath bin,
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At Flanders, where some thousands lay
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in streams of reaking gore;
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He's gone and I may sighing say,
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I ne'er shall see him more.
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6.
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Alas! his life was bought and sold,
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by a Familiar to,
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For filthy gain of cursed Gold,
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what will not some men do,
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Betray their very Bosom Friend,
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whom they seem'd to adore,
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Alas! his life is at an end,
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I ne'er shall see him more.
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7.
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Those that do truly love like me,
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I wish may happier prove;
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And no such cruel destiney,
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may cross them in their love,
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I once thought to have happy prov'd,
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but now I must deplore
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The loss of him, I dearly lov'd,
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I ne'er shall see him more.
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8.
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My soul is fill'd with grief and care,
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no Comfort can I see,
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The sorrow's more than I can bare,
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would I had dy'd for thee,
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Rather than live in torment hear,
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It grieves my heart full sore,
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Never was sorrow so severe,
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I ne'er shall see thee more.
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