Sir JOHN FRIEND and Sir WILLIAM PERKINS
Last Farwell to the World,
Who were Executed at Tyburn, on Friday the 3d. of April, 1696.
Or Their
Sorrowful Lamentation
For being Concerned in this
Horrid and Bloody PLOT.
Tune of, 'Twas within a Furlong of Edenborough T[o]wn.
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THE Riddle is Expounded, the Plot is very plain,
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And some there be that's hanged & others daily ta'ne,
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Some lye till Condemnation for this Assassination,
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As Knighted Perkins, Friend with firkins each had a Commission
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To raise a Troop for the late King's use,
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Whilst French Dragoons were Landed to England's great abuse.
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But now we all may sing God bless William our King,
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Whilst Traytors, Traytors, England's Haters, all in Halters swing.
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Oh Sir John Friend, what meant you to be in this same Plot?
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For what this World afforded, sure Sir you wanted not:
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You'd Riches in great Measure and Houses much for Pleasure,
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And when you please, you liv'd at ease enjoying still your Treasure.
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Oh, what then made you Plot for the Romish Crew,
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And for to bring King James in, who would the Land undo
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But now we all may sing, God bless William our King,
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Whilst Traytors Traytors, England's Haters, all in Halters swing.
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There's Learned Perkins too, who the Law well understood,
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Yet foolishly for Papists must loose his dearest Blood:
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A Commission he received at which he's now much grieved
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'Twas for to bring the late King in, but now he is deceived,
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And farther too was to show his Wit,
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To Murder Royal William, but now they're all beshit.
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Whilst honest men do sing, God bless William our King,
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Whilst Traytors, Traytors, England's Haters, all in Halters swing.
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Alass, when they were taken, they wou'd not own their Crime.
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But yet to save their Bacon, they[']d give great store of Coin[,]
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For when that they were Tryed, they could not once deny it,
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It's come about, the Plot's made out, and honest Men defie it,
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And crys out, Oh Mis[e]ry's tthe End
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That does attend Sir William and likewise Sir John Friend.
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But now we all may sing God bless William our King,
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Whilst Traytors, Traytors, England's Haters, all in Halters swing
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There's many Plotters more who in time may have their doom
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And end their lives at Tyburn all for the Sons of Rome:
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But Sir John Friend in season was taken for this Treason.
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Sir William too, for this damn'd Crew were both Comdemn'd with reason.
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And such a Plot before was ne'er seen,
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To kill the King in's Coach 'twixt Brandford and Turnam Green.
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But now we all may sing, God bless William our King,
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Whilst Traytors, Traytors, England's Haters, all in Halters swing.
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But what a Scandal is it unto us all at home,
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That English-men should Act for th' Interest of Rome:
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Sure he's a cruel Villain that is thus for Blood spilling,
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But yet I hope he'l catch a Rope that is thus for King-killing
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And have Sir William and Sir John's desart,
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From Newgate drawn to Tyburn in a Sledge or Cart;
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Whilst honest Men do sing, God bless William our King,
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Let Traytors, Traytors, England's Haters, all in Halters swing.
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