The Plotters Reward:
OR,
Sir John Fenwick's Last Farewel to the World, who
wa[s] Beheaded on Tower-Hill, the 28th. of January, 1696.
To the Tune of, Russels Farewel, etc.
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I Now, alas! this very Day,
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must bid Adieu to all;
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And in this world hant long to stay,
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here's Thousands sees my fall:
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That I a Traytor hence must part,
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all know the reason why,
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Who say, it is but my desert,
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For Plotting I must dye.
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O what a wretched man was I,
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content I could not be,
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But must conspire Treachery,
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which thus hath Ruin'd me:
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But now too late I do Repent
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my wicked Villany,
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Which makes my dying-heart relent,
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For Plotting I must dye.
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I with some others did Combine,
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(which on me woe does bring)
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And treach'rously we did design
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to Kill William the King:
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But the great God did us prevent;
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and I for mercy cry,
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Who here must suffer Punishment,
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For Plotting I must die.
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If this our Plot had took effect,
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it was our full design,
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The Nation should have suffer'd next,
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to which we all did join,
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By an Invasion to bring in
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King James and Popery,
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Which would a Bloody Day have been.
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For Plotting I must dye.
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O glorious God, who sits above,
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have mercy now on me,
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O let me find thy gracious love,
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and bring my soul to thee:
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Forgive my Cursed Sins, O Lord,
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and Acts of Treachery,
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Some pitty unto me afford,
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Who must for Plotting dye.
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For here's no Mercy to be found
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from hands of Mortal Men,
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I am with griefs encompast round,
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scarce any Man's my friend,
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It cuts me to the very heart,
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when some against me cry,
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It is no more than my desert,
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For Plotting I must dye.
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Because that I was one chief cause,
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and did with others aid,
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For to bring in the Romish Laws,
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for so our Plot was laid:
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How can I now for mercy look,
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when by my Treachery,
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I would on no one pitty took,
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For Plotting I must dye.
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Upon the block my Neck I lay,
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for this my Horrid Crime,
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I wish that I a warning may
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be unto all in time.
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So hoping Lord my sins most foul,
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thou'lt pardon graciously,
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I to thy hands commit my soul,
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For Plotting here I dye.
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