The HANG-MAN's Lamentation:
OR, THE
Chancellours Farewel.
To the Tune of, O Brave Chancellour.
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HAve at ye blind Harpers; for once let us try
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To Sing a poor Chancellour's sad Destiny:
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Bewail'd by three Kingdoms, without one wet Eye.
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Then Farewel Jeff------s, Old Boy Jeff------s.
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Ever and Ever Farewel.
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With Popery and Slavery, he thriv'd Cock-a-hoop:
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But when Right, Law, and Gospel, began to look up,
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He got a Consumption, and Dy'd of a Droop.
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Then Farewel, etc.
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To Die neither Satan nor Beelzebub's Debtors;
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Some say he's but gon to Visit his Betters;
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And to take up a Lodging for Old Father Peters.
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Then Farewel, etc.
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Yet, the Chancellour's Dead: And would you know why?
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His Boys in the West, like Goblins stood by;
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And with Bloody Pitch-forks kill'd him dead in the Eye.
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Then Farewel, etc.
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The Ghosts of his Martyrs, they made suth a stir there,
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That Great Russel's Ghost, and Cornish's Murther,
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E'en Frighted his Soul to the Devil, and further.
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Then Farewel, etc.
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The sad thought of Hemp pierc'd him thoro' and thoro'
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And to tell you the Truth in meer Grief and Sorrow,
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He e'en dy'd to day, to scape Hanging to Morrow,
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Then Farewel, etc.
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This Hector, that once could Roar, Swagger and Bristle,
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Our great Son of Thunder's gon out like a Fizle;
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And bids both the Sheriffs and Hang-man go Whistle.
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Then Farewel, etc.
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But to march off so sneaking, in troth was foul play,
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For his good Friends of Holbourn, as all People say,
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Complain he has lost them a whole Holy-day.
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Then Farewel, Jeff------s, Old Boy Jeff------s,
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Ever and Ever Farewel.
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