The Royal FUNERAL:
OR, THE
Mourning State and Solemnity
OF THE
FUNERAL
OF
MARY , Queen of ENGLAND , etc.
Who was Intered at Westminster , on the Fifth of March , 1695.
To the Tune of, Hopes Farewel , etc. Licens'd and Enter'd according te Order.
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HEre I write a sorrowful Ditty,
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for all the Protestant Nation to read,
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Which must needs be moved with Pity,
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for e'ry Heart has just reason to bleed;
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Death's cruel Spleen, assaulted the Queen,
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When she in the hight of her Glory was seen;
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Septer and Ball, Crown, Throne and all,
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She now has forsaken, behold her Funeral!
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Lords, and likewise Ladies of Honour,
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while Queen Mary she was lying in State,
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In their Mourning they waited upon Her,
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their Grief and Sorrow no Tongue can relate;
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Death's cruel Dart, hath pierced the Heart
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Of our Royal Queen Mary , and forc'd her to part,
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With Crown and Ball, Throne, Septer and all,
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Let Protestant Subj [e ]cts behold her Funeral!
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On the Twentieth Eight of December
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our most Religious Queen Mary she dy'd,
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At which time the Church a dear Member
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did lose, for which we in Grief do abide;
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The Courtly Train, do weep and complain,
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For to see the last Per [i ]od of her Royal Reign;
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Septer and Ball Throne Crown and all,
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Queen Mary hath lest, for behold her Funeral!
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Mourn ye Sons and Daughters of Sion ,
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O mourn in Sable and sorrowful Tears,
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Good Queen Mary whom did relye on,
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is [s ]natch'd from us in the prime of her Years:
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Many a Day in State she lay,
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From whence they convey'd her to Lodgins of Clay:
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Septer and B [a ]ll, Throne, Crown and all,
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Queen Mary hath left, for behold her Funeral!
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Now that Sweet and Heavenly Creature
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lyes close confin'd in a Coffing of Lead;
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Death's sharp Arrows severely did treate her,
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without respect to a Queen's Crowned head;
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Both High and Low must suffer the Blow,
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For Death in full power no Pity will show:
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Septer and Ball, Throne Crown and all,
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Queen Mary hath left, for behold her Funeral!
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This Good Queen her Mercies extended
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to all her Subjects of e'ry Degree,
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So that when her Days they were Ended,
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no Queen was e're so Lamented as She;
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Both Rich and Poor, the Nation all o'er,
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Did weep, but no Sorrow her Life could restore:
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Septer and Ball, Throne Cr [o ]wn and all,
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Queen Mary hath left, for behold her Funeral!
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Now the Abby is shadow'd with Mourning,
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and with the darkest of Sable all round;
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See how Things are changing and turning,
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for there Queen Mary in Triumph was Crown'd;
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Now in the room of pleasant Perfume,
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She lies close confin'd in a cold silent Tomb:
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Septer and Ball, Throne, Crown and all,
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Queen Mary hath left, for behold her Funeral!
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World thy chiefest Honours are flying,
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there's nothing lasting amongst us we find;
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Crowned Heads are subject to Dying,
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they leave their Trophies of Honour behind;
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Flourish they may, yet Time will decay,
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And blast Earthly Glory, tho' never so gay:
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Septer and Ball, Throne, Crown and all,
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Queen Mary hat left, for behold her Funeral!
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