The Court and Kingdoms in Tears: Or, The Sorrowful
Subjects Lamentation for the Death of her Majesty
Queen MARY Who departed this Life, the
28th. of December, 1694; To the Unspeakable Grief
of his Majesty, and all his Loyal and Loving Subjects.
To the Tune of, If Loves a sweet Passion, etc.
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IN Mourning, in Mourning the Kingdoms appears,
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And the Eyes of true Subjects are flowing with Tears,
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For our Grief and our Sorrow, alas, it is great,
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Since our Gracious Queen Marie departed of late;
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By the hand of cold Death she was snatchd from the Throne,
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Having left our most gracious King William alone.
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The loss of our Queen, we have cause to lament,
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In the prime of her Years, from the World she is sent,
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While her Sorrowful Subjects, do weeping complain,
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Knowing that they shall never behold her again:
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By the hand of cold Death, etc.
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O! what an unspeakable Change is there wrought?
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From a Throne, Crown and Septer, Queen Marie is brought,
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For to take up her Lodging, now, now in the Grave;
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So uncertain is Honour and all that we have:
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By the hand of cold Death, etc.
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She in the Kings absence, did Govern the Realm,
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With Discreation and Wisdom, she sat at the Helm,
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While her Subjects in Loyal Obedience did stand,
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For a publict Blessing she was to the Land;
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To our Sorrow and Grief she is snatchd from the Throne,
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And our Monarch King William, now Governs alone.
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Theres nothing but Sorrow and Grief to be seen,
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Thro the Court and the Kingdoms for loss of the Queen
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Who in less than a week, was Alive, Well, and Dead;
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And with her all our Joyes and our Comforts are fled:
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By the hand of cold Death, etc.
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O! who would have thought, when from Flanders he came,
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And the Queen she did meet him in Triumph and Fame,
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That her time was so near, yet, alas, it is so,
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She is gone and hath left us in Sorrow and Wo[e]:
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By the hand of cold Death, etc.
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The learned Physitian was sent for with speed
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She was dangerous ill, there was never more need;
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But, alas, all the Skill in the World was in vain,
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For the Doctors they could not restore her again:
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By the hand of cold Death, etc.
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Her Soul is conveyd to the Regions of Joy,
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Where theres nothing her Comfort and Peace can annoy,
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It is we that are left in sad sorrowful Fears,
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For the loss of a Queen in the prime of her Years;
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By the hand of cold Death, etc.
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For gracious King William lets send up our Prayers,
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That the LORD would support him in all his Affairs;
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That he still may be able our Laws to defend,
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He has been to the Nation a Fatherly Friend;
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Therefore Heaven, we hope, will establish his Throne,
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In the spight of his Foes, tho he Governs alone.
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