Britains sorrowful Lamentation,
For the Loss of their
Gracious QUEEN
MARY
Who departed this Life, the 28th. of December, 1694.
To the Tune of, The Bleeding Heart.
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WHat dismal News is this I hear,
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Each Brittain shedding of a Tear,
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I do not mean a Tear alone,
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But heavy Sighs and dismal Groans.
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Each one struck dumb, amazing stands,
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With aiking Hearts and wringing Hands,
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Oh! wretched Day that ere was seen,
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The loss of our most Gracious Queen.
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A Queen whose Worth could not be namd,
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A Queen for Vertue still proclaimd;
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And all her Subjects needs must owne,
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So brave a Queen was never known.
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Oh! Britain, Britain, mourn with speed,
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For sure there never was more need,
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Than at this day for our hard Fate.
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Our King has lost his Royal Mate.
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No Tongue can tell the Grief and Wo,
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Each Subject now does undergo;
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Since Your Most Royal Queen is dead,
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Twould make a Heart of Stone to bleed,
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Where this same dreadful News does come,
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It struck amazement in each one,
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And all with mournful Voice did say,
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Oh! wretched and unhappy day.
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What must I do? where must we go?
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Our Queen that lovd her Country so,
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By cruel Death is snatchd away;
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Oh! why did not Death longer stay?
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This is a Land of Grief and Wo,
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Which does with Sorrow overflow;
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So great a Loss was never seen,
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To loose so vertuous a Queen.
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A Queen belovd of all that knew,
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How to their Country to be true;
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A Queen that of Mercy had great store,
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Oh! such a Queen was neer before.
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But Oh! Shes gone, and left us here,
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Full of Distraction and Dispair;
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No Comfort now is to be seen,
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Since we have lost our Gracious Queen.
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This is a day of Mourning now,
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This is a day of Sorrow too;
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This is a day of Wo and Grief,
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This day we mourn without relief.
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For sighing, this I needs must say,
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The Good are soonest took away,
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Altho Shes here no longer seen,
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In Heavn She Reigns a Glorious Queen.
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