Sr. Thomas Armstrongs
Last Farewell to the
WORLD:
He being Condemned for HIGH-TREASON, and Conspiring the Death of the
KING and the DUKE,
and subverting the Government of these three Kingdoms
A
SONG.
To the Tune STATE and AMBITION
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ADue to the pleasure of murther and whoring,
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Of plotting conspiring the death of a King:
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Confound the temptation of Bastard Adoring,
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For which I confess I deserve for to Swing.
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Poor Monmouth may Curse me, twas I over Ruled
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In all his Intreagues by Tonys black spell,
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His timerous contrivance I constantly Schooled;
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And told him how safe it was then to rebell.
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I shewd him the glimps of a Crown and a Scepter,
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The strength of the Crowd, and applause of the Town
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Till glory did dazle his Soul in a Rapture;
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That all things inferior appeard but a Crown:
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Then I was in hopes to be fecond Assistant;
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Therefore to unKing him our party would bring:
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But now a[s] the Devil woud have it I mist ont,
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For which I before the damnd Doctor must swing.
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The Doctor confused three parts of the Nation;
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He murthered thirty; I murthered but two,
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With long sword and Codpiss I made it the fashion
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Rogues Whores to advance, and the Kingdom subdue:
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Brave Monmouth I shewd him all ways of debauching,
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And ner let him want procurer nor Whore;
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Some Aldermens Wives they were proud to approach
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him,
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I often as Grey have stood Pimp at the door.
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Nay, many were sure, that their souls would be sainted
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Had they but one hour his sweet grace to enjoy;
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How oft in my Arms they have sighed and panted,
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Untill I conveyed em to their Princely Boy.
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But now all those pleasures are faded with glory,
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His Grace in Disgrace and Tom is Condemnd;
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Jack Ketch now looks sharp for to shorten my story,
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And leaves me no time to murder or mend.
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Yet I must confess, I was oft Monmouths taster,
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For fear, least some fire-ship might blow up her
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Prince,
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Which caused our party to flock in much faster,
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All Officers from the Plot Office advance.
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Old Tony took Care too, that nothing was wanting,
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In Wapping, the Square, and Algers-gate-street,
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I brought in Bess Mackrel, to help out the taping,
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And Tony swore damn him, theres nothing so sweet.
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Sweet Betty farewell, twas for thee I abjured,
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My Lady and Children, this fourteen long years;
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They always were kind, but I still was obdured,
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Seeking the Destruction of King, Church, & Peers
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Had I Grey and Mellvin now here to condole with
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And their Recommendations to th Cabals below--,
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I might have Commissions in Hell to controle with
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But sure I shall find some Friends where I go.
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