Toms-Son his Repetition to his Wife;
Bewailing his present state.
To the Tune of, Young JEMMY.
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Will you hear of Tom'sons Dream?
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then take you care no further;
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To me it once did seem
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Godfrey himself did Murther:
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This Story I did boldly tell,
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and some thereof did hear;
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Now Liberty I bid farewel,
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What Course now shall I Steer
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(2)
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For this I went to Goal,
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which grievously did vex me,
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I now go under Bail,
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which sorely doth perplex me:
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My two great Friends Farewel and Pain,
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once put me in good chear,
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But now they do deny't again,
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What course then shall I steer?
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(3)
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Then Farewel Farewel now,
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I see thy Friends have left thee,
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Thou to thy Fate must bow,
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of Joys I have bereft thee:
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I wish that thou couldst quit thyself,
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or I my self could clear,
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I fear it will impair my Health,
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O what course shall I steer?
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(4)
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That Noble Loyal heart,
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the Duke of Monmouth called,
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The world knows his Desert,
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whom some would have Inthralled:
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In spight of all their wicked Deeds,
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himself he still keeps clear,
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But now with Guilt my heart it bleeds,
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And what course shall I steer?
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(5)
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Thrice Worthy Shaftsbury,
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hath been too much abused,
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Sir Robert Cleyton he,
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by me hath been misused:
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The Chamberlain of London too,
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whose Candor seemeth clear,
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With many of the Honest Crew,
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Now what course shall I steer?
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There's many a Worthy Knight,
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within great Londons City,
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In Loyalty delight,
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and 'tis the more the pitty
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That they should be by Knaves Aspers'd,
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whose Actions are so clear,
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My Fault can never be Revers'd,
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O what course shall I steer?
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(6)
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A Synod may be call'd
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of Loyal-hearted Nobles,
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Once for their Worth Install'd,
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who grieve to see our Troubles:
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They for their gracious Soveraign King,
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will venture Lives most dear,
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To punishment Offenders bring,
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Then what course shall I steer?
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(7)
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O would that I had been
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a Stranger to these Stories,
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He's doubly Guilt of Sin,
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who in Transgression glories:
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And happy's he who sleeps in peace,
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whose Conscience is most clear,
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For now my Sorrows do increase,
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And what course shall I steer?
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