Ots's Lamentation
AND A
VISION
that appeared to him since his Tryal: Overheard by one of his Keepers in his Chamber:
at the Kings bench,
A
SONG
To the Tune of State and Ambition.
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I.
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ADue to my Title, of Saviour o'th' Nation
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My Forty Commissions and Spanish Black Bills,
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My Twelve pounds a week and all hopes of Salvation,
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Six Dishes a day which my Demons oft fills:
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Now Oats must be whipt through each County o'th King-dom
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In each Corporation in Pillory must stand,
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Out-face the Contempt of all Christians, and when done,
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Must turn home for Tyburn, to hang and be Damn'd.
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II.
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I no God nor Devil believed nor feared,
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Until since my Tryal one Night in the Goal,
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A Legion of Fiends in my Chamber appeared
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There over my Brazen fac'd Conscience did quale
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They shewed all my Actions, my Bums and my Postures
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As we us'd to scamper on Flock-beds and Flours;
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How I am the worst of all Sodomites Bastards,
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I stuck to my Bums and kickt out all the Whores.
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III.
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Then Whitebread and Fenwick, brave Gavin and Harcourt,
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Turner and Pickering, Coleman and Langorne
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Ireland, Grove Stately; I deserve to hang for't,
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And Stafford came bleeding and in the same form
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Their heads in their hands, they quite round me removed
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Blood sprung as from Fountains, where their heads had stood,
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This Vision with horror my Conscience reproved
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They left all my Chamber besmeared with Blood.
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IV.
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No Mercy from God, nor from Man I can hope, for
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Abus'd both my Country, my God and my King,
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The Destruction of all I most falsely have sworn for
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The most Loyal Families to ruin I did bring,
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Yet am so Case-hardned; I cannot repent it,
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My soul is swelled bigger than it was before:
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Black Treason or Murther, I still would attempt it,
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Where I to be Damn'd. and hang'd at the Door.
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V.
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Toney and Sidney were first that Employ'd me,
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Sent me to St. Omers a Plot for to find;
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They found me a Fool for their turn when they'd try'd me,
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Zounds, I all the while left the Plot here behind,
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Which Three parts o'th' Nation with Toney had signed,
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Resolv'd to Rebel and our King to dethrone;
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But his Stars by providence ours hath out-shined,
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And left me like a Rogue to be hang'd all alone.
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VI.
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Twenty from St.Omers all proved me Perjur'd,
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And Fifty from Staffordshire made it as plain;
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Ireland dy'd wrongfully to my souls hazard,
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And all that I swore against dyed the same;
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Besides, my own Evidence came in against me,
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Call'd me Rogue, and spiller of Innocent Blood;
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Yet still I'll deny all to save those Advanc'd me,
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Whose party maintains me with Gold, Drink & Food.
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VII.
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Then he like a Hogg fell to snorting I left him,
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Ty'd up with his Irons and his bloody black soul,
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Content to be Damn[']d as Old Toney had taught him,
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For Perjured Murther, no Fiend e're so foul;
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Yet he must be hang'd for the honour o'th' Nation
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That Innocent Blood may not threaten the Crown
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Of the King or Queen Mary, the Worlds Admiration,
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Whose Scepter shall flourish and ne're tumble down.
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