[Sir JOHN FRIEND and Sir WILLIAM PERKINSs
Last Farewell to the World,
Who were Executed at Tyburn, on Friday the 3d. of April, 1696.
Or Th]eir
[S]orrowful Lamentation
For being Concerned in this
Horrid and Bloody PLOT.
Tune of, within a Furlong of Edenborough Town.
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1.
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THE Riddle is Expounded, the Plot is very plain,
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And some there be that's hanged and others daily ta'ne,
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Some lye till Condemnation for this Assassination,
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As Knighted Perkins, Friend with firkins each had a Commission
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To raise a [T]roop for the late King's use,
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Whilst French Dragoons were Landed to Englands great abuse
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But now we all may sing God bless William our King,
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Whilst Traytors, Traytors, Englands Haters, all in Halters swing
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2.
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[Oh] Sir John Friend what meant you to be in this same Plot?
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[For] what this World afforded, sure Sir you wanted not:
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[Y]ou'd Rich[e]s in great Measure and Houses much for Pleasure
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And when you please, you liv'd at ease enjoying still your Treasure.
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Oh what then made you Plot for the Romish Crew,
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[A]nd for to bring King James in, who wou'd the Land undo.
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[But] n[o]w we all may sing God bless William our King,
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Whilst Traytors, Traytors, [Engla]nds Haters, all in Halters swing.
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3.
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[Th]ere's Learned Perkins too who the Law well understood,
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[Ye]t foolishly for [Pa]pists must loose his dearest Blood:
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A Commission he received at which he's now much grieved
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'Twas for to bring the late King in, but now he is deceived
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A[n]d further too was to show his Wit,
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[To M]urde[r] Royal William[,] but now they're all beshit.
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Whi[lst] honest Men do sing, God bless William our King,
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[Whilst] Traytors, Traytors, Englands Haters, all in Halters swing
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4.
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Alass when they were taken they wou'd not own their Crime;
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But yet to save their Bacon, they'd give great store of Coin:
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For when that they were Tryed, they could not once deny it;
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It's come about, the Plot's made out, and honest Men defie it,
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And crys out, Oh, Misery's true End
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That does attend Sir William and likewise Sir John Friend.
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But now we all may sing God bless William our King,
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Whilst Traytors, Traytors, Englands Haters, all in Halters swing.
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5.
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There's many Plotters more who in time may have the[ir doom]
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And end their Lives at Tyburn all for the Sons of Rom[e:]
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But Sir John Friend in season was taken for this Tr[eason.]
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Sir William too, for this damn[']d Crew were both C[ondemn'd with reason.]
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And such a Plot before was ne're seen.
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[T]o kill the King in's Coach 'twixt Brandford and Turnam[-Green.]
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But now we all may sing, God bless Wil[l]iam our King,
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Whilst Traytors, Traytors, Englands Haters, all in Halter[s swing.]
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But what a Scandal is it unto us all at home,
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That English-men should Act for th'Interest of R[ome:]
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Sure he's a cruel Villian that is thus for Blood [spilling,]
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But yet I hope he'l catch a Rope that is thus f[or King-killing.]
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And have Sir William and Sir Johns desart[,]
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From Newgate drawn to Tyburn in a Sledge [or Cart;]
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Whilst honest Men do sing, God bless Willia[m our King,]
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Let Traytors, Traytors, Englands Haters, a[ll in Halters swing]
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