THE LADIES LAMENTATION,
Or, The Commanders last Farewel, who Valiantly lost his Life in the
late Engagement; For the loss of whom his Loving Lady Laments.
To the Tune of, Loggan Water,
Licensed according to Order.
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IN London liv'd a Squyre, where
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He long enjoy'd a Lady fair;
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At length he to the Warrs must go,
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To face the proud insulting Foe.
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While Sailing in the Royal Fleet,
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By which the French was fairly beat,
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It wa his Fortune then to fall,
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In Battle by a Cannon Ball.
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The tydings came that he was slain,
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She wrung her hands and wept amain,
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And with lamenting cryes, said she,
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My dear would I had dy'd for thee.
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What Joy or Pleasure can I have,
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While he lyes sleeping in the Grave,
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In whom I plac'd my chief delight,
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All Pleasures now has taken flight.
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He's gone, I ne're shall see him more,
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Behold the World cannot restore,
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That fatal loss which I sustain,
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He now lyes sleeping with the slain.
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The Bloody Warrs by Land and Sea,
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Alas! may well lamented be;
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For while Men do for Conquest strive,
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Warr parts the dearest Friends alive.
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See Women loose their Husbands dear,
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And Parents too their Children here:
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Thus while the Sword is drawn, we find
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It causes grief to Women kind.
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By true experience have I found,
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Some thousands are encompast round,
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With grief and sorrow now this day
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And I am so as well as they.
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Mine eyes like streams & fountains flow
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My heart's opprest with grief and woe,
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The loss of my brave Hero bold,
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Is more to me than Crowns of Gold.
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Had I an Earthly Diadem,
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I'de freely give it now for him;
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But had I that and ten times more,
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All this could not his Life restore.
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The inward Torments which I feel,
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I am not able to conceal;
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But to the World I here declare,
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My grief is more then I can bear.
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Take hence my Jewels, Chains and Rings
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Rich Diamonds, all such gawdy things,
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And Robes of Sable let me have,
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Now to go mourning to my Grave.
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Since thus I do in Torment dwell,
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All Earthly Glory now farewel,
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There's nothing stedfast here below,
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All things are turning too and fro.
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Alas my splended Glory bright,
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Was in a moment blasted quite,
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And I in strange confusion hurl'd,
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There's nothing stedfast in this World.
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