THE
Widow's Lamentation for the los[s]
of her Husband.
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GOOD Christian People pity me,
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And listen to my Tragedy,
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My Case is hard I do declare,
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My Trouble's more than I can bear.
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Part of my Sight I've lately lost,
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And many a Shilling it has me cost,
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Now Poverty stares me in the Face,
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To do this Work is no Disgrace.
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My Husband he is dead and gone,
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And left me here to make my moan,
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No Friend but God, I tell you true,
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My Sorrow's so great, what shall I do:
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Cook in the Venus he did go,
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And sail'd with Captain Smith also,
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A Foreigner indeed was he,
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But a tender Husband unto me.
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In March he did this Life depart,
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Which cut me to this very Heart,
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Behold a Widow in Distress,
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And my poor Infant Fatherless.
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The Captain let me understand,
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Between Jamaica and England,
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He did resign his precious Life,
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Lord help his Infant and his Wife.
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I have no Parish, I protest
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So in Contentment I must rest,
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And trust in God in my Defence,
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Until he's pleas'd to call me hence.
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I have no Cloaths nor Money left,
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And of all my Comfort I[']m bereft,
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No House nor Home to put my Head,
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So this I do to get my Bread.
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I was born in the Town of Perth,
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No Friend have I got here on Earth
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No Money I have to take me Home,
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So in Distraction I must roam.
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