The Dutchess of Monmouth's Lamentation for the Loss of Her Duke
Loyal Hearts of London City, Come, I pray, and sing my Ditty,
Of my Love that's from me gone;
I am slighted and much sprighted, and am left alone to mourn.
"Was not that a dreadful thing, To make a Plot against the King,
And his Royal Brother too?
I am vexed and perplexed, for my dear that prov'd untrue.
"A Hellish Plot there was contrived, and then at last they were devised
To make it known unto the King,
How they had plotted and alloted a Murther then for to kill him.
"But Shaftsbury and his wits confounded, that had my Jemmy so be rounded
For to Conspire against his King,
But God Direct and him Protect, that they may never Murther him.
"My Jemmy was a Subject Royal, But now has prov'd himself Disloyal";
(Then she cryed out a main)
"My heart will break, for my Love's sake, Because he ne're will come again.
"Jemmy now is prov'd a Traytor, Tony and he were so sad Creatures,
For to meddle so with things,
That were too high: proud Shaftsbury, For him to meddle so with Kings!
"Shaftsbury was wondrous witty, to ruin three Nations, more's the pitty!
Of it he was very shy;
But he is fled, and is since dead, that did disturb true Monarchy.
"Jemmy once was Loyal-hearted, And would his Life soon apparted
For his King and Nation's good;
He delighting all in fighting, Made his peace where 'ere he stood.
"Shaftsbury, he was a Rebbel, Unto the King he was uncivil,
For all the Honour he did gain;
The King he slighted, and much spighted, And so he did his Royal Train.
"Jemmy was a Foe to no Man, Till wheedl'd in by Shaftsbury,
Till at last he was forc'd to fly:
You know the Reason, 'twas for Treason, For disturbing Monarchy.
"The Horrid Plot that they were known, Then against the King and Crown,
That makes my Heart to Bleed full sad,
For to hear my only dear were lately grown so very bad.
"All my joys are gone and blasted. I with grief am almost wasted,
For my Jemmy that's to me dear."
Then from her Eyes, with fresh supplies, down trickles many a brackish Tear.
"God bless the King and his Royal Brother, And keep us from such horrid murther,
That were contriv'd by Shaftsbury
He was a Wretch fit for Jack Ketch; for disturbing of Monarchy!"
Now she ends her doleful story, Her Lamentation('s) laid before ye,
She laments for her own Dear,
Then from her Eyes, with fresh supplies, down trickles many a brinish Tear.
Of my Love that's from me gone;
I am slighted and much sprighted, and am left alone to mourn.
"Was not that a dreadful thing, To make a Plot against the King,
And his Royal Brother too?
I am vexed and perplexed, for my dear that prov'd untrue.
"A Hellish Plot there was contrived, and then at last they were devised
To make it known unto the King,
How they had plotted and alloted a Murther then for to kill him.
"But Shaftsbury and his wits confounded, that had my Jemmy so be rounded
For to Conspire against his King,
But God Direct and him Protect, that they may never Murther him.
"My Jemmy was a Subject Royal, But now has prov'd himself Disloyal";
(Then she cryed out a main)
"My heart will break, for my Love's sake, Because he ne're will come again.
"Jemmy now is prov'd a Traytor, Tony and he were so sad Creatures,
For to meddle so with things,
That were too high: proud Shaftsbury, For him to meddle so with Kings!
"Shaftsbury was wondrous witty, to ruin three Nations, more's the pitty!
Of it he was very shy;
But he is fled, and is since dead, that did disturb true Monarchy.
"Jemmy once was Loyal-hearted, And would his Life soon apparted
For his King and Nation's good;
He delighting all in fighting, Made his peace where 'ere he stood.
"Shaftsbury, he was a Rebbel, Unto the King he was uncivil,
For all the Honour he did gain;
The King he slighted, and much spighted, And so he did his Royal Train.
"Jemmy was a Foe to no Man, Till wheedl'd in by Shaftsbury,
Till at last he was forc'd to fly:
You know the Reason, 'twas for Treason, For disturbing Monarchy.
"The Horrid Plot that they were known, Then against the King and Crown,
That makes my Heart to Bleed full sad,
For to hear my only dear were lately grown so very bad.
"All my joys are gone and blasted. I with grief am almost wasted,
For my Jemmy that's to me dear."
Then from her Eyes, with fresh supplies, down trickles many a brackish Tear.
"God bless the King and his Royal Brother, And keep us from such horrid murther,
That were contriv'd by Shaftsbury
He was a Wretch fit for Jack Ketch; for disturbing of Monarchy!"
Now she ends her doleful story, Her Lamentation('s) laid before ye,
She laments for her own Dear,
Then from her Eyes, with fresh supplies, down trickles many a brinish Tear.
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