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5.75 R187269 1 Let Mary Live Long Let Mary Live Long Let Mary Live Long KInd Lewis my Friend, / Since things goes no better, imprint unclear: [Print]ed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.; date from content Pepys 5.75 Rollins (1) VI:232-235; Wing R2133D. Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 5: 75 A / ROYAL LETTER / From A / Mournful Monarch / At St. Germains, to his Friend LEWIS the / French King, Residing with his Army in / Flanders. A ROYAL LETTER From A Mournful Monarch At St. Germains, to his Friend LEWIS the French King, Residing with his Army in Flanders. A Royal Letter from a Mournful Monarch At St. Germains, to his Friend Louis the French King, Residing with his Army in Flanders. 1/2 sheet folio, 267 x 138 cropped top, right, and bottom edges horizontal rules, cast fleurons 1692 Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back Weinstein

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KInd Lewis my Friend, Since things goes no better, Here is a kind Letter, Which to you I send, To lay down your Arms; Or my Conquering Son, He will soon over-run Your Kingdom, I fear, He'll bring a vast Army, He'll bring a vast Army, To Conquer you here. Since Fortune does frown, And sends none but Crosses, Ah! great are your Losses, My Kingdom and Crown You'll never regain, 'Tis too late now I know, For a Powerful Foe Will shortly arrive, Stout Boys of bold Brittain, Stout Boys of bold Brittain Fears no men alive. I cannot but own, And so I will ever, You've done your endeavour To Ransome my Throne, By Powerful Arms, Yet do what you can, An Unfortunate Man I ever have been, Those that fight against you, Those that fight against you, Does Victory win. O labour for Peace, Least sad Desolation Should fall on your Nation, Your Foes they encrease At Home and Abroad:
This effusion of blood, Makes mine Eyes like a flood, Flow Rivers of Tears, The cries of your People, The cries of you People, Too, pierces my Ears. Your Barons are kill'd, And Valiant Commanders, By fighting in Flanders, All Nations are fill'd With rumours of Wars, Which troubles me sore, Let us freely give o'er, Since fighting's in vain, I long to see Europe, I long to see Europe Now flourish again. The Fates has decreed That my Son and Daughter, For ever, hereafter, Shall flourish indeed, Which satisfies me, So one branch they will give, On the which I may live, I freely comply, I am not for fighting, I am not for fighting, No, no, no not I, Now here lies the case, The most I desire, Is now to retire To some holy place, To spend my last days, Therefore Lewis my Friend, Let the War have an end, And lay the sword down, I'm weary of seeking, I'm weary of seeking A Scepter and Crown.
Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.