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National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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The Sorrowful Lamentation of the
Widdows of the West,
For the Death of their Deceased Husbands.
Wherein they declare their hearty sorrow that ever their Husbands was led away by fair words
to this foul REBELLION. Together with their kind Advice to all people, to be
Loyal to their Prince.
To the Tune of, Lord Russel's Farewel.
This may be Printed R.L.S.

ALas! we Widdow of the West,
whose Husbands did Rebell,
Of comfort we are dispossest,
our Sorrows did excell:
Here for their Crimes they lost their lives,
Rebellion was the cause,
And we confess that was their Wives,
they did oppose the Laws.

When Mmouth came ashore at Lyme,
it was a fatal day,
To carry on that base Design,
which did their lives betray:
And many daily did presume
to come unto his aid,
Bridge-water, Taunton-Dean, and Frome,
the Nation to invade.

We said it was a horrid thing,
and pray'd them to forbear,
To take up Arms against their King,
who was the Lawful Heir:
Yet like distracted men they run,
to cast their lives away,
And we their Widdows are undone,
this is a dismal day.

Alas! we had no cause at all,
our Laws was still the same,
That we should to Confusion fall,
and many hundreds slain:
They knew not what they went about,
confusion did attend,
The Heavens would not bear them out,
since they did thus offend.

When Monmouth did the land invade,
poor men was drawn aside,
To leave their bus'ness and their Trade,
for which at length they dy'd:
'Tis true it was a just Reward,
because they did Rebel
Against their Gracious Soverign Lord,
though we in sorrow dwell.

Those Criminals that did oppose
our lawful Government,
Did likewise prove our fatal Foes,
and caus'd our discontent:
For had they never come on shore,
we had been happy still,
Alas, we had no thoughts before,
of any kind of ill.

We might have liv'd in happy state,
in this our good Kings Reign,
But now, alas, it is too late,
to call them back again:
For they are sleeping in their Gore,
laid in their Beds of Clay,
Together with some hundreds more,
that thus was led astray.

Both young and old, and rich and poor,
in multitudes they fell,
Let this a warning be therefore
let never none Rebel:
That our most Renowned King
may have a happy Reign,
Then Subjects may rejoyce and Sing,
and never more Complain.

Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street.

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