Ots' Lamentation AND A VISION that appeared to him since his Trial: Over heard by one of his Keepers in his Chamber: at the King's bench,  
A SONG  
To the Tune of State and Ambition.  

I.  
A Due to my Title, of Saviour o'th' Nation  
My Forty Commissions and Spanish Black Bills,  
My Twelve pounds a week and all hopes of Salvation,  
Six Dishes a day which my Demons oft fills:  
Now Oats must be whipped through each County o'th' Kingdom  
In each Corporation in Pillory, must stand,  
Outface the Contempt of all Christians, and when done,  
Must turn home for Tyburn, to hang and be Damned.   

II.  
I no God nor Devil believed nor feared,  
Until since my Trial one Night in the Goal,  
A Legion of Fiends in my Chamber appeared  
There over my Brazenfaced Conscience did quale  
They showed all my Actions, my Bums and my Postures  
As we used to scamper on Flock-beds and Flours;  
How I am the worst of all Sodomites Bastards,  
I stuck to my Bums and kicked out all the Whores.   

III.  
Then Whitebread and Fenwick, brave Gavin and Harcourt,  
Turner and Pickering, Coleman and Langorne  
Ireland, Grove Staely; I deserve to hang for't,  
And Stafford came bleeding and in the same form  
Their heads in their hands, they quite round me removed  
Blood sprung as from Fountains, where their heads had stood,  
This Vision with horror my Conscience reproved  
They left all my Chamber besmeared with Blood.   

IV.  
No Mercy from God, nor from Man I can hope, for  
Abused both my Country, my God and my King,  
The Destruction of all I most falsely have sworn for  
The most Loyal Families to ruin I did bring,  
Yet am so Case-hardned; I cannot repent it,  
My soul is swelled bigger than it was before:  
Black Treason or Murder, I still would attempt it,  
Where I to be Damned▪ and hanged at the Door.   

V.  
Toney and Sidney were first that Employed me,  
Sent me to St. Omers a Plot for to find;  
They found me a Fool for their turn when they'd tried me,  
Zounds, I all the while left the Plot here behind,  
Which Three parts o'th' Nation with Toney had signed,  
Resolved to Rebel and our King to dethrone;  
But his Stars by providence ours hath out-shined,  
And left me like a Rogue to be hanged all alone.   

VI  
Twenty from St. Omers all proved me Perjured,  
And Fifty from Staffordshire made it as plain;  
Ireland died wrongfully to my souls hazard,  
And all that I swore against died the same;  
Besides, my own Evidence came in against me,  
Called me Rogue, and spiller of Innocent Blood;  
Yet still I'll deny all to save those Advanced me,  
Whose party maintains me with Gold, Drink & Food.   

VII.  
Then he like a Hogg fell to snorting I left him,  
Tied up with his Irons and his bloody black soul,  
Content to be Damned as Old Ton●y had taught him,  
For Perjured Murder, no Fiend ere so foul;  
Yet he must be hanged for the honour o'th' Nation  
That Innocent Blood may not threaten the Crown  
Of the King or Queen Mary, the World's Admiration,  
Whose Sceptre shall flourish and ne'er tumble down.   
FINIS.   

LONDON; Printed for James Dean, Bookseller in Cranborn-street, near Newport-House in Leicester Fields, 1685.