Sr. Thomas armstrong's Last Farewell to the WORLD: He being Condemned for HIGH-TREASON, and Conspiring the Death of the KING and the DUKE, and subverting the Government of these three Kingdoms A SONG.  
To the Tune STATE and AMBITION  

A Due to the pleasure of murder and whoring,  
Of plotting conspiring the death of a King:  
Con●ound the temptation of Bastard Adoring,  
For which I con●ess I deserve for to Swing.  
Poor Monmouth may Curse me, 'twas I over Ruled  
In all his Intrigues by Tony's black spell,  
His timorous contrivance I constantly Schooled;  
And told him how safe it was then to rebel.   

I showed him the glimpse of a Crown and a Sceptre,  
The strength of the Crowed, and applause of the Town  
Till glory did dazzle his Soul in a Rapture;  
That all things inferior appeared but a Crown:  
Then I was in hopes to be second Assistant;  
Therefore to unKing him our party would bring:  
But now a● the Devil would have it I missed on't,  
For which I before the damned Doctor must swing.   

The Doctor confused three parts of the Nation;  
He murdered thirty; I murdered but two,  
With long sword and Codpiss I made it the fashion  
Rogues Whores to advance, and the Kingdom subdue:  
Brave Monmouth I showed him all ways of debauching,  
And ne'er let him want procurer nor Whore;  
Some Alderman's Wives they were proud to approach him,  
I often as Grey have stood Pimp at the door.   

Nay, many were sure, that their souls would be sainted  
Had they but one hour his sweet grace to enjoy▪  
How oft in my Arms they have sighed and panted,  
Until I conveyed 'em to their Princely Boy▪  
But now all those pleasures are faded with glory,  
His Grace in Disgrace and Tom is Condemned;  
Jack Catch now looks sharp for to shorten my story,  
And leaves me no time to murder or mend.   

Yet I must confess, I was oft Monmouths taster,  
For fear, lest some fireship might blow up her Prince,  
Which caused our party to flock in much faster,  
All Officers from the Plot Office advance.  
Old Tony took Care too, that nothing was wanting,  
In Wapping, the Square, and Algers-gate-street,  
I brought in Bess Mackrel, to help out the taping,  
And Tony swore damn him, there's nothing so sweet.   

Sweet Betty farewell, 'twas for thee I abjured,  
My Lady and Children, this fourteen long years;  
They always were kind, but I still was obdured,  
Seeking the Destruction of King, Church, & Peers  
Had I Grey and Mellvin now here to condole with  
And their Recommendations to''th' Cabals below—,  
I might have Commissions in Hell to control with  
But sure I shall find some Friends where I go.    

LONDON, Printed for J. Dean Bookseller in Cranborn-Street, near Newport-House, in Leicester-Fields.