The Sorrowful Lamentation of the Widows 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, russel's Farewell.  

This may be Printed  
R. P.   
 

ALas! we Widows of the West  
whose Husbands did Rebel,  
Of Comfort we are dispossessed,  
our sorrows did excel:  
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 Monmouth came ashore at Lime,  
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 from,  
the Nation to invade.   
 

We said it was a horrid thing,  
and prayed 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 Widows 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 business and their Trade  
for which at length they died:  
'Tis true it was a just Reward,  
because they did Rebel,  
Against their Gracious Sovereign,  
though we in sorrow dwell.   

Those Criminals that did oppose  
our Lawful Government,  
Did likewise prove our deadly Foes,  
and caused 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 lived in happy state,  
in this our good King's 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 youth 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 rejoice and Sing,  
and never more Complain.    

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