A mournful ditty, entitled Elizabeths loss, together with a welcome for King james.  
To a pleasant new tune.  

FArewell, farewell, farewell,  
brave Englands ioy:  
Gone is thy friend  
that kept thee from annoy.  
Lament, lament, lament  
you English peers,  
Lament your loss  
possessed so many yeeres.   

Gone is thy queen, the  
paragon of time,  
On whom grim death  
hath spread his fatal line.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

Gone is that gem which  
God and man did love,  
She hath us left  
to dwell in heaven above.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

You gallant Ladies  
of her Princely train,  
lament your loss  
your love, your hope, and gain.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

weep wring your hands,  
all clad in mourning weeds,  
show forth your love,  
in tongue in hart and deeds.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

Full four and forty years  
four moneths seven dayes,  
She did maintain this realm  
in peace always.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

In spite of Spaines proud Pope,  
and all the rout,  
Who lion like ran  
ranging round about.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

With traitorous plots to slay  
her royal grace,  
Her realm, her laws  
and gospel to deface,  
Lament, lament, &c.   

Yet time and tide God still  
was her defence,  
Till for himself from us  
he took her hence  
Lament, lament, &c.   

We need not to rehearse  
what care what grief,  
She still endured,  
and all for our relief.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

We need not to rehearse  
what benefits,  
You all inioyd, what pleasures  
and what gifts.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

You Virgins all bewail  
your Virgin queen,  
That phoenix rare,  
on earth but seldom seen.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

With Angels wings she pierced  
the starry sky,  
When death, grim death,  
hath shut her mortal eye.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

You nymphs that sing and bathe,  
in fountains clear:  
Come lend your help to sing  
in mournful cheer.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

All you that do profess  
sweet musics Art,  
Lay all aside, your Vyoll  
Lute and harp,  
Lament, lament, &c.   

mourn Organs, Flutes,  
mourn Sagbuts with sad sound:  
mourn Trumpets shrill,  
mourn Cornets mute& round.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

You Poets all brave Shakspeare,  
johnson, green,  
Bestow your time to writ  
for Englands queen.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

return your songs and Sonnets  
and your says:  
To set forth sweet  
Elizabeths praise.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

In fine all you  
that loyal harts possess,  
With Roses sweet,  
bedeck hir Princely hearse.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

Bedeck that hearse  
sprung from that famous King,  
King henry the eight,  
whose famed on earth doth ring  
Lament, lament, &c.   

Now is the time that we  
must all forget,  
Thy sacred name  
oh sweet Elizabeth.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

Praying for King james,  
as erst we prayed for thee,  
In all submissive love  
and loyalty.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

beseeching God to bless  
his majesty  
With earthly peace  
and heauens felicity.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

And make his reign  
more prosperous here on earth  
Then was the reign  
of late Elizabeth.  
Lament, lament, &c.   

Wherefore all you  
that subiects true bear names  
Still pray with me, and say  
God save King james.  
Lament, lament, lament,  
you English peers,  
Lament your loss enjoyed  
so many yeeres.   
FINIS.   

Imprinted at London for T.P.