The Court and Kingdoms in Tears: Or, The Sorrowful Subjects Lamentation for the Death of her Majesty Queen MARY ●ho departed this Life, the 28th. of December, 1694; To the Unspeakabse Grief of his Majesty, and all his Loyal and Loving Subjects.  
To the Tune of, If Love's a sweet Passion, &c.  

IN Mourning, in Mourning the Kingdoms appears,  
And the Eyes of true Subjects are flowing with Tears,  
For our Grief and our Sorrow, alas, it is great,  
Since our Gracious Queen mary departed of late;  
By the hand of could Death she was snatched from the Throne,  
Having left our most gracious King William alone.  
The loss of our Queen, we have cause to lament,  
In the prime of her Years, from the World she is sent,  
While her Sorrowful Subjects, do weeping complain,  
Knowing that they shall never behold her again:  
By the hand of could Death, &c.  
O! what an unspeakable Change is there wrought?  
From a Throne, Crown and sceptre, Q: M: is brought,  
For to take up her Lodging, now, now in the Grave;  
So uncertain is Honour and all that we have:  
By the hand of could Death, &c.  
She in the Kings absence, did Govern the Realm,  
With discretion and Wisdom, she sat at the Helm,  
While her Subjects in Loyal Obedience did stand,  
For a public Blessing she was to the Land;  
To our Sorrow and Grief she is snatched from the Throne,  
And our Monarch King William, now Governs alone.  
There's nothing but Sorrow and Grief to be seen,  
Thro' the Court and the Kingdoms for loss of the Q:  
Who in less than a week, was Alive, Well, and Dead;  
And with her all our joys and our Comforts are fled:  
By the hand of could Death, &c.  
O! who would have thought, when from Flanders he came,  
And the Queen she did meet him in Triumph and famed,  
That her time was so near, yet, alas, it is so.  
She is gone and hath left us in Sorrow and Wo●  
By the hand of could Death, &c.  
The learned physician was sent for with speed  
She was dangerous ill, there was never more need;  
But, alas, all the Skill in the World was in vain,  
For the Doctors they could not restore her again:  
By the hand of could Death, &c.  
Her Soul is conveyed to the Regions of Joy,  
Where there's nothing her Comfort and Peace can annoy,  
It is we that are left in sad sorrowful Fears,  
For the loss of a Queen in the prime of her Years;  
By the hand of could Death, &c.  
For gracious King William let's sand up our Prayers.  
That the LORD would support him in all his Affairs;  
That he still may be able our Laws to defend,  
He has been to the Nation a Fatherly Friend;  
Therefore Heaven, we hope, will establish his Throne,  
In the spite of his Foes, tho' he Governs alone.   
FINIS.