woodcut of a gentlewoman with a turkey   

THE LADIES LAMENTATION, Or, The Commanders last farewell, who Valiantly lost his Life in the late Engagement; For the loss of whom his Loving Lady Laments.  
To the Tune of, Loggan Water,  

licenced according to Order.   

IN London lived a squire, where  
He long enjoyed a Lady fair;  
At length he to the wars must go,  
To face the proud insulting Foe.  
While Sailing in the Royal Fleet,  
By which the French was fairly beat,  
It was his Fortune then to fall,  
In Battle by a Cannon Ball.  
The tidings came that he was slain,  
She wrung her hands and wept amain',  
And with lamenting cries, said she,  
My dear would I had died for thee.  
What Joy or pleasure can I have,  
While he lies sleeping in the Grave,  
In whom I placed my chief delight,  
All Pleasures now has taken flight.  
He's gone, I ne're shall see him more,  
Behold the World cannot restore,  
That fatal loss which I sustain,  
He now lies sleeping with the slain.  
The Bloody wars by Land and Sea,  
Alas! may well lamented be;  
For while Men do for Conquest strive,  
war parts the dearest Friends alive.  
See Women loose their Husbands dear,  
And Parents too their Children here:  
Thus while the Sword is drawn, we find  
It causes grief to Women kind.  
By true experience have I found,  
Some thousands are encompassed round,  
With grief and sorrow now this day  
And I am so as well as they.  
Mine eyes like streams& fountains flow  
My heart's oppressed with grief and woe,  
The loss of my brave Hero bold,  
Is more to me than Crowns of Gold.  
Had I an Earthly Diadem,  
I'd freely give it now for him;  
But had I that and ten times more,  
All this could not his Life restore.  
The inward Torments which I feel,  
I am not able to conceal;  
But to the World I here declare,  
My grief is more then I can bear.  
Take hence my Jewels, Chains and Rings  
Rich Diamonds, all such gaudy things,  
And Robes of Sable let me have,  
Now to go mourning to my Grave.  
Since thus I do in Torment dwell,  
All Earthly Glory now farewell,  
There's nothing steadfast here below,  
All things are turning too and fro.  
Alas my splended Glory bright,  
Was in a moment blasted quiter,  
And I instrange confusion hurled,  
There's nothing steadfast in this World.   
FINIS.