Funeral of the Prin-
cess Charlotte.

Tune—The Storm

Printed and Sold by J. Pitts, 14 Great
Andrew Street, SevenDials

MOURNFUL sad affecting story,
Of the Princess fair and young,
Blighted in her prime and glory,
solemn let the Dirge be rung,
Every eye shall melt with pity,
When they view thy solemn Bier,
Ev'ry Maid in town or city,
Pay the tribute of a Tear.

Leopold shall pine and languish
Oft in fancy seek thine arms,
This shall rend his heart with anguish
Disappointed of thy charms,
Now it stead of sweet affection,
Happiness and unity,
Wretchedness and sad dejection,
Grief and deepest misery.

Many needy souls shall miss thee,
sigh to hear thy Funeral knell.
Ev'ry tongue shall say God bless thee,
sweetest Angel fare thee well,
May the holy balm of heaven.
Rest upon Prince Cobourg's mind.
Fortitude to him be given
To his Cross to be resign'd,

Long thy deeds shall be recorded,
A ll thy kindness to the poor.
O thine arms shall be rewarded
Out of heaven's abundant store,
But of Heaven's abundant treasure,
Thou shall reap eternal gain
And tho' blighted now thy pleasure,
Ye shall meet in Heaven again,

see the solemn Hearse appearing
see the weeping Mourner's train,
Dismal prospect most uncheering.
Most distracting to the brain,
sweetest fair thou shall inherit.
An immortal diamond crown,
In Heaven shall rest thy sacred spirit,
With Leopold in high renown,