QUEEN MARY'S
LAMENTATION

Printed and Sold by J. Jennings, No. 15,
Water Lane, Fleet Street.

I SIGH and lament me in vain,
Thefe walls can but echo my moan,
Alas! it increafes my pain,
When I think of the days that are gone;
Thro' the grate of my prifon I fee
The birds as they wanton in air,
My heart how it pants to be free,
My looks they are wild with defpair.

Above, though oppreſt by my fate,
I burn with contempt for my foes,
Tho' fortune has alter'd my ſtate,
She ne'er can fubdue me to thofe;
Falſe woman, in ages to come,
Thy malice detefted ſhall be,
And when we are cold in the tomb.
Some heart ſtill will forrow for me.

Ye roofs where cold damps and difmay,
With filence and solitude dwell,
How comfortleſs paffes the day,
How ſad tolls the evening bell;
The owls from the battlements cry,
Hollow winds feem to murmur around,
O Mary, prepare thee to die,
My blood it runs cold at the found.