The Royal FUNERAL: OR, THE
Mourning State and Solemnity OF THE FUNERAL OF
MARY, Queen of
ENGLAND, &c.
Who was Intered at
Westminster, on the Fifth of
March, 1695.
To the Tune of,
Hopes Farewel, &c.
Licens'd and Enter'd according te Order.
HEre I write a sorrowful Ditty,
for all the Protestant Nation to read,
Which must needs be moved with Pity,
for e'ry Heart has just reason to bleed;
Death's cruel Spleen, assaulted the Queen,
When she in the hight of her Glory was seen;
Septer and Ball, Crown, Throne and all,
She now has forsaken, behold her Funeral!
Lords, and likewise Ladies of Honour,
while Queen
Mary she was lying in State,
In their Mourning they waited upon Her,
their Grief and Sorrow no Tongue can relate;
Death's cruel Dart, hath pierced the Heart
Of our Royal Queen
Mary, and forc'd her to part,
With Crown and Ball, Throne, Septer and all,
Let Protestant Subjects behold her Funeral!
On the Twentieth Eight of
December
our most Religious Queen
Mary she dy'd,
At which time the Church a dear Member
did lose, for which we in Grief do abide;
The Courtly Train, do weep and complain,
For to see the last Per
[...]od of her Royal Reign;
Septer and Ball Throne Crown and all,
Queen Mary
hath left, for behold her Funeral!
Mourn ye Sons and Daughters of
Sion,
O mourn in Sable and sorrowful Tears,
Good Queen
Mary whom we did relye on,
is snatch'd from us in the prime of her Years:
Many a Day in State she lay,
From whence they convey'd her to Lodgins of Clay:
Septer and Ball, Throne, Crown and all,
Queen Mary
hath left, for behold her Funeral!
Now that Sweet and Heavenly Creature
lyes close confin'd in a Coffing of Lead;
Death's sharp Arrows severely did treate her,
without respect to a Queen's Crowned Head;
Both High and Low must suffer the Blow,
For Death in full power no Pity will show:
Septer and Ball, Throne Crown and all,
Queen Mary
hath left, for behold her Funeral!
This Good Queen her Mercies extended
to all her Subjects of e'ry Degree,
So that when her Days they were Ended,
no Queen was e'er so Lamented as She;
Both Rich and Poor, the Nation all o'er,
Did weep, but no Sorrow her Life could restore:
Septer and Ball, Throne Crown and all,
Queen Mary
hath left, for behold her Funeral!
Now the Abby is shadow'd with Mourning,
and with the darkest of Sable all round;
See how Things are changing and turning,
for there Queen
Mary in Triumph was Crown'd;
Now in the room of pleasant Perfume,
She lies close confin'd in a cold silent Tomb:
Septer and Ball, Throne, Crown and all,
Queen Mary
hath left, for behold her Funeral!
World thy chiefest Honours are flying,
there's nothing lasting amongst us we find;
Crowned Heads are subject to Dying,
they leave their Trophies of Honour behind;
Flourish they may, yet Time will decay,
And blast Earthly Glory, tho' never so gay:
Septer and Ball, Throne, Crown and all,
Queen Mary
hath left, for behold her Funeral!