The ladies lamentation, or, The commanders last farewel, who valiantly lost his life in the last engagement; for the loss of whom his loving lady laments. To the tune of, Loggan water, licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B25586 of text R229241 in the English Short Title Catalog. Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B25586 Wing L155B Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.121.g.9[93] ESTC R229241 ocm99888266

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Love -- England -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The ladies lamentation, or, The commanders last farewel, : who valiantly lost his life in the last engagement; for the loss of whom his loving lady la n/a 1692 1 476 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2014-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-06 Sampled and proofread 2014-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

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

Licensed according to Order .

IN London liv'd a Squyre , where He long enjoy'd a Lady fair ; At length he to the Warrs 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 tydings came that he was slain , She wrung her hands and wept amain ' , And with lamenting cryes , said she , My dear would I had dy'd for thee . What Joy or pleasure can I have , While he lyes sleeping in the Grave , In whom I plac'd 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 lyes sleeping with the slain . The Bloody Warrs by Land and Sea , Alas ! may well lamented be ; For while Men do for Conquest strive , Warr 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 encompast 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 opprest 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 'de 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 gawdy 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 farewel , There 's nothing stedfast here below , All things are turning too and fro . Alas my splended Glory bright , Was in a moment blasted quite , And I instrange confusion hurl'd , There 's nothing stedfast in this World . FINIS .