Londons Lamentation: OR, An Excellent New Song On the LOSS of LONDON's CHARTER.
To the Tune of,
Packington's
Pound.
I.
YOu
Free-men, and
Masters, and
Prentices mourn,
For now You are left with your
Charter forlorn:
Since
London was
London, I dare boldly say,
For your
Ryots you never so dearly did pay;
In
Westminster-Hall
Your
Dagon did fall,
That caus'd You to Ryot and Mutiny all:
Oh
London! Oh
London! Thou'dst better had
None,
Than thus with Thy
Charter to vie with the
Throne.
II.
Oh
London! Oh
London! how cou'dst Thou pretend
Against thy
Defender Thy Crimes to defend?
Thy
Freedom &
Rights from kind
Princes did spring,
And yet in contempt Thou withstandest thy
King:
With bold brazen Face
They pleaded thy Case,
In hopes to the
Charter the
King wou'd give place:
Oh
London! Thou'dst better no
Charter at all,
Than thus for
Rebellion thy
Charter shou'd fall.
III.
Since
Britains to
London came over to dwell,
You had an old
Charter, to buy and to sell;
And whilst in
Allegiance each honest man lives,
Then you had a
Charter for
Lord May'r and
Shrieves:
But when, with Your Pride,
You began to backslide,
And
London of Factions did run with the Tide,
Then
London, Oh
London! 'tis time to withdraw,
Lest the floud of Your
Factions the Land over-flow.
IV.
When Faction and Fury of
Rebels prevail'd;
When
Coblers were
Kings, and
Monarchs were jayl'd;
When
Masters in Tumults their
Prentices led,
And the
Tail did begin to make war with the
Head;
When
Thomas and
Kate
Did bring in their Plate,
T'uphold the
Old Cause of the
Rump of the State,
Then tell me, Oh
London! I prethe now tell,
Hadst thou e'r a
Charter to Fight and Rebel?
V.
When zealous
Sham-Sheriffs the
City oppose,
In spight of the
Charter, the
King and the
Laws,
And make such a Ryot and Rout in the Town,
That never before such a Racket was known;
When
Ryoters dare
Arrest the
Lord May'r,
And force the
King's Substitute out of the
Chair:
Oh
London! whose
Charter is now on the
Lees,
Did Your
Charter e'r warrant such actions as these.
VI.
Alas for the
Brethren! what now must they do,
For choosing
Whig-Sheriffs and
Burgesses too?
The
Charter with
Patience is gone to the pot,
And the
Doctor is lost in the depth of the
Plot.
St.
Stephens his
Flayl
No more will prevail,
Nor Sir
Robert's
Dagger, the
Charter to bail:
Oh
London! Thou'dst better have suffer'd by
Fire,
Than thus thy old
Charter shou'd stick in the Mire.
VII.
But since with your Folly, your Faction and Pride,
You Sink with the
Charter, who strove with the
Tide,
Let all the Lost Rivers return to the Main
From whence they descended; They'l spring out again;
Submit to the
King
In every thing,
Then of a
New Charter New Sonnets we'll sing:
As
London the
Phoenex of
England ne'r dies,
So out of the Flames a new CHARTER will rise.
Printed by N. T. at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden.