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<DATE>2007-12-04</DATE>
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<NAME>Elspeth Healey</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE Hang-Man's Lamentation; OR, THE <HI>Chancellour's Farewel.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>HAve at the Blind <HI>Harper</HI>'s, for once let us try,</L>
<L>To Sing a Poor <HI>Chancellor</HI>'s Sad De&s;tiny,</L>
<L>Bewayl'd by Three Kingdoms, without one wet Eye.</L>
<L><HI>Then Farewel</HI> Jeff&mdash;s, <HI>Old Boy</HI> Jeff&mdash;s,</L>
<L><HI>Ever and ever Farewel.</HI></L>
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<L>With <HI>Popery</HI> and <HI>Slavery,</HI> he Thriv'd <HI>Cock-a-hoop;</HI></L>
<L>But when <HI>Right, Law,</HI> and <HI>Go&s;pel,</HI> began to Look Up,</L>
<L>He got a <HI>Con&s;umption,</HI> and dy'd of a <HI>Droop.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then Farewel,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>To Die neither <HI>Satan,</HI> nor <HI>Belzebub</HI>'s Debtors;</L>
<L>Some &s;ay he's but gon to Vi&s;it his Betters;</L>
<L>And to take up a Lodging for Old Father <HI>Letre</HI>'s.</L>
<L><HI>Then Farewel,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>Yes, the <HI>Chancellour</HI>'s Dead&punc; and would ye know why?</L>
<L>His Boys in the <HI>We&s;t,</HI> like <HI>Goblins</HI> &s;tood by;</L>
<L>And with Bloody Pitch-forks, kill'd him Dead in the Eye.</L>
<L><HI>Then Farewel,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>The Gho&s;ts of his <HI>Martyrs,</HI> they made &s;uch a Stir there,</L>
<L>That Great <HI>Ru&s;&s;el</HI>'s Gho&s;t, and <HI>Corni&s;h</HI>'s Murther,</L>
<L>E'en frighted his Soul, to the Devil and further.</L>
<L><HI>Then Farewel,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>The &s;ad Thought of <HI>Hemp,</HI> pierc'd him thoro' and thoro',</L>
<L>And to tell you the Truth, in meer Grief and Sorrow;</L>
<L>He e'en <HI>Died</HI> to Day, to &s;ave <HI>Hanging</HI> to Morrow.</L>
<L><HI>Then Farewel,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>This <HI>Hector</HI> that once cou'd Roar, Swagger, and Bri&s;tle,</L>
<L>Our great Son of Thunder's, gon out like a Fizle;</L>
<L>And bids both the <HI>Sheriffs,</HI> and <HI>Hangman</HI> go Whi&s;tle,</L>
<L><HI>Then Farewel,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>But to march off &s;o &s;neaking, in troth was fowl play,</L>
<L>For his good Friends of <HI>Holbourn,</HI> as all People &s;ay,</L>
<L>Complain he has lo&s;t them a whole Holy-Day.</L>
<L><HI>Then Farewel</HI> Jeff&mdash;s, <HI>Old Boy</HI> Jeff&mdash;s,</L>
<L><HI>Ever and ever Farewel.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed in the Year, 1689.</P>
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