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THE DEATH
OF
QUEEN CAROLINE.
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Mourn ye ſons of Britain. mourn,
and, with bitter lamentation,
Join in plaintive ſtrains of grief,
For the mother of your nation:
For our loved Caroline
Now has paid the debt of nature,
And has left this dreary clime
For a world we hope much better.
Lament all hearts for her,
who was once ſo fair and blooming,
While in pomp they bear her train,
to the tomb ſo dark and gloomy,
Let her Royal Conſort George,
wail the grieving diſpenſation,
And be join'd with one accord,
by a loyal hearted nation.
Oh! how little ſhe would think
of the fate that was awaiting,
When ſhe landed on our ſhore,
