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QUEEN MARY'S LAMENTATION,
I SIGH and lament me in vain,
these walls can but echo my moan,
Alas! it increases my pain
when I think on the days that are gone.
Through the grate of my prison I see
the birds as they wanton in all
My heart how it pants to be free,
my looks they are wild with despair.
Above, though opprest by my fate;
I burn with contempt for my foes,
Though fortune has alter'd my state,
see ne'er can subdue me to those.
False women, in ages to come,
thy malice detested shall be,
And when we are cold in the tomb,
some heart will still sorrow for me.
Ye roofs where cold damps and dismay,
with silence and fortitude dwell,
How confortable passes the day?
how sadly tosts the evening bell.
