And bless’d his royal Family.
As he promis’d to do at his end,
Upon that day he was condemn’d.
Then for the block he did prepare,
His gentleman ty’d up his hair,
Took off the bag and the big coat,
His neck made bare all ’round the throat,
On a black cushion he kneel’d down,
While friends stood weeping all around:
The mournings off the rails they threw,