Some of you all bestow one Tear,
Upon my mournful Ditty:
In Queen-street did an Heiress live,
Whose downfall when I sing;
'Twill make the very Stones to grieve,
God prosper long our King.
For her a Scotish Knight did die,
Was ever the like seen;
I shame to tell place, how, or why,
And so God bless the Queen: