Epitaph on Adelaide, Dowager Queen of England
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QUEEN OF ENGLAND
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DEC. 2 ND
Tune—Tars of The Blanche.
As the shamrock, the rose, and the thistle
Conversing together did stand,
Floods of tears for their loss they saw
The glory and pride of the land.
Too early had some thousands missed her
Which caused them in grief to deplores
A summons from death had approached
And Adelaide now is no more. her,
The wife of a true British sailor,
She was of great fame and renown,
Beloved by the peer and the peasant,
An honour to England's crown,
So greatly revered and respected,
And adorrd by the rich and the poor,
Female virtue by her was protected,
And Adelaide now is no more,
Her royal old true British sailor,
With Howe had stemmed many a wave,
And he was the pride of the nation,
So manly, courageous, and brave.
By death he was called from his station,
Left his widow in grief to deplore,
Lamented all over the nation,
And Adelaide now is no more.
Her heart was both noble and tender,
Her purse she n'er kept out of sight,
To bestow on the wretched her bounty,
Was always her joy and delight.
She gladdened the heart of the orphan,
The widow did did her much adore,
Soothed the sorrows did of the afflicted,
But Adelaide now is no more.
She hoarded not up golden treasure,
The hungry she joyfully fed
To het it was always a pleasure,
To see there was none wanting bread.
Now anguish is seen in the faces,
And felt in the hearts of the poor,
Sorrow says in various places,
Oh, Adelaide now is no more.
But now she has gone to that heaven,
From whence she can never return,
Britannia in grief is complaining,
And numbers in sorrow do mourn,
And while in her tomb she is sleeping,
Her virtues will England adore,
while the widow and orphan say weeping
Kind Adelaide now is no more,
Her good deeds on earth now are ended,
May her virtues in glory bright shine,
while she reigned she fulfilled the scrip-
Banevolent, ſeeling, and kind, ture
In the grave where there is no distinction,
Alas, 'tween the rich and the poor,
But she is gone, and none e'er will behold
Queen Adelaide now is no more.
Hodges, Printer, (from PITT'S) Toy Warehouse, 31, Dudley Street, 7,Dials
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