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On Sir John Fenwick.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

1

Here lie the Relicks of a martyr'd Knight,
Whose Loyalty unspotted as the Light,
Seal'd with his Blood his injur'd So---gn's Right.

2

The State his Head did from his Body sever,
Because when living 'twas his chief Endeavour
To set the Nation and its Head together.

3

He boldly fell, girt round with weeping Soldiers,
Imploring Heaven for the good o' the Beholders,
So to cut H---d's Head from England's Shoulders.