Dishonour Enthroned Lyrics

Where freedoms damon used to keep, In peace and awe, his folks. Who fed, not fed upon, his sheep, There wolves and vultures now do prey. Herds are slain. The herds are slain, and kinships sway, Now reigns an artful foe, While mothers weep, a veiling trust, Lies present over all of the earth. The laurelled garland, which before, Encircled on his brow… The spotless robes which once he wore, And sheep-hooks which he used to sway, The pipe whereon he loved to play, Are seized on by the rabble, And must be used no more. Poor swain how thou’d laments to see, Thy flocks o’r ruled by those, That serve thy kinfolk all like thee, Just as they treated you. Where hateful vice usurps the crown, And loyalty is trodden down, Down crest and sceptre goes, When foxes now, the shepherds be! Adapted from a pastoral poem called ‘The Kings Death’ By Alexander Brome (1648) A Damon in is ‘one who tames, overpowers, or subdues’