https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=55&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1628&output=atom <![CDATA[Execution Ballads]]> 2024-03-29T21:14:35+11:00 Omeka https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1221 <![CDATA[Gewisser Bericht des Truten und Hexenbrennens Bambergischen Gebiets]]> 2021-03-25T16:07:24+11:00

Title

Gewisser Bericht des Truten und Hexenbrennens Bambergischen Gebiets

Subtitle

wie lang es gewehrt / Was für ubels / ihrer Außsag nach / sie viel Jahr hero an Menschen / Vihe / Früchten und andern verübet / was allbereit verbrennet / un vermög heiliger Göttlicher Schrifft (kein Zauberer man leben lassen) hingerichtet / Und in summa / wie sie von Teuffel betrogen un hinter das Liecht geführet worden. All frommen Christen zur sonderlichen trewherzigen Warnung in ein Lied gebracht / Im Thon: Es ist gewißlich an der zeit.

Synopsis

account of multiple witches and sorcerers burned in Bamberg region

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Es ist gewißlich an der zeit

Transcription

Dann man ansicht feßt unser zeit
in welche wir sind kommen
Findet man nichts denn Herzenleid
welch uberhand genommen
So gar daß wol nicht erger sein
fan auff Erden in aller gemein
steht es ubler alß ubel.

Wie wolt es auch nict ubel stehen
weil nicht nur sünd und schande
uber all heuffig im schwang gehn
daß fast in allen Landen
Krieg / Blutvergiessen / mord un brand
uber all auch de Oberhand
bekommen /Gott seys geklaget.

Sondern welchs zu erbarmen ist
wie auch schrecklich zu hören
daß der so sein wil ein guter Christ
sich lest so gar bethören
Daß er sich dem Teuffel ergibt
mit Leib und Seel durch ein gelübd
absaget seiner Tauffe.

Die heilige Dreyfaltigkeit
verleugnet auch dem Teuffel
sich mit Leib und Seel ganz ergert
stürzt sich ohn allen zweifel
nur schendlichen wollusts wegen
so sie mit dem Teuffel pflegen
der sie doch nur betrieget.

Ein Tausentkünstler allezeit
der Teuffel ist gewesen
welcher auch in der Christenheit
gestisstet groß unwesen
mit Hexerey und Zauberey
und durch die Unholden mancherley
zu seim Werckzeug gebrauchet.

Wie dann mehr alß denn wolbekant
im Bambergischen Lande
durch unterschiedliche Trutenbrant
solch Hexerey unn schande.
Jezund vermög heiliger Schrifft
außgerottet wird welche spricht:
Kein Zauberer solt lassen leben.

Weil sie bekennen so viel Mord
und unseglichen Schaden
gestisstel han an manchen ort
daß keine Frucht gerhaten
So viel Jahr her und ob sie wol
gerhaten sind auch etlichmal
haben sie alls verzaubert.

Daß Vieh und Menschen sind zu grund
gangen durch ihr beshweren
und bezaubert zu aller stund
des Teuffels sies thun lehren.
Verspricht ihnen darbey güldne Berg
geht doch endlich alls uberzwerg
mitbetrug sie bezahlet.

Zu Zeit sind unterschiedlich Brandt
jetzt in eim halben Jahre
gesechehen und nimmet uberhand
je mehr man brennt fürware.
Je mehr der Hexen finden sich
welchs erschrecklich und erbermlich
von Christen ist zu hören.

Die Großköpffin und Canzlerin
sampt dero beyde Töchter
der Großkopff selbst ist auch schon hin
zuin brennen sie all dochten
wegen ihrer Zauberey und Hexerey
so sie getrieben haben haben.

Die dicke Kandelgiesserin
hat auch herhalten müssen
welche lange zeit ein Trütnerin
und Zauberwerck bewiesen.
Da sie sebsten bekennet hat
sie sey froh daß man an diese stat
zum verbrennen sey kommen.

Sie sey vom Teuffel immer zu
gewesen hart geplaget
hab ihr gelassen kein rast noch ruh
ihr gewissen genaget.
Daß sie nach all dem willen sein
außstehen müssen Marter unnd Pein
die ganze zeit ihres Lebens.

Reiche Kramer ohn unterschied
wie auch fürnehme Herren
sampt dero Weibern sind dereit
verbrennt worden und werden.
Teglich mehr eingefangen viel
kein ansehen der Person gilt
Reich / Arm / Schön / Herr und Frawen.

Ein grosses Hauß mit viel gemach
ist allbreit erbawet
darein man teglich einfacht
vielen noch dafür grawet.
Doch geschict keinem kein unrecht
denn solchem zaubrischen Beschlecht
gehört mit ins Fewer.

Ein grosser Ofen ist erbawt
zu Zeilda man ein hauffen einwerffen kan
man hört und schawt
keine kan da entlauffen
Der Teuffel betrengt sie sehr
alß ob es Phantasey wer
mit den Truten verbrennen.

Uberredet die albern Leut
Er laß keinen verbrennen
Er errette sie zu rechter zeit
wie sies hernach bekennen.
Gibt ihnen ein die grosse Frewd
sey hinderstellig gar kein Leid
laß er den seinen wiederfahren.

Solch und dergleichen Ubelthat
sind abgeschaffet worden
Mit dem Schwerdt darnach man sie hat
geworffen an den orten.
Ins Fewer sie verbrant zu staub
etlichen wird auch abgehawt
die Händ werden gezwicket.

Mit glüend Zangen welche viel
und groß ubel verübet
wie denn der noch sehr viel im Spiel
welche manch Mensch betrübet.
Erkrummet / erlamt / erschreckt / getödt
Daß der es alles erzehlen thet
müst ein gantzen Tag haben.

Ach Gott erhör uns deine Kind
behüt uns fürs Teuffels listen
und vor dem zauberischen Gesind
dein recht gleubige Christen.
Gib O Heilig Dreyfaltigkeit
dir zu dinnen je und allezeit
wer das wil thun sprech Amen.

Method of Punishment

burning

Crime(s)

witchcraft

Gender

Date

Execution Location

Bamberg, Germany

Printing Location

Schmalkalden
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https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/930 <![CDATA[A warning for all desperate VVomen. ]]> 2021-06-17T11:06:30+10:00

Title

A warning for all desperate VVomen.

Subtitle

By the example of Alice Dauis who for killing of her husband was burned in Smithfield the 12 of Iuly 1628. to the terror of all the beholders.

Synopsis

One of two ballads about Alice Davis, convicted of petty treason for the murder of her husband and burned at the stake in Smithfield, London in 1628. Davis was one of a spate of executions of women for this crime in early seventeenth-century London, and the ballad's judgmental tone is meant to teach a lesson of subservience to all listening wives.

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Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.120-121; EBBA 20050.  Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan.

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UNto the world to make my moane,
I know it is a folly,
Because that I have spent my time,
which have beene free and jolly,
But to the Lord which rules above,
I doe for mercy crie,
To grant me pardon for the crime,
for which on earth I dye.

Hells fiery flames prepared are,
for those that live in sinne,
And now on earth I tast of some,
but as a pricke or pin,
To those which shall hereafter be,
without Gods mercy great,
Who once more calls us to account,
on his Tribunall Seate.

Then hasty hairebraind wives take heed,
of me a warning take,
Least like to me in coole of blood,
you burn't be at a stake;
The woman which heere last did dye,
and was consum'd with fire,
Puts me in minde, but all to late,
for death I doe require.

But to the story now I come,
which to you Ile relate,
Because that I have liv'd like some,
in good repute and state,
In Westminster we lived there,
well knowne by many friends,
Which little thought that each of us,
should have come to such ends.

A Smith my husband was by trade,
as many well doe know,
And divers merry dayes we had,
not feeling cause of woe,
Abroad together we had bin,
and home at length we came,
But then I did that fatall deede,
which brings me to this shame.

He askt what monies I had left,
and some he needes would have,
But I a penny would not give,
though he did seeme to crave,
But words betwixt us then did passe,
as words to harsh I gave,
And as the Divell would as then,
I did both sweare and rave.

The second Part, To the same tune.

And then I tooke a little knife,
and stab'd him in the heart.
Whose Soule from Body instantly,
my bloody hand did part,
But cursed hand, and fatall knife
and wicked was that houre,
When as my God did give me ore
unto his hellish power.

The deede no sooner I had don,
But out of doores I ran,
And to the neighbours I did cry,
I kil'd had my good man,
Who straight-way flockt unto my house,
to see that bloody sight,
Which when they did behold with griefe,
it did them much affright.

Then hands upon me there was lay'd,
And I to Prison sent,
Where as I lay perplext in woe,
and did that deede repent,
When Sizes came I was arraign'd,
by Jury just and true,
I was found guilty of the fact,
for which I have my due.

The Jury having cast me then,
to judgment then I came,
Which was a terrour to my heart,
and to my friends a shame,
To thinke upon my husbands death,
and of my wretched life,
Betwixt my Spirit and my flesh,
did cause a cruell strife.

But then the Judge me sentence gave
to goe from whence I came,
From thence, unto a stake be bound
to burne in fiers flame,
Untill my flesh and bones consum'd,
to ashes in that place,
Which was a heavie sentence then,
on on[e] so voyd of grace.

And on the twelfth of July now,
I on a sledge was laid,
To Smithfield with a guard of men
I streight way was conveyd,
Where I was tyed to a stake,
with Reedes was round beset,
And Fagtos, Pitch, and other things
which they for me did get.

Now great Jehovah I thee pray,
my bloudy sinnes forgive,
For on this earth most wretched I
unworthy am to live.
Christ Jesus unto thee I pray,
and unto thee I cry,
Thou with thy blood wilt wash my sinnes
away, which heere must dye.

Good wives and bad, example take,
at this my cursed fall,
And Maidens that shall husbands have,
I warning am to all:
Your Husbands are your Lords & heads,
you ought them to obey,
Grant love betwixt each man and wife,
unto the Lord I pray.

God and the world forgive my sinnes,
which are so vile and foule,
Sweete Jesus now I come to thee,
O Lord receive my Soule.
Then to the Reedes they fire did put,
which flamd up to the skye,
And then she shriek'd most pittifully,
before that she did dye.

The Lord preserve our King & Queene,
and all good Subjects blesse,
And Grant the Gospell true and free,
amongst us may encrease.
Betwixt each husband and each wife,
send lond and amitie,
And grant that I may be the last.
that such a death did dye.

[F]INIS.

Method of Punishment

burning

Crime(s)

murder

Gender

Date

Printing Location

Printed for F. Coules

Tune Data

The Ladies Fall (Simpson 1966, pp, 98, 104, 105, 248, 369-371, 368), is linked with In Peascod Time. Tune first appeared in 1597.
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https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/925 <![CDATA[The vnnaturall Wife: ]]> 2020-01-08T15:13:34+11:00

Title

The vnnaturall Wife:

Subtitle

Or, The lamentable Murther, of one goodman Dauis, LockeSmith in Tutle-streete, who was stabbed to death by his Wife, on the 29. of Iune, 1628. For which fact, She was Araigned, Condemned, and Adiudged. to be Burnt to Death in Smithfield, the 12. Iuly 1628.

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Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Papys Ballads 1.122-1.123r; EBBA 20051

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Bragandary

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IF woefull objects may excite,

the minde to ruth and pittie,
Then here is one will thee affright

in Westminsters faire Citie:
A strange inhumane Murther there,
To God, and Man as doth appeare:

oh murther,

most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
But God that rules the host of Heaven,

did give me ore to sinne,
And to vild wrath my minde was given,

which long I lived in;
But now too late I doe repent,
And for the same my heart doth rent:

oh murther,

most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
Let all curst Wives by me take heed,

how they doe, doe the like,
Cause not thy Husband for to bleed,

nor lift thy hand to strike;
Lest like to me, you burne in fire,
Because of cruell rage and ire:

oh murther,

most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
A Locke-Smith late in Westminster,

my Husband was by trade,
And well he lived by his Art,

though oft I him ubbraide;
And often times would chide and braule,
And many ill names would him call:

oh murther,

most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
The second part. To the same Tune.
I And my Husband foorth had bin,

at Supper at that time,
When as I did commit that sin,

which was a bloody crime;
And comming home he then did crave,
A Shilling of me for to have:

oh murther,

most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
I vow'd he should no Money get,

and I my vow did keepe,
Which then did cause him for to fret,

but now it makes me weepe;
And then in striving for the same,
I drew my knife unto my shame:

oh murther,

most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
Most desperately I stab'd him then,

with this my fatall knife,
Which is a warning to Women,

to take their Husbands life;
Then out of doores I streight did runne,
And sayd that I was quite undon,

oh murther,

most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
My Husband I did say was slaine,

amongst my Neighbours there,
And to my house they straite way came,

being possest with feare;
And then they found him on the floore,
Starke dead all weltring in his goore,

oh murther,

most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
Life faine I would have fetcht againe,

but now it was too late,
I did repent I him had slaine,

in this my heavie state;
The Constable did beare me then
Unto a Justice with his men:

oh murther, etc.
Then Justice me to Newgate sent,

untill the Sessions came,
For this same foule and bloody fact,

to answere for the same;
When at the Barre I did appeare,
The Jury found me guiltie there:

oh murther, etc.
The Judge gave sentence thus on me,

that backe I should returne
To Newgate, and then at a Stake,

my bones and flesh should burne
To ashes, in the winde to flie,
Upon the Earth, and in the Skie.

oh murther, etc.
Upon the twelfth of Juely now,

I on a Hurdle plac't,
Unto my Excecution drawne,

by weeping eyes I past;
And there in Smith-field at a Stake,
My latest breath I there did take:

oh murther, etc.
And being chayned to the Stake,

both Reedes and Faggots then
Close to my Body there was set,

with Pitch, Tarre, and Rozen,
Then to the heavenly Lord I prayd,
That he would be my strength and ayde.

oh murther,

most inhumane,
To spill my husbands blood.
Let me a warning be to Wives,

that are of hasty kinde,
Lord grant that all may mend their lives,

and beare my death in minde,
And let me be the last I pray,
That ere may dye by such like way.

Oh Father

for thy Sonnes sake,
Forgive my sinnes for aye.

Method of Punishment

burning

Crime(s)

murder

Gender

Date

Printing Location

London for M. T. Widdow

Tune Data

Bragandary is a lost tune (Simpson 1966, p. 743).
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