2 50 153 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b41b31ce960a2b8be67c97289a1ca355.jpg a5d1f8df841941217ea014d83eb15239 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6f8fabb885929c355d5be8dc9f68b72a.jpg 744cfef77974ac45512e1488707ad991 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2bff3dbd9e9c215390208ccf0145ceb9.mp3 21cb5dbee1aa7564524e0579e8124475 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134"><em>Fortune my foe</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Great God that sees al things that here are don Keeping thy Court with thy celestiall Son; Heere her complaint that hath so sore offended, Forgive my fact before my life is ended. Ah me the shame unto all women kinde, To harbour such a thought within my minde: That now hath made me to the world a scorne, And makes me curse the time that I was borne. I would to God my mothers haples wombe, Before my birth had beene my happy tombe: Or would to God when first I did take breath, That I had suffered any painefull death. If ever dyed a true repentant soule, Then I am she, whose deedes are blacke and foule: Then take heed wives be to your husbands kinde, And beare this lesson truely in your minde, Let not your tongus oresway true reasons bounds, Which in your rage your utmost rancour sounds: A woman that is wise should seldome speake, Unlesse discreetly she her words repeat Oh would that I had thought of this before, Which now to thinke on makes my heart full sore: Then should I not have done this deed so foule, The which hath stained my immortall soule. Tis not to dye that thus doth cause me grieve, I am more willing far to die than live; But tis for blood which mounteth to the skies, And to the Lord revenge, revenge, it cries. My dearest husband did I wound to death, And was the cause h[e] lost his sweetest breath, But yet I trust his soule in heaven doth dwell, And mine without Gods mercy sinkes to hell. In London neere to smithfield did I dwell, And mongst my neighbours was beloved well: Till that the Devill wrought me this same spight, That all their loves are turnd to hatred quight. John Wallen was my loving husbands name, Which long hath liv'd in London in good fame. His trade a Turner, as was knowne full well, My name An Wallen , dolefull tale to tell. Anne wallens Lamentation, Or the second part of the murther of one John Wallen a Turner in Cow-lane neere Smithfield; done by his owne wife, on saterday the 22 of June 1616. who was burnt in Smithfield the first of July following, To the tune of Fortune my foe. My husband having beene about the towne, And comming home, he on his bed lay down: To rest himselfe, which when I did espie, I fell to rayling most outragiously. I cald him Rogue, and slave, and all to naught, Repeating the worst language might be thought Thou drunken knave I said, and arrant sot, Thy minde is set on nothing but the pot. Sweet heart he said I pray thee hold thy tongue, And if thou dost not, I shall shall doe thee wrong, At which, straight way I grew in worser rage, That he by no meanes could my tongue asswage. He then arose and strooke me on the eare, I did at him begin to curse and sweare: Then presently one of his tooles I got, And on his body gave a wicked stroake Amongst his intrailes I this Chissell threw, Where as his Caule came out, for which I rue, What hast thou don, I prethee looke quoth he, Thou hast thy wish, for thou hast killed me. When this was done the neighbours they ran in, And to his bed they streight conveyed him: Where he was drest and liv'd till morne next day, Yet he forgave me and for me did pray. No sooner was his breath from body fled, But unto Newgate straight way they me led: Where I did lie untill the Sizes came, Which was before I there three daies had laine. Mother in lawe, forgive me I you pray, For I have made your onely childe away, Even all you had; my selfe made husbandlesse, My life and all cause [I] did so transgresse, He nere did wrong to any in his life, But he too much was wronged by his wife; Then wives be warn'd example take by me. Heavens graunt no more that such a one may be. My judgement then it was pronounced plaine, Because my dearest husband I had slaine: In burning flames of fire I should fry, Receive my soule sweet Jesus now I die. T: Platte. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1616 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for Henry Gosson, and are to be solde/ at his shop on London bridge. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Composer of Ballad T. Platte Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b41b31ce960a2b8be67c97289a1ca355.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="489"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2bff3dbd9e9c215390208ccf0145ceb9.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.124-125; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20053/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20053</a>. Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan. <br /><br /> Subtitle For the Murthering of her husband Iohn Wallen a Turner in Cow-lane neere Smithfield; done by his owne wife, on satterday the 22 of Iune. 1616. who was burnt in Smithfield the first of Iuly following. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Anne Wallen sings from the scaffold of her remorse at the stabbing death of her husband. However, spectators at her burning were convinced it was in self-defense against a violent attacker. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Anne VVallens Lamentation, Audio recording burning Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/16b89779b173daecb53a471c913a7e90.jpg 885acf551b2f3871027e202c64784243 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/16b89779b173daecb53a471c913a7e90.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> <div class="thumbnail-container"> <div class="thumbnail"></div> </div> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 5.5; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/22222/image" target="_blank">EBBA 22222</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. YOu noble Lords of high Degree, that see my dismal Doom, Have some regard to pity me, who now alas! am come To dye an ignominious Death, as well it doth appear; While I declare with my last Breath, the Laws are most severe. 2. In Scotland was I bred, and born of noble Parents there; Good Education did adorn my Life, I do declare: No Crime did e'er my Conscience stain, till I adventured here, Thus have I reason to complain, the Laws are most severe. 3. In Flanders I the French have fac'd, likewise in Ireland, Still eagerly pursu'd the Chace, with valiant heart and hand: Why was not I in Battel slain, rather than suffer here A Death which Mortals doth disdain; the Laws are most severe. 4. I did no hurt nor wrong intend, I solemnly protest; But merely for to serve my Friend, I granted his Request, To free his Lady out of Thrall, his Joy and only Dear; And now my Life must pay for all, the Laws are most severe. 5. I coming from my Native Land, in this unhappy time, Alas! I did not understand the Nature of the Crime; Therefore I soon did condescend, as it doth well appear, And find therein I did offend, the Laws are most severe. 6. In the same Lodging where I lay, and liv'd at Bed and Board, My Landlord did my Life betray, for Fifty pounds Reward: Then being into Prison cast, although with Conscience clear, I was arraigned at the last, the Laws are most severe. 7. The Lady would not hear my moan, while dying Words I sent; Her cruel Heart more hard than stone, could not the least relent; But triumph in my wretched State, as I did often hear; I fall here by the hand of Fate, the Laws are most severe. 8. Will not my good and gracious King be mercifull to me? Is there not in his Breast a Spring of Princely Clemency? No, not for me, alas! I dye, the hours drawing near; To the last Minute I shall cry the Laws are most severe. 9. Farewell dear Country-men, said he, and this tumultuous noise; My Soul will soon transported be to more Coelestial Joys; Tho' in the Blossom of my Youth, pale Death I do not fear, For to the last I'll speak the Truth, the Laws are most severe. 10. Alas! I have not long to live, and therefore now, said he, All that have wrong'd me I forgive, as God shall pardon me; My Landlord and his subtle Wife, I do forgive them here, Farewell this transitory Life, the Laws are most severe. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. Assisting to steal an heiress Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Date Date of ballad 1690 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Capt. Johnsons last Farewel: Who was arraigned for being assisting in the stealing a young Heiress, for which he received Sentance of Death, and was accordingly Executed at Tyburn, the 23th. of this instant December, 1690. assisting to steal an heiress English Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3a2ddc86299d6465a8a1d6913e5fe420.jpg db1accb8600ceabad775a22240f90444 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/83b07217b0afe836f54d2ce5de034c0f.jpg 3ba3d2b16d46dcf31dedcf827308a7a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad James Whitney, a famous highwayman, is finally caught and executed for his many crimes. He is offered a reprieve if he names his accomplices, which he does, but the reprieve is never granted. <br /><br />Account of Whitney's sentencing from the <a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?id=OA16930201n2-1&amp;div=OA16930201#highlight" target="_blank">Old Bailey Online</a>: <br />James Whitney , otherwise called Captain Whitney, Butcher , the great Highway-man, was a second time Indicted, together with Benjamin Kallow , Gent , for Robbing one John Smith at South-Mims-wash on the 10th of November last, of 100 yards of Lace, value 50 l. Neither of them made any Exceptions against the Jury; only Mr. Whitney desired none might be sworn amongst them, that were of the Hundred where the Robbery was done, which was granted by the Court; then the Witnesses were call'd and sworn for the King; The first was Mr. Smith, who said he was Robbed by seven Men, but he did not know them: The next Witness swore flatly against Mr. Whitney, that he Robbed him first, and afterward he went to Mr. Smith and Robbed him, and that he stob'd several Carriers Horses at the same time; but there was no Evidence could charge Kallow, so he was acquitted of this Indictment. Whitney being ask'd what he had to say for himself; answered in short, That he knew nothing of the Matter, and that the Man was hard-mouth'd. But was answer'd, That his mouth was soft enough to do his business. And could not prove where he was at that time, so he was found guilty of the Robbery. <br /><br /><em>Old Bailey Proceedings Online</em><span> (www.oldbaileyonline.org, version 8.0, 15 January 2019), </span><em>Ordinary of Newgate's Account</em><span>, February 1693 (OA16930201).</span> Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. highway robbery Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Porter's block, near Cow Crosse, Smithfield, London Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics T He fatal day is come at last, of sorrow, grief, and shame, Which will the fading glory blast, of Whitney now by name. My wicked life has been the cause of this sad destiny; For since I broke the Nation's laws, 'tis just that I should die. Here to the world I freely leave these lines, my last farewel; And though I do not seem to grieve, yet conscience, like a hell, Does wrack and fill my soul with dread, and does against me cry; The wicked life which I have led, makes me afraid to die. The dreadful oaths which I have swore, comes fresh into my mind, When the Great God I come before, shall I a pardon find? Who did for sad damnation call, when in my villany; I under his displeasure fall, which makes me fear to die. 'Tis true, a chearful countenance I seeminly do bear, But now my most unhappy chance, drives me unto dispair; Were conscience clear, what would I give, all that I have, for why? The thoughts of how I here did live, makes me afraid to die. I robb'd the roads both night and day, young harlots to maintain, From honest men I took away, and gave it gills again; Whom I lov'd better than a wife, I cannot this deny; Yet this perfidious wretched life, makes me afraid to die. With loaded pistol in my hand, myself among the rest, Would force the travellers to stand, with pistols at their breast, Their purses to give up with speed, or soon the shot should flie; To think of which my heart doth bleed, I am afraid to die. What though I suffer on a tree, it is not that I fear; But oh! what will become of me, if God should be severe? To me who all my days have spent with thieves continually, And ne'er did in the least repent, therefore I fear to die. My brother Holland , and the rest are gone five days before, While I in sorrow am opprest, my heart is grieved sore; This seems a second death to be, and I in sorrow cry, And hope you all will pitty me, who now at last must die. I sigh at my sad destiny, my very heart does bleed: Alas! why did they flatter me, with hopes of being freed? Why did they bring me a reprieve? O tell me, tell me why? Yet I at last the world must leave, and be compell'd to die. Farewel thou world, I must imbrace the bitter pangs of death, And here in shame and sad disgrace, surrender up my breath; For which this day I hither came, so sad's my destiny; And tho' I startle at the same, 'tis just that I should die. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <a href="http://www.executedtoday.com/2014/12/19/1694-james-whitney-highwayman/" target="_blank">executedtoday.com</a>: Dapper highwayman James Whitney was hanged at Smithfield on December 19th 1694. A monument to the allures and the perils of a midlife career change, Whitney threw over a tiresome life as the proprietor of an inn in Cheshunt, Hertfordshire,* purchased with his liquidation the accoutrements of the gentleman thief, and took to the road. <br /><br />“Captain” Whitney — he had no right to the rank he appropriated for himself — was one of those stickup men who greatly esteemed the pose of honor associated with his new calling. On one occasion, he relieved a gentleman traveler of a large sack of silver on Newmarket Heath, but when his victim pleaded the length of his journey Whitney opened the bag to its former owner with an invitation to take what he would need. <br /><br />The man plunged his hands in and hauled out as much as they would carry, leading Whitney to remark with a smile, “I thought you would have had more conscience, sir.” <br /><br />In another fine caper (there are more of them assembled here) Whitney told a man to stand and deliver, only to have the traveler reply that he was about to say the same back to him. The two robbers laughed at their encounter and went their separate ways, but Whitney later chanced to turn up at the same inn as his so-called brother plunderer and overhear him regaling his fellows with the tale of having outwitted a highwayman by pretending to be one of the same profession. <br /><br />Whitney stalked the man and a companion out of the hostel the next morning and this time robbed them successfully: “You should have kept your secret a little longer, and not have boasted so soon of having outwitted a thief. There is now nothing for you but to deliver or die!” Nobody likes your stories anyway, you blowhard. <br /><br />True, James Whitney ended his adventure at the gallows: death is the fate of us all. From his day to ours, folk toiling away the ceaseless lonesome days between ashes and ashes have understood the soul’s stirring to exalt their scant mortal hours with deeds of valor and romance and derring-do. And as Whitney himself is said to have remarked to a miser whose lucre he was seizing, “Is it not more generous to take a man’s money from him bravely, than to grind him to death by exacting eight or ten per cent, under cover of serving him?”** <br /><br />Nobody knows any of James Whitney’s peers in the publican guild, but as Captain Whitney he joined England’s most legendary gentleman outlaw in verse:<br />When Claude du Val was in Newgate thrown, <br />He carved his name on the dungeon stone; <br />Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, <br />“You have carved your epitaph, Claude du Val, <br /><br />Du Val was hanged, and the next who came <br />On the selfsame stone inscribed his name; <br />“Aha!” quoth the dubsman, with devilish glee, <br />“Tom Waters, your doom is the triple tree!” <br /><br />Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew, <br />Rumbold and Whitney — a jolly crew! <br />All carved their names on the stone, and all <br />Share the fate of the brave Du Val! <br /><br />Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, <br />Rattled their chains in that dungeon old: <br />Of all that number there ‘scaped not one <br />Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. <br /><br />* The George Inn. A map search does yield a The George in Cheshunt; whether this is actually the same facility where our famous highwayman once earned a lawful keep, I have not been able to establish. URL <a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?id=OA16930201n2-1&amp;div=OA16930201#highlight">'Ordinary of Newgate's Account, 1st February 1693'</a>, <em>The Proceedings of the Old Bailey - London's Central Criminal Court, 1674 to 1913</em> <br /><br /><a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=vWyoAwAAQBAJ&amp;pg=PT100&amp;lpg=PT100&amp;dq=captain+whitney+executed+1693&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=KMoM9KipU1&amp;sig=Acq-3V95udQBifQoFtZmQ2GnRbg&amp;hl=en&amp;sa=X&amp;ved=0ahUKEwjQgKC938zbAhVGKZQKHWuoDBIQ6AEIQTAK#v=onepage&amp;q=captain%20whitney%20executed%201693&amp;f=false">'January 6, 1693'</a> in <em>Tyburn: The Story of London's Gallows</em>, by Robert Bard <br /><br /><a href="http://www.pascalbonenfant.com/18c/newgatecalendar/james_whitney.html">'James Whitney'</a>, <em>Website of Pascal Bonenfant</em>, by Stephan Hart<br /><br /><a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=9coiAAAAMAAJ&amp;pg=PA134&amp;redir_esc=y#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false" target="_blank">'Whitney' </a> in <em>Lives and Exploits of the Most Noted Highwaymen, Robbers and Murderers of All Nations, Drawn from the Most Authentic Sources and Brought Down to the Present Time,</em> by Charles Whitehead Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3a2ddc86299d6465a8a1d6913e5fe420.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="800" height="480"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College, Cambridge - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.186; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20801/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20801</a> Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Capt. WHITNEY's Confession: OR, HIS Penitent Lamentation, Under a Sence of a Guilty Conscience, on the Day of his Execution at the Porter's Block, near Smithfield-Bars, which was on the First of February, 1693. English hanging highway robbery Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/56484de606fec140d4d0eacc81314057.jpg 622f48b5fbd636c83dff82bb78b9bcaf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOU noble Lords of high Degree, That see my dismal Doom; Have some Regard, and pitty me, Who now, alas! am come To die an ignominious Death, As it doth will appear; While I declare, with my last Breath, The Laws are most severe. In Scotland I was breed and born, Of noble Parents there; Good Education did adorn My Life, I do declare: No Crime did eer my Consciance stain, Till I adventurd here; Thus have I Reason to complain, The Laws are most severe. In Flanders I the French have facd, And likewise in Ireland Still eagerly persued the Chase, With valiant Heart and Hand: Why was I not in Battle slain; Rather then suffer here, A Death, which Mortals do disdain, The Laws are most severe. I did no Hurt, nor any Wrong, I solemnly protest; But merely for to serve my Friend, I granted his Request; To free his Lady out of Thrall, His Joy and only Dear; And now my Life must pay for all, The Laws are most severe. I coming from my Native Land, In this unhappy Time, Alas! I did not understand The Nature of the Crime; Therefore I soon did condescend, As it does well appear, And find therein I did offend, The Laws are most severe. In the same Lodging where I lay, And livd at Bed and Board, My Landlord did my Life betray, For fifty Pounds reward; Then being into Prison cast, Although with Conscience clear; I was a arraigned at the last, The Laws are most severe. The Lady will not hear my Moan, While dying Words I sent; Her cruel Heart more hard than Stone, Would not the least relent; But triumphing in my wretched State, As I die often here; I fall here by the Hand of Fate, The Laws are most severe. Will not my good and gracious King, Be merciful to me; Is there not, in his Breast, a Spring, Of princely Clemency? No, not for me, alas! I die, The Hour is drawing near, To the last Minute I shall cry The Laws are most severe. Farewel, dear Countrymen, said he, And this tumultuous Noise; My Soul will soon transported be, To more Celestial Joys, Tho in the Blossom of my Youth, Pale Death I do not fear; For to the last, Ill speak the Truth, The Laws are most severe. Alas! I have not long to live, And therefore now, said he, All that wrongd me, I them forgive, As God shall pardon me: My Landlord and subtle Wife, I do forgive them here; Farewel, this transitory Life, The Laws are most severe. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1730-1769 ? (I think 1690) Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Capt. Johnstons last farewell who was arraigned for being assisting in the stealing a young heiress, for which he received sentance of death, and was accordingly executed at Tyburn, the 23d. of this instant December, 1690. To the tune of Russel's farewel. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://www.exclassics.com/newgate/ng55.htm" target="_blank">SIR JOHN JOHNSTON</a> was born at Kirkcaldy, in Fifeshire. His father had had a good estate, but had diminished it by extravagant living, so Sir John went young into the army to improve his fortune. He went over to Ireland, where he thought to better his circumstances by marriage; and getting into the acquaintance of a Mr Magrath, in the county of Clare, he, by his urbane conversation, so gained his good opinion, that he frequently invited him to dinner. Mr Magrath having a daughter, with ten thousand pounds as her portion, Sir John took every opportunity to insinuate himself into her company, and so far gained upon her affections as to obtain her consent to elope with him; but the father, having some hints given him of their private courtship, kept a very watchful eye over their actions, and at last, being confirmed in his suspicions, forbade Sir John his house, and kept his daughter close. <br /><br />Miss Magrath being uneasy under her confinement, and deprived of the company of Sir John, whom she loved to distraction, made a kinswoman her confidante, and entrusted her with a letter to Sir John, to let him know how uneasy her life was, and that if he would come to such a place, at a stated time, she would endeavour to make her escape, and meet him. But the lady, thinking she should gain most by obliging her uncle, delivered the letter to him, instead of Sir John. Mr Magrath, having read it, sealed it up again, and sent it to Sir John, who received it with a great deal of satisfaction, and immediately wrote an answer, and returned it by the same messenger. But, repairing to the place of rendezvous, instead of meeting the lady, he fell into an ambuscade of fellows with sticks and clubs, who beat him so unmercifully that he promised to relinquish his pursuit. <br /><br />Having been in London some time, and spent his money, he was obliged to apply to some of his countrymen for support; and Captain James Campbell, brother of the Earl of Argyll, having a design to steal an heiress, one Miss Mary Wharton, he and Mr Montgomery were assistants in the affair. Miss Wharton was the daughter of Philip Wharton, Esq., and at the age of thirteen, by his death, inherited fifteen hundred pounds per annum, besides a personal property to the amount of one thousand pounds. This young lady resided with her mother in Great Queen Street, and Captain James Campbell, brother of the Earl of Argyll, wishing to possess so rich a prize, determined to marry her perforce, and for that purpose prevailed upon Sir John Johnston and Archibald Montgomery to assist him in conveying Miss Wharton from her home, which being done, and a reward of a hundred pounds offered for the apprehension of Captain Campbell, and fifty pounds a-piece for him and Mr Montgomery. Sir John, being betrayed by his landlord, was apprehended and indicted for it, the 11th of December, 1690. <br /><br />The evidence was, in substance, that Miss Mary Wharton, being an heiress of considerable fortune, and under the care of her guardian (Mr Bierly), was decoyed out on the 10th of November, and being met with by Sir John Johnston, Captain Campbell and Mr Montgomery, in Queen Street, was forced into a coach with six horses (appointed to wait there by Captain Campbell) and carried to the coachman's house, and there married to Captain Campbell, against the consent of herself, or knowledge of her guardian. The jury having found the prisoner guilty, he received sentence of death. <br /><br />The enterprise succeeded but too well to Johnston's cost. Campbell, who was the real culprit, escaped punishment, and married Margaret Leslie, daughter of David Lord Newark, after Parliament had dissolved his first marriage; but every effort to save Johnston proved ineffectual. Miss Wharton afterwards married Colonel Bierly, who commanded a regiment of horse in the service of William III. <br /><br />At the place of execution, Sir John addressed the spectators in a long speech, in which he not only endeavoured to make it appear he was blameless in the transaction for which he suffered, but that he had been greatly wronged by printed papers, in which he was charged with a rape at Chester, and a similar crime at Utrecht, in Holland. He was executed at Tyburn, the 23rd of December, 1690. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Newcastle upon Tyne: Printed and Sold by JOHN WHITE. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data Russel's Farewel; or, Monmonth's Lament. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/56484de606fec140d4d0eacc81314057.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="800" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, Shelsmark: C.20.f.9.786-787; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31486/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31486</a>; Variant in <a href="http://eebo.chadwyck.com/search/fulltext?SOURCE=var_form.cfg&amp;FILE=../session/1385096820_27121&amp;ACTION=ByID&amp;ID=D00000998967880000&amp;SUBSET=&amp;DISPLAY=AUTHOR&amp;ECCO=Y&amp;WARN=N&amp;SIZE=5" target="_blank">EEBO</a> (institutional login required), see ballad pamplet images. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. Assisting to steal an Heiress Subtitle who was executed at Tyburn, near London for being concened in stealing an Heirres. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Captain Johnson's Last Farewel to the World, assisting to steal an heiress English Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5faa2b8c39909b7b393de6b9a3480b9b.jpg 4b312f6b4ec97aa66148e3507caa8e94 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174"><em>Packington's Pound</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics MY Masters and friends and good people draw near and look to your purses, for that I do say. And though little mony in them you do bear, it cost more to get then to lose in a day: you oft have been told both the young and the Old, and bidden beware of of the Cut-purse so bold: Then if you take heed not, free me from the curse, Who both give you warning, for and the Cut-purse. Youth, youth thou hadst better been starvd by thy Nurse Then live to be hangd for cutting a purse. It hath been upbraided to men of my Trade, that oftentimes we are the cause of this crime, Alack and for pitty, why should it be said? as if they regarded or places or time, Examples have been Or some that were seen of Westminster hall yea the pleaders between: Then why should the Judges be free from this curse, More then my poor self is for cutting the Purse, Youth youth, etc. At Worster, tis known well and even in the Jale, a Knight of good worship did there shew his fa[ce] Against the foule sinners in zeale for to raile, and so lost, ipso facto, his purse in the place: Nay once from the Seat Of judgement so great a Judge there did lose a fair purse of Velvet, Oh Lord for thy mercy how wicked or worse Are those that so venture their necks for a purse! Youth youth, etc. At Playes and at Sermons, and at the Sessions, tis daily their practice such booty to make, Yea under the Gallows at Executions, they stick not the stare-abouts purses to take. Nay one without grace At a better place at Court and in Christmas, before the Kings fa[ce.] Alack then for pitty must I bear the curse, That only belong to the cunning Cut-purse. Youth youth thou hadst better been starved by th[y Nurse] Then live to be hangd for cutting a pu[rse.] BUt oh! you vile Nation of Cutpurses all, Relent and repent, and amend and be sound, And know that you ought not by honest mens fall advance your own fortunes to dye above ground. And though you go gay In Silks as you may, It is not the highway to Heaven as they say, Repent then repent you for better for worse And kiss not the Gallows for cutting a purse, Youth youth thou hadst better been starvd by thy Nurse Then live to be hangd for cutting a purse. The Players do tell you in Bartholmew Faire what secret consumptions and Rascals you are, For one of their Actors it seems had the fate by some of your Trade to be fleeced of late, Then fall to your prayers You that are way-layers, theyre fit to chouse all the world, that can cheat Players For he hath the Art, and no man the worse, Whose cunning can pilfer the pilferers purse. Youth youth etc. The plain Country man that coms staring to London if once you come near him he quickly is undone, For when he amazedly gaz[e]th about one treads on his toes, an[d] the other pulst out, Then in a strange place Where he knows no face, his mony is gone tis a pittiful case. The Divel of hell in his trade is not worse Then Gilter, and Diver, and Cutter of purse, Youth etc. The poor servant maid wears her purse in her placket A place of quick feeling and yet you can take it, Nor is she aware that you have done the feat Untill she is going to pay for her meat. Then she cryes and rages Amongst her Baggages, and swears at one thrust she hath lost all her wa-ges For she is ingaged her own to disburse, To make good the breach of the cruel Cut-purse Youth etc. Your eyes and your fingers are nimble of growth. But Dun many times he hath been nimbler then both Yet you are deceived by many a slut, But the Hang-man is only the Cut-purses cut, It makes you to vex When he bridles your necks and then at the last what becomes of your tricks But when you should pray, you begin for to curse The hand that first shewd you to slash at a purse, Youth, etc. But now to my hearers this Counsel I give, And pray friends remember it as long as you live, Bring out no more cash in purse pocket or wallet, Then one single penny to pay for the Ballet, For Cut-purse doth shrowd Himself in a Cloud, theres many a purse hath been lost in a crowd For hes the most rogue that doth crowd up & curses Who first cryes my Masters beware of your purses. Oh youth thou hadst better been starvd by thy Nurse Then live to be hanged for cutting a purse. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1647-1665 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A warning to the listener to beware of cutpurses - often sung while cutpurses would steal from unaware listeners of the ballad-singer. Ballad-singer asks not to be put in same category as thieves. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for W. Gilbertson. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. stealing Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5faa2b8c39909b7b393de6b9a3480b9b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, Shelfmark: C.20.f.8.46-47; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30274/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30274</a> Subtitle With a warning to all purse-carriers: Shewing the confi- dence of the first, and the carelesnesse of the last; With necessary admonitions for them both, lest the Hangman get the one, and the Begger take the other. To the tune of, Packingtons pound. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Caveat for Cut-purses. Female hanging Male theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4c19d03190a727ca14247201f0e80820.jpg 365bd5cd5ec780d4d025d0b5618df0dc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Certayne versis / writtene by Thomas Brooke Ge~tleman / in the tyme of his impryso~ment / the daye before his deathe / who sufferyd at Norwich / the. 30. of August. 1570. I Languishe / as I lye / And death doth make me thrall / To cares which death shall sone cut of / And sett me quyt / of all. yett feble fleshe would faynt / To feale so sharpe a fyght / Saue Fayth in Christ / doth comfort me / And sleithe such fancy quyght. For fyndyng forth howe frayle / Eache wordly state doth stande / I hould him blyst / that fearyng God / Is redd of such a band. For he that longest lyues / And Nestors yeares doth gayne / Hath so much more accompte to make / And fyndyth Lyfe but vayne. What cawse ys then to quayle / I am called before / To tast the Ioyes which Christis bloode / Hath bowght and layde in store. No no / no greter Ioye / Can eny hart posses / Then throwgh the death to gayne a lyfe / Wyth hym in blyssednes. Who sende the Quene long lyfe / Much Ioye and contries peace / Her Cowncell health / hyr fryndes good lucke / To all ther Ioyes increase. Thus puttyng vppe my greaues / I grownde my lyfe on God / And thanke hym with most humble hart / And mekelye kysse his rodde. Finis / {quod} Thomas Brooke. Seane / and allowyd / accordynge to the Quenes Maiestyes Iniunction. God saue the Quene Imprynted at Norwich in the Paryshe of Saynct Andrewe / by Anthony de Solempne. 1570. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1570 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="http://english.nsms.ox.ac.uk/holinshed/texts.php?text1=1587_9030" target="_blank">From the Holinshed Project, 1587, vol. 6, p. 1221: </a>The seauen and twentith of Male, Thomas Nor|ton and Christopher Norton of Yorkshire,The Nor|tons execu|ted. being both condemned of high treason for the late rebellion in the north, were drawen from the tower of London to Tiborne, and there hanged, headed, and quartered. In this yeare also conspired certeine gentlemen with other in the countie of Norffolke,Conspiracie in Norffolke and where|vpon it tooke beginning. whose purpose was on Midsummer daie at Harlestone faire, with sound of trumpet and drum to haue rais [...]d a num|ber, and then to proclame their diuelish pretense a|gainst strangers and others. This matter was vtte|red by Thomas Ket one of the conspiracie vnto Iohn Kenseie, who foorthwith sent the same Ket with a conestable to the next iustice, before whome and o|ther iustices he opened the whole matter. Wherevp|on maister Drue Drurie immediatlie apprehen|ded Iohn Throckmorton, and after him manie gen|tlemen of the citie of Norwich, and the countie of Norffolke, who were all committed to prison, and at the next sessions of goale deliuerie at the castell of Norwich, the seauent<span>é</span>enth of Iulie before sir Robert Catlin knight lord ch<span>é</span>efe iustice, Gilbert Gerard the qu<span>é</span>enes attornie generall, and other iustices, ten of them were indicted of high treason, and some others of contempt. Diuerse of them were condemned, and had iudgement the one and twentith of August: and afterward thr<span>é</span>e of them were hanged, bowelled, and quartered, which were Iohn Throckmorton of Nor|wich gentleman, who stood mute at his arreignment, but at the gallows confessed himselfe to be the ch<span>é</span>efe conspirator, and that none had deserued to die but he, for that he had procured them. With him was execu|ted Thomas Brooke of Rolsbie gentleman on the thirtith of August; and George Dedman of Cringle|ford gentleman was likewise executed the second of September. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Norwich in the Paryshe of Saynct Andrews by Anthony de Solempne Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Norwich, Norfolk Composer of Ballad Thomas Brooke [?] Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/4c19d03190a727ca14247201f0e80820.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Bodleian Library, University of Oxford, Shelfmark: Arch. A c.7; Bodleian Ballads Online <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/edition/3372" target="_blank">Bod3372</a> Subtitle in the tyme of his imprysonment the daye before his deathe who sufferyd at Norwich the .30.of August. 1570. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Certayne versis writtene by Thomas Brooke Gentleman drawing and quartering hanging high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8909581a46a4632bed80a821c5a234a2.jpg beaaeeb562ff0be030ec36591a780e57 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Crimson Velvet</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics IT was a youthfull Knight, lov'd a gallant Lady, Faire she was and bright, and of vertues rare: Her selfe she did behave so courteously as may be, Wedded were they brave, joy without compare. Here began the griefe, Paine without reliefe, her husband soone her love forsooke, To women lewd of mind Being bad inclin'd, he onely lent a pleasant looke: The Lady she sate weeping, While that he was keeping company with others moe: Her words, my Love, believe not, Come to me and grieve not, Wantons will thee overthrow. His faire Ladies words nothing he regarded, Wantonnesse affords such delightfull sport: While they dance and sing, with great mirth prepared, She her hands did wring in most grievous s[oo]rt. Oh what hap had I Thus to waile and cry, unrespected every day: Living in disdaine, While that others gaine all the right I should enjoy? I am left forsaken, Others they are taken, ah my Love, why dost thou so? Her flatteries beleeve not, etc. The Knight with his faire Piece, at length his Lady spied, Who did him daily fleece of his wealth and store: Secretly she stood, while she her fashions tried, With a patient mood, while deepe the Strumpet swore: O sir Knight, quoth she, So dearely I love thee, my life doth rest at thy dispose, By day and eke by night, For thy sweet delight, thou shalt me in thy armes disclose. I am thine owne for ever, Still will I persever true to thee where ere I goe. Her flatteries beleeve not, etc. The vertuous Lady mild enters then among them, Being big with child, as ever she might be. With distilling teares she looked then upon them, Filled full of feares, thus replied she: Ah my Love and Deare, Wherefore stay you here, refusing me your loving wife, For an Harlots sake, Which each one will take, whose vile deeds provoke much strife: Many can accuse her, O my Love refuse her, with thy Lady home returne: Her flatteries beleeve not, Come to me and grieve not, etc. All in fury then the angry Knight upstarted Very furious, when he heard his Ladies speech: With many bitter termes his wife he overthwarted, Using hard extremes, while she did him beseech. From her necke so white, He tooke away in spight her curious chaine of finest gold, Her Jewels and her Rings, And all such costly things, as he about her did behold. The Harlot in her presence, He did gently reverence, and to her he gave them all He sent away his Lady, Full of woe as may be, who in a sound with griefe did fall. The second part, To the same tune. AT his Ladies wrong the Harlot fleer'd and laughed, Inticements are so strong, they over-come the wife: The Knight nothing regarded, to see the Lady scoffed, This was her reward, for her enterprise. The Harlot all this space Did him oft imbrace, she flatters him, and thus doth say, For thee Ile die and live, For thee my faith Ile give, no woe shall work my Loves decay. Thou shalt be my treasure, Thou shalt be my pleasure, thou shalt be my hearts delight: I will be thy darling, I will be thy worldling, in despight of Fortunes spight. Thus he did remaine in wastfull great expences, Till it bred his paine, and consum'd him quite: When his Lands were spent, troubled in his senses, Then he did repent this his lewd delight: For reliefe he hies, For reliefe he flies, to them on whom he spent his gold, They doe him deny, They doe him defie, they will not once his face behold. Being thus distressed, Being thus oppressed, in the fields that night he lay, Which the Harlot knowing, Through her malice growing, sought to take his life away. A young and proper Lad, they had slaine in secret, For the gold he had: whom they did convey, By a Ruffian lewd, to that place directly, Where that youthfull Knight fast a sleeping lay: The bloody dagger than, Wherewith they kill'd the man, hard by the Knight he likewise laid, Sprinkling him with blood, As he thought it good, and then no longer there he staid. The Knight being so abused, Was forthwith accused for this murther which was done, And he was condemned, That had not offended, shamefull death he might not shun. When the Lady bright understood the matter, That her wedded Knight was condemn'd to die, To the King she went with all the speed that might be, Where she did lament her hard destiny: Noble King, quoth she, Pitty take on me, and pardon my poore husbands life, Else I am undone, With my little son, let mercy mitigate this griefe. Lady faire, content thee, Soone thou wouldst repent thee, if he should be saved so: Sore he hath abus'd thee, Sore he hath misus'd thee, therefore Lady let him goe. O my Liege, quoth she, grant your gracious favor, Deare he is to me, though he did me wrong: The King repli'd againe, with a sterne behaviour, A Subject hee hath slaine, die he shall ere long, Except thou canst find Any one so kind, that will die and set him free. Noble King, she said, Glad am I apaid, the same person will I bee, I will suffer duely, I will suffer truely, for my Love and husbands sake. The King therefore amazed, Though he her duty praised, he bade that thence he should her take. It was the Kings command, on the morrow after, She should out of hand, to the Scaffold goe: Her husband pointed was, to beare the sword before her, He must eke alas, give the deadly blow: He refus'd the deed, Shee bade him proceed, with a thousand kisses sweet. In this wofull case, They did both imbrace which mov'd the Ruffian in that place Straight for to discover This concealed murther, whereby the Lady saved was, The Harlot then was hanged, As shee well deserved, this [did v]ertue bring to passe. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1630 (Simpson 1966 says ballad registered in 1603 & 1624) Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events invented story? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed at London for I. Wright. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Tune Data <em>Crimson Velvet</em> first appeared in 1596 (Simpson 1966, pp. 141-142). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8909581a46a4632bed80a821c5a234a2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.138-139 (EEBO has 3 other editions: BL 1660, BL 1675, Beinecke 1655-80); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20060/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20060</a> Subtitle A very excellent Sonnet of the most faire Lady Constance of Cleveland and her disloyall Knight. To the tune of Crimson Velvet. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Constance of Cleveland. beheading Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/03abfe9ea218055d95ff9d7d5bab3868.jpg b1999127c754583faebc3913e3801b5e https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2b4a0ef9fa6d368edf0b1bde8cd75f82.mp3 faa6e6901b497587a78d2781e77ea6bb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134"><em>Fortune my foe</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O H! this would make a stony heart Lament, That men should be so vild and insolent: They will proceed in their unlawful trade, Though many still are sad examples made. They'l Rob, and will defraud men of their due Not fearing any thing that will ensue: And in A Pitious course of Life run on, Contrary to the Law of God and man. Thus do they work their wits both night and day, Still to contrive how they may work their prey: Their wills are working to a base intent, But yet at last too late they may repent. When people by their care doth something save, They'l Rob them of their lives for what they have: This is the highest act of Villany, Their guiltless blood it will for Vengeance cry. Alas, that any Murther should lye hid, From true Discovery, the Lord forbid: Though they commit it ne'r so secretly, They cannot hide from Gods all-seeing-eye. Last April the twentieth day at night, Those Villains did commit a sad Exploit: Three Criminals together they agreed, And did commit a Murther there indeed-- The Widdow Fairbank as it's known full well, She in a Cellar all alone did dwell: To whom those Villains went without delay, And of her life and goods they made their pray. They with a Hankerchief did stop her breath, They also broke her neck, thus wrought her death; They robbed her, and then away they fled, And leaving of her murthered on the Bed. At length it seems one coming down that night, Where they beheld this sad and dismal sight, Undoubtedly it did them much surprize, To see this sudden change before their eyes. Those Criminals made their escape away, That night to Westminster without delay: Then Richard Jones, Charls Tooley, and John Wise, Among them they did share that fatal prize. Next day they were in a most wooful case, Their very Conscience flying in their face, When Jones and Tooley thought of what they'd done They were possest with fear, and forc'd to run. But Wise was taken, and in Prison cast, And Tooleys wife returned again at last: Then all their Villany was open laid, By what her Husband on his Death-bed said. Thus may we see, how Murthers are found out By what strange means it may be brought about: For God who is the Righteous Judge of all, Such Criminals he will to Justice call. Wise was Arraigned, in process of time, And was found Guilty of this cruel Crime: He then received Sentence for to dye, The Just reward of this his Cruelty. Now may this grieve some hundreds for to see, That he deserv'd to dye so shamefully: O that his death may now a warning be, To every one of high or low degree. All you that sees or hears my fatal end, Observe my words, to you a dying friend: In evil Courses never take delight, It is the ready Rode to ruine quite. I do Repent that e're I run astray, I might have lived many a happy day: My Wicked life has hastned death more soon, And now my Morning Sun goes down at Noon. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Three men, John Wise, Richard Jones, and Charles Tooley rob a widow and murder her; Jones and Tooley go on the run the next day but Wise is arrested. Tooley confesses on his deathbed, which his wife reveals and the other two are then punished. The last two stanzas are in Wise's voice. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street,/ without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Piccadilly Tune Data <em>Fortune my foe,</em> is also known as, <em>Aim not too high</em> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/03abfe9ea218055d95ff9d7d5bab3868.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2b4a0ef9fa6d368edf0b1bde8cd75f82.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.153; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20771/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20771</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew.<br /><br /> Subtitle Giving a Just and true Account of one Iohn Wise, who together with Richard Iones, and Charles Tooley yet untaken, did one Sunday night being the twentieth of April, commit that Barbarous and Unnatural Murther on Elizabeth Fairbank, Widdow, who lived in a Seller, at Picadilly, that Robbed and Rifled her, being of Money and Plate, and Rings, for which fact Iohn Wise at present was found guilty, and accordingly received the due Sentance of Death, the which was Executed on Friday, the 17tnth, of this instant October, 1684. at PICKADILLY. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource CRIMINALS CRUELTY. 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Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1172"><em>The Ladies fall</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics OF damned deeds, and deadly dole, I make my mournfull song, By Witches done in Lincolne-shire, where they have lived long: And practisd many a wicked deed, within that Country there, Which fills my brest and bosome full, of sobs, and trembling feare. [O]ne Beaver Castle is a place, that welcome gives to all, [B]y which the Earle of Rutland gaines the loves of great and small: [His] Countesse of like friendlinesse, [Do]th beare as free a mind: [Al]so from them both rich and poore, [?] helps and succour find. [Am]ongst the rest were Witches three, [th]at to this Castle came, [...]Margaret and Phillip Flower, [An]d Joane their Mothers name: [Whi]ch Women dayly found reliefe, [and] were contented well: [Th]at the last this Margret was, [rec]eived there to dwell. [...]oke unto such houshold charge, [...] unto her belongd, [...] she possest with fraud and guile, [he]r place and office wrongd, [...] [s]ecretly purloyned things [t]o her mother home: [...] unlawfull howers from thence, [d]id nightly goe and come. [...]en the Earle & Countesse heard, [...]r dealings knew, [...]ved much that she should prove, [...] so untrue. And so discharg'd her of the house, therein to come no more: For of heer lewd and filching prankes, of proofes there were some store. And likewise that her Mother was, a woman full of wrath, A swearing and blaspheming wretch, forespeaking sodaine death: And how that neighbours in her lookes, malitious signes did see: And some affirm'd she dealt with Sprits, and so a Witch might be. And that her Sister Phillip was well knowne a Strumpet lewd, And how she had a young mans love, bewitched and subdued, Which made the young man often say, he had no power to leave Her curst inticing company, that did him so deceave. When to the Earle and Countesse thus, these just complaints were made, Their hearts began to breed dislike, and greatly grew affraid: Commanding that she never should, returne unto their sight, Nor back into the Castle come, but be excluded quite. Whereat the old malitious feend, with these her darlings thought: The Earle and Countesse them disgrac't, and their discredits wrought: In turning thus despightfully, her daughter out of dores, For which revengement, in her mind she many a mischiefe stores. Heereat the Divell made entrance in,his Kingdome to inlarge. And puts his executing wrath, unto these womens charge: Not caring whom it lighted on, the Innocent or no, And offered them his diligence, to flye, to run, and goe. And to attend in pretty formes, of Dog, of Cat, or Rat, To which they freely gave consent, and much rejoyc't thereat: And as it seemd they sould their soules, for service of such Spirits, And sealing it with drops of blood, damnation so inherits. These Women thus being Divels growne most cunning in their Arts: With charmes and with inchanting spells, they plaid most damned parts: They did forespeake, and Cattle kild, that neighbours could not thrive, And oftentimes their Children young, of life they would deprive. At length the Countess and her Lord, to fits of sickness grew: The which they deemd the hand of God, and their corrections due: Which crosses patiently they bore, misdoubting no such deede, As from these wicked Witches heere, malitiously proceeds. Yet so their mallice more increast, that mischiefe set in foote, To blast the branches of that house, and undermine the roote: Their eldest sonne Henry Lord Rosse, possest with sicknesse strange, Did lingring, lye tormented long, till death his life did change. Their second sonne Lord Francis next, felt like continuing woe: Both day and night in grievous sort, yet none the cause did know: And then the Lady Katherin, into such torments fell: By these their devilish practises, as grieves my heart to tell. The second Part. To the same tune. YEt did this noble minded Earle, so patiently it beare: As if his childrens punishments, right natures troubles were: Suspecting little, that such meanes, against them should be wrought, Untill it pleas'd the Lord to have to light these mischiefes brought. For greatly here the hand of God, did worke in justice cause: When he for these their practises them all in question drawes. And so before the Magistrates, when as the yongest came, Who being guilty of the fact confest and tould the same. How that her mother and her selfe, and sister gave consent: To give the Countesse and her Lord, occasions to repent That ere they turnd her out of dores, in such vile disgrace: For which, or them or theirs should be, brought into heavy case. And how her sister found a time, Lord Rosses glove to take: Who gave it to her mothers hand consuming spels to make. The which she prickt all full of holes, and layd it deepe in ground: Whereas it rotted, so should he, be quite away consum'd. All which her elder sister did, acknowledge to be true: And how that she in boyling blood, did oft the same imbrew, And hereupon the yong Lord Rosse, such torments did abide: That strangely he consum'd away, untill the houre he died. And likewise she confest how they, together all agreed: Against the children of this Earle, to practise and proceed. Not leaving them a child alive, and never to have more: If witchcraft so could doe, because, they turnd them out of dore. The mother as the daughters told, could hardly this deny: For which they were attached all, by Justice speedily. And unto Lincolne Citty borne, therein to lye in Jayle: Untill the Judging Sizes came, that death might be their bayle. But there this hatefull mother witch, these speeches did recall: And said that in Lord Rosses death, she had no hand at all. Whereon she bread and butter tooke, God let this same (quoth she) If I be guilty of his death, passe never thorough me. So mumbling it within her mouth, she never spake more words: But fell downe dead, a judgment just and wonder of the Lords. Her Daughters two their tryalls had, of which being guilty found, They dyed in shame, by strangling twist, and layd by shame in the ground. Have mercy Heaven, on sinners all, and grant that never like Be in this Nation knowne or done, but Lord in vengeance strike: Or else convert their wicked lives which in bad wayes are spent: The feares of God and love of heaven, such courses will prevent. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1619 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed by G. Eld. for John Barnes, dwelling in the long Walke neere Christ-Church, 1619. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. strangling Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. witchcraft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lincoln Tune Data <em>The Ladies Fall, </em>is also known as, <em>In Peascod Time</em> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/e944d7781c1d73ae618e2c64b1b12895.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="420"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/76771fc42a64798c6108334b15d0f1f2.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.132-133; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20058/image">EBBA 20058</a>. Prose pamphlet - <a href="http://eebo.chadwyck.com/search/full_rec?SOURCE=pgthumbs.cfg&amp;ACTION=ByID&amp;ID=99838148&amp;FILE=../session/1316664456_21454&amp;SEARCHSCREEN=CITATIONS&amp;SEARCHCONFIG=var_spell.cfg&amp;DISPLAY=AUTHOR" target="_blank">EEBO</a> (institutional login required). Audio recording by Molly McKew. <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20058/image" target="_blank"><br /></a> Subtitle Joane Flower, and her two Daughters, Margret and Phillip Flower, against Henry Lord Rosse, with others the Children of the Right Honourable the Earle of Rutland, at Beaver Castle, who for the same were executed at Lincolne the 11. of March last. To the tune of the Ladies fall. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad The story of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witches_of_Belvoir" target="_blank">Belvoir Witches</a>, Joan Flower and her daughters Margaret and Philip, convicted in 1619 of killing the children of a noble family through witchcraft. The ballad conforms to English stereotypes of witches: a trio of women who consort with familiars and who take revenge for imagined slights. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Damnable Practises Of three Lincolne-shire Witches, Audio recording Female strangling witchcraft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8eeb0d5ca2d7c708315ce890db2e6c9e.jpg 3d3196caa3af9ea49460f6c055c0d58f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Chloris, Since Thou Art Fled Away</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOu bold undaunted Souls attend To me, who did the Laws offend; For now I come to let you know What provd my fatal overthrow, And brought my Glory to decay; it was my Gang, for whom I hang, Well-a-day, well-a-day. Unto a Duke I was a Page, And succourd in my tender Age, Until the Devil did me intice, To leave of Vertue, and follow Vice; No sooner was I led astray, but Wickedness, did me possess, Well-a-day, well-a-day. If I my Crimes to mind shoud call, And lay them down before you all, They would amount to such a Sum, That there is few in Christendom, So many wanton Pranks did play; but now too late, I mourn my fate, Well-a-day, well-a-day. Upon the Road, I do declare, I causd some Lords and Ladies fair, To quit their Coach, and dance with us; This being done, the Case was thus, They for their Musick needs must pay; but now at last, those Joaks are past, Well-a-day, well-a-day. Another time, I and my Gang, We fell upon a Noble-man; In spite of all that he could do, We took his Gold and Silver too And with the same we rid away; but being took, for death I look, Well-a-day, well-a-day. When I was mounted on my Steed, I thought myself a Man indeed; With Pistol cockd and glittering Sword, Stand and deliver, was the word, Which makes me now lament and say, pity the Fall of great Devol, Well-a-day, well-a-day. I did belong unto a Crew, Of as swaggering Blades as ever drew, Stout Whitherington and Dowglis both, We were all three engagd by Oath, Upon the Road to take our way; but now Devol, must pay for all, Well-a-day, etc. Because I was a Frenchman born, Some Persons treated me with scorn; But being of a daring Soul, Although my Deeds was something foul My gaudy Plumes I did display, but now my Pride, is laid aside, Well-a-day, etc. I reignd with an undaunted mind Some years, but now at last I find, The Pitcher that so often goes Unto the Well, as Proverb shows, Comes broken home at last we say; for now I see, my Destiny, Well-a-day, etc. Then being brought to Justice-hall, Tryd and condemnd before them all; Where many noble Lords did come, And Ladies for to hear my Doom, Then Sentence passd, without delay, the Halter fast, and Tybourn last, In one Day, in one Day. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1683-1716 ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed for C. Bates, in Pye-co[rner] Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a title="Wikipedia - Claude Duval" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Duval" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Claude Du Vall (1643 - 21 January 1670) was a French-born gentleman highwayman in post-Restoration Britain. <br /><br />Du Val was born in Domfront, Orne, Normandy in 1643 to a noble family stripped of title and land. His origin and parentage are in dispute. He did however have a brother Daniel Du Val. At the age of 14 he was sent to Paris where he worked as a domestic servant. He later became a stable boy for a group of English royalists and moved to England in the time of the English Restoration as a footman of the Duke of Richmond (possibly a relation) and rented a house in Wokingham.  <br /><br />Before long Du Val became a successful highwayman who robbed the passing stagecoaches in the roads to London, especially Holloway between Highgate and Islington. However, unlike most other brigands, he distinguished himself with rather gentlemanly behaviour and fashionable clothes. He reputedly never used violence. One of his victims was squire Roper, Master of the Royal Buckhounds, whom he relieved of 50 guineas and tied to a tree. There are many tales about Du Val. One particularly famous one - placed in more than one location and later published by William Pope - claims that he took only a part of his potential loot from a gentleman when his wife agreed to dance with him in the wayside, a scene immortalised by William Powell Frith in his 1860 painting Claude Du Val. If his intention was to deter pursuit by his non-threatening behaviour, he did not totally succeed. After the authorities promised a large reward, he fled to France for some time but returned a few months later. Shortly afterwards he was arrested in the Hole-in-the-Wall tavern in London's Chandos Street, Covent Garden. <br /><br />On 17 January 1670, judge Sir William Morton found him guilty of six robberies (others remained unproven) and sentenced him to death. Despite many attempts to intercede, the king did not pardon him and he was executed on 21 January at Tyburn. When his body was cut down and exhibited in Tangier Tavern, it drew a large crowd and was later removed to St Paul's church, Covent Garden, where it was buried under the centre aisle. <br /><br />His memorial inscription reads: <br />Here lies DuVall: Reder, if male thou art, <br />Look to thy purse; if female, to thy heart. <br />Much havoc has he made of both; for all <br />Men he made to stand, and women he made to fall <br />The second Conqueror of the Norman race, <br />Knights to his arm did yield, and ladies to his face. <br />Old Tyburn's glory; England's illustrious Thief, <br />Du Vall, the ladies' joy; Du Vall, the ladies' grief. <br /><br />The apparently gallant highwayman inspired a number of biographers and playwrights to add to his legend, including claims of alchemy, gambling, and much womanising. He is reported to haunt the Holt Hotel along the A4260 (Oxford Road) in Oxfordshire, a hotel where he spent many nights when it was a small coaching inn. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8eeb0d5ca2d7c708315ce890db2e6c9e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="700" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit University of Glasgow Library - Euing, Shelfmark: Euing Ballads 77; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31760/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31760</a> Tune Data <em>Chloris, Since Thou Art Fled Away, </em>is also known as <em>Upon the Chnnge.</em> Subtitle Containing an Account of many frolicksom Intreigues and notorious Robberies, which he committed: Concluding vvith his mournful Lamentation, on the Day of his Death. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource DEVOL's last Farewel: https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/df96af1f2acaf93ea16fe5e5f028f6e8.jpg e0c7b0ab4cc1560c3d0353ac1dc6a903 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b886ccd0c3437a62f3ab081211b8613b.gif 334f44b521c71ebff2c447d678659ed3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics You tender mothers pray give attention To these few lines I will now relate; From a dreary cell, now to you I'll mention A wicked murderer now has met his fate. This villain's name it is Frederick Baker His trial is over and his time has come, On the gallows high he has met his maker To answer for that cruel deed he'd done. cho: Prepare for death, wicked Frederick Baker, For on the scaffold you will shortly die, Your victim waits for you to meet your maker; She dwells with angels and her God on high On that Saturday little Fanny Adams Near the hop-garden with her sister played, With hearts so light, they were filled with gladness, When that monster, Baker, towards them strayed; In that heart of stone not a spark of pity As he those halfpence to the children gave, But now in gaol in Winchester city He soon will die and fill a murderer's grave. He told those children to go and leave him With little Fanny at the garden gate. He said, "Come with me," and she, believing In his arms he lifted her as now I state. "O do not take me, my mother wants me, I must go home again please sir," she cried, But on this earth she never saw them, For in that hop-garden there, the poor girl died. When the deed was done and that little darling Her soul to God her Maker it had flown, She could not return to her mother's bidding He mutilated her, it is well known. Her heart-broken parents in anguish weeping For vengeance on her murderer cried, Her mother wrings her hands in sorrow O would for you, Dear Fanny, I had died. The jury soon found this monster guilty, The judge on him this awful sentence passed: Saying, "Prepare yourself, for the cruel murder You have committed, your die is cast. And from your cell you will mount the scaffold, And many thousands will you behold, You will die the death of a cruel murderer, And may the Lord have mercy on your soul! What visions now must haunt his pillow As in hls cell he does lie the while? She calls to him, "O you wicked murderer 'Tis I your victim calls, that litile child! The hangman comes; hark the bell is tolling Your time has come, you cannot be saved, He mounts the scaffold and the drop is falling And Frederick Baker fills a murderer's grave. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1867 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong>The true story of Sweet Fanny Adams</strong> <br />From <em><a href="http://murderpedia.org/male.B/b/baker-frederick.htm" target="_blank">Murderpedia.org</a></em><br /><br />Few people who use the expression 'Sweet Fanny Adams' know of its origin. However there was a time when it would have been recognised instantly. <br /><br />When the name Fanny Adams made sensational headlines, creating a wave of horror, revulsion and pity. Little Fanny Adams was brutally murdered on Saturday 24 August 1867. Nothing much ever happened to disturb the rural Hampshire community of Alton: certainly none of the inhabitants could recall a local murder during their lifetime. So Fanny's mother, Harriet Adams, probably thought it quite safe for three small children to wander off alone towards Flood Meadow, just 400 yards from their home in Tan House Lane. <br /><br />Fanny and her friend, Minnie Warner, both eight years old, set off up the lane with Fanny's seven-year-old sister Lizzie and they were approached by a man dressed in black frock coat, light waistcoat and trousers. Despite his respectable appearance he had obviously been drinking, and the proposition he put to the children remains chillingly familiar to today's police officers. <br /><br />He offered Minnie three halfpence to go off and spend with Lizzie, while Fanny could have a halfpenny if she alone would accompany him up The Hollow, an old road leading to the nearby village of Shalden. Fanny took her halfpenny but refused to go with him, whereupon he picked her up and carried her into a nearby hopfield, out of sight of the other children. It was then almost 1.30pm. <br /><br />At about five o'clock, having played together since Fanny's abduction, Minnie Warner and Lizzie Adams made their way home. Seeing them return, a neighbour, Mrs Gardiner, asked where Fanny was, then rushed to tell Mrs Adams when the children had explained what had happened. The anxious women hurried up the lane, where they met the same man coming from the direction of The Hollow. <br /><br />Mrs Gardiner accosted him: "What have you done with the child?" "Nothing", he replied equably, maintaining this composure as he answered Mrs Gardiner's other questions. "Yes, he had given them money, but only to buy sweets which I often do to children", and Fanny, unharmed, had left him to rejoin the others. His air of respectability impressed the women and when he told them that he was a clerk of a local solicitor William Clement, they allowed him to leave. <br /><br />However, at seven o'clock, with the child still missing, worried neighbours formed a search party. They found poor Fanny's dreadfully mutilated remains in the hopfield. It was a sickening scene of carnage. The child's severed head lay on two poles, deeply slashed from mouth to ear and across the left temple. Her right ear had been cut off. Most horribly, both eyes were missing. Nearby lay a leg and a thigh. <br /><br />A wider search revealed her dismembered torso: the entire contents of chest and pelvis had been torn out and scattered, with some internal organs even further slashed or mutilated. So savage was the butchery that other parts of her body were recovered only after extensive searches over several days. Her eyes were found in the River Wey. <br /><br />On hearing of her daughters death, the distraught Mrs Adams ran to tell her husband (who was playing cricket on the Butts, South of the Town) then collapsed from grief and exhaustion. George Adams reacted to the news by returning home for his shotgun, and setting out for the hopfields in search of the murderer. Fortunately for both, neighbours disarmed him. <br /><br />Later that evening, Supt William Cheyney arrested the obvious suspect at his workplace, the solicitor's office in Alton High Street. "I know nothing about it," said 29-year-old Frederick Baker in the first of many protestations of innocence, before Cheyney escorted him through an angry crowd to Alton Police Station. <br /><br />The wristbands of Baker's shirt and his trousers were spotted with blood. His boots, socks and trouser bottoms were wet. "That won't hang me, will it?" he said nonchalantly, explaining that it was his habit to step into the water when out walking. But he could not explain how his clothing came to be bloodstained. More evidence - two small knives, one of them stained with blood - came to light when he was searched. <br /><br />The suspect was locked away while Supt Cheyney checked on his movements that afternoon. Witnesses confirmed that he had left the solicitors office shortly after 1pm, returning at 3.25pm, he again went out until 5.30pm. Mrs Gardiner and Mrs Adams had seen him coming from the direction of the hopfield some time after 5pm: if, as seems likely, he had murdered Fanny Adams during his first absence, had he returned to commit further depredations on his victim's body? <br /><br />Baker's fellow Clerk, Maurice Biddle, spoke of seeing him in the office at about six that evening, when he had described his meeting with Mrs Adams and Mrs Gardiner. Baker had seemed disturbed, "it will be very awkward for me if the child is murdered", he told Biddle. <br /><br />Later they went over to the Swan for a drink where the morose Baker said he might leave town on the following Monday. To his colleague's observation that perhaps he would have difficulty in finding a new job, Baker made the significant reply, "I could go as a butcher". <br /><br />On the following Monday, whilst searching Baker's office desk, Cheyney found his diary. It contained a damning entry which the suspect admitted writing shortly before his arrest. "24th August, Saturday - killed a young girl. It was fine and hot". At his trial Baker maintained that this entry, written when he was drunk, simply meant that he was aware a girl had been murdered. <br /><br />Meanwhile, a local painter William Walker had found a large stone in the hopfield, with blood, long hair and a small piece of flesh adhering to it. <br /><br />This, pronounced Dr Louis Leslie, the Alton divisional police surgeon, was probably the murder weapon; his post-mortem finding was that death had been caused by a crushing blow to Fanny's head. <br /><br />Tuesday evening saw the inquest before Deputy County Coroner Robert Harfield at the Duke's Head Inn. After viewing the gruesome remains, hearing the evidence and the handcuffed prisoners reply when the coroner asked if he wished to say anything ("No Sir - only that I am innocent"), the jury returned a verdict "wilful murder against Frederick Baker for killing and slaying Fanny Adams". He was remanded to Winchester Prison to await the formal committal hearing. <br /><br />This was held at Alton Town Hall on Thursday 29 August before local magistrates. Still protesting his innocence, the prisoner was committed for trial at the next County Assizes. A large crowd awaited his removal from the Town Hall and the Police were only able to protect him from the violence of the mob with great difficulty. Baker's trial opened at Winchester Assizes on 5 December. <br /><br />Little Minnie Warner was carried into court to testify; the defence strongly challenged her identification of Baker and also claimed (perhaps correctly) that it was impossible for his small knives to have dismembered the unfortunate Fanny so thoroughly. But the defence case centred on Baker's mental state, a sad tale of hereditary insanity. <br /><br />His father had "shown an inclination to assault even to kill, his children"; a cousin had been in asylums four times; brain fever had caused his sister's death; and he had attempted suicide after an abortive love affair. <br /><br />Apparently unimpressed, the jury rejected Mr Justice Mellor's judicial advice that they might consider the prisoner irresponsible for his actions through insanity, possibly the inevitable verdict today. <br /><br />After retiring for only 15 minutes the jury returned a guilty verdict, and Frederick Baker was hanged before a crowd of 5000, a large proportion of whom consisted of women, in front of Winchester's County Prison at 8am on Christmas Eve, 1867. <br /><br />Following the execution it became known that Baker had written to the parents of the murdered child to express deep sorrow over the crime that he had committed "in an unguarded hour and not with malice aforethought". He earnestly sought their forgiveness adding that he was "enraged at her crying, but it was done without any pain or struggle". The prisoner denied most emphatically that he had violated the child, or had attempted to do so. <br /><br />Poor Fanny's headstone which was erected by Public subscription and renovated a few years ago, is pictured here with her younger sister and Minnie Warner, and still stands in the town cemetery on the Old Odiham Road. It might have been our only reminder of the tragic affair had it not been for the macabre humour of British Sailors. <br /><br />Served with tins of mutton as the latest shipboard convenience food in 1869, they gloomily declared that their butchered contents must surely be 'Sweet Fanny Adams'. Gradually accepted throughout the armed services as a euphemism for 'sweet nothing' it passed into common usage. <br /><br />As an aside, the large tins in which the meat was packed for the royal navy, were often used as mess tins and it appears that even today mess tins are colloquially known as 'fannys'. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Alton, Hampshire URL <a href="http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=6236" target="_blank">Mudcat Cafe Music Foundation</a> trascription Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Frederick Baker murders the 8-year-old Fanny Adams and chops her corpse into many pieces. 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Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Text Any textual data included in the document Sad was the awful moments, And dreadful was the sight, Upon last Tuesday morning, To Manning and his wife. When thousands did assemble, That spectacle to see, A man and wife suspended, Upon the fatal tree. CHORUS What thousands did assemble, Around that fatal tree, The murderers of O'Connor, That fatal morn to see. Thousands from every quarter, Before the break of day, Towards Horsemonger's dreary gaol, So swift did bend their way. Frederick Manning and his wife, One moment to behold, Upon the fatal platform How dreadful to unfold. Just at the fatal moment, The hour of eight o'clock, Frederick Manning and his wife, Appeared upon the drop. The minister repeating, May God receive your souls. In the midst of life we are in death, Then awful was the fall. What numbers congregated, That horrid sight to see, Fred[erick] and Maria Manning, Launched into eternity In youth, in health and vigour But nothing could them save, And now they lie together, Mouldering in the silent grave. Manning in his dying moments, Declared it was his wife, Who planned O'Connor's murder And took away his life. It was her who with the pistol, Her friend betrayed and shot, When he her husband was not nigh The sure and fatal shot. Their heavenly Judge all secrets knows, And marks what each does say, And he will tell them to account, Upon the judgement day. May one all both great and small, By their unhappy fate, Consider and take warning, Before it is too late. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Lord Exmouth</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1849 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Manning (1821–13 November 1849) was a Swiss domestic servant who was hanged outside Horsemonger Lane Gaol, London, England, on 13 November 1849, after she and her husband Frederick were convicted of the murder of her lover, Patrick O'Connor, in the case that became known as the "Bermondsey Horror." It was the first time a husband and wife had been executed together in England since 1700. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Horsemonger Lane Gaol, London Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Sad was the awful moments, And dreadful was the sight, Upon last Tuesday morning, To Manning and his wife. When thousands did assemble, That spectacle to see, A man and wife suspended, Upon the fatal tree. CHORUS What thousands did assemble, Around that fatal tree, The murderers of O'Connor, That fatal morn to see. Thousands from every quarter, Before the break of day, Towards Horsemonger's dreary gaol, So swift did bend their way. Frederick Manning and his wife, One moment to behold, Upon the fatal platform How dreadful to unfold. Just at the fatal moment, The hour of eight o'clock, Frederick Manning and his wife, Appeared upon the drop. The minister repeating, May God receive your souls. In the midst of life we are in death, Then awful was the fall. What numbers congregated, That horrid sight to see, Fred[erick] and Maria Manning, Launched into eternity In youth, in health and vigour But nothing could them save, And now they lie together, Mouldering in the silent grave. Manning in his dying moments, Declared it was his wife, Who planned O'Connor's murder And took away his life. It was her who with the pistol, Her friend betrayed and shot, When he her husband was not nigh The sure and fatal shot. Their heavenly Judge all secrets knows, And marks what each does say, And he will tell them to account, Upon the judgement day. May one all both great and small, By their unhappy fate, Consider and take warning, Before it is too late. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Prose on pamphlet, including quotes from letters by both Composer of Ballad anon Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/064e8218da072841215f5a0c329f741b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="374" height="500"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c7cff496d6f39ff2f55d1c7da0ce510d.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="374" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Bodleian Library, Shelfmark: Firth c.17(267); <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/edition/9606" target="_blank">Bodleian Bod9606</a>. Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan. <br /><br /> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Execution of the Mannings Audio recording English Female hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/cc424cd6da743fe099b1b7041a1c7714.gif 9d804b5d1c7dbc5c344ebf9ed476ca60 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1186"><em>Just before the Battle, Mother</em></a> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1875 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Richard Coates, a military schoolmaster at an establishment for the education of the children of soldiers at Purfleet Garrison, Essex, is convicted of the murder of Alice Boughen, aged six, in 1875. He beat her to death after attempting to violate her. He killed the child in a school closet then carried her body down to a riverbank, intending to throw it into the water. He was unable to lift it over a railing near the river and returned to the school. He was seen carrying the body back and was arrested. He confessed his guilt in the condemned cell and blamed it on drink. Executed 29 March 1875, Springfield Prison Chelmsford. Executioner was William Marwood. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Preston : Harkness, J. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. rape, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 21 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Springfield Prison Chelmsford Tune Data Composer of Tune: George F. Root (1820-1895) Date tune first appeared: 1864 Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Richard Coates, that cruel murderer, Now is cold within his grave, None could show him any pity, None stretch forth a hand to save; His horrid crime was so unmanly, I'm sure we no excuse could give. He did disgrace our gallant soldiers, And he was not fit to live. CHORUS Richard Coates, the Purfleet murderer, On Easter Monday met his doom; He killed the soldier's little daughter, Now he's dead and in his tomb. For the murder of poor Alice Bougham He justly was condemned to die, For a murder so outrageous, The country for his death did cry; You never heard or ever read of Such treatment to a little child, Altho' so innocent and so loving, Cruelly murdered and defiled. A full confession of the murder To the chaplain he has made, He has told the truth to those around him, For which his poor old mother prayed; He took his victim to the closet, Frightful was his conduct there, He took her life in a cruel manner, Before his death he did declare. He tried to throw his victim's body Over the pailings in the sea, The fence was high, he could not do it, It was ordained it should not be; Could he have thrown her in the water, And the tide have carried her away, , The murder of the soldier's daughter Would not have been found out to-day. He might have done well in the army, In the barracks he was born, Alas! he has disgraced his father, Who the uniform has worn; Heaven help his poor old mother, She has been a true good soldier's wife, She would sooner have seen him shot in action, Than in such a way to lose his life. Then let us all now take a warning By his sad and fearful end, Don't give way to unholy passion, Nor against the laws offend; Try to be honest and be sober, I'm sure you'll find it is the best, In the world let's do our duty, As we hope in heaven to rest. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Driven From Home</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Upon Easter Monday within Chelmsford gaol, A murderer, when dying, his crime doth bewail, Upon the dark scaffold he drew his last breath, The penalty of murder he paid with his death. Richard Coates was his name, by Satan beguiled, He outraged so cruel a dear little child, And all through the country it has been the cry, His sentence was just, he deserved to die. CHORUS Gone from this life, gone from the world, By the hands of the hangman to Eternity hurled, May heaven forgive him, is all we can say, As we hope for forgiveness on our dying day. There never was known such a cowardly crime, That we are relating at this present time. It is dreadful to think there could be a man, W[?]om,[?] is senses this murder could plan. He pleaded 'not guilty' almost to the last, Till he saw all the chance of forgiveness was past. His poor mother begg'd him the truth to unfold, And confess to his crime for the sake of his soul. CHORUS He took the poor child to the closet, [?] Innocent and smiling to her death she [?] He murdered her there at at he bottom of [?] field, And beneath his great coat her dead body conceal'd, He went to the edge of the wide rolling sea, To throw the child in but it was not to be, Tho' time after time the villain did try, He could not reach over the pailings so high. When he found that his crime he could not conceal, He left the child's body 'neath the grass in the field, Where the dear little angel soon after was found, By those who so long had been searching around. They seized him and ask'd him the crime to explain, He cried 'I'm not guilty' again and again; They could not believe him in spite of denial, They sent him to gaol to wait for his trial. As he walked from the cell through the sweet morning air, At the end of the prison the gallows was there, Twas the last time h'ed gaze on that beautiful sky, As he walked to the spot where he knew he must die. The [?] was ready, deep sounded the bell, Twas scarcely a moment before the drop fell, The murderer, Coates, from the world he was torn, His body was there, but his dear life was gone. May his fate be a warning to both old and young, May it be an example to everyone, From the straight path of duty never to stray, Or we shall regret it on our dying day. The murderer now is gone from this world, By [?] folly to destruction is hurled, Then pray let us all to this warning attend, And may Heaven preserve us from his fearful den. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1875 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Richard Coates, a military schoolmaster at an establishment for the education of the children of soldiers at Purfleet Garrison, Essex, is convicted of the murder of Alice Boughen, aged six, in 1875. He beat her to death after attempting to violate her. He killed the child in a school closet then carried her body down to a riverbank, intending to throw it into the water. He was unable to lift it over a railing near the river and returned to the school. He was seen carrying the body back and was arrested. He confessed his guilt in the condemned cell and blamed it on drink. Executed 29 March 1875, Springfield Prison Chelmsford. Executioner was William Marwood. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Preston : Harkness, J. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, rape Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 21 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Springfield Prison, Chelmsford Tune Data Composer: William Shakespeare Hays (1837-1907) <br />Date tune first appeared: 1868<br />Link: <a href="http://pdmusic.org/hays.html" target="_blank">Public Domain Music</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/579bf60bbc307eae03868026006ef3d2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Bodleian Library, University of Oxford, Shelfmark: Harding B 14(183); Bodleian Ballads Online <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/edition/14516" target="_blank">Bod14516</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Execution of the Purfleet murderer at Springfield gaol hanging Male murder rape https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/36a21786266a037c565a658cbca95e0a.jpg bfe279fd5287bb5b1a04377a31d17323 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics BEhold these sorrows now this day, you that are standers by, All former joys are fleed away, now I am brought to die: My heart is fill'd with fear and dread, for here is no relief, Since I a sinful life have led, I nothing see but Grief. I spent my days with roaring boys, and little thought of death, But where are all those fading joys, now I must loose my breath: Now they are clearly fleed from me, and there is no relief, Alas! alas! I nothing see, but bitter clouds of Grief. Alas! the follies of my youth comes fresh into my mind; Had I been guided by the truth, then had I left behind A better name then now I shall, alas! here's no relief; I by the hand of justice fall, and nothing see but Grief. Bold Francis Winter is my name, who seem'd to bear the sway, But now, alas! in open shame I do appear this day: My former joys have taken flight, for here is no relief; Grim Death appears this day in sight, which fills my soul with Grief. I must acknowledge this is true, that when in arms we rose, I was the captain of that crew which did the sheriff oppose: 'Tis said a man was slain by me, therefore here's no relief, For I must executed be, and nothing see but Grief. Whether I kill'd the man or no, I cannot justly [say] But since in arms we [ ] we seem'd to disobey The city's lawful magistrate; therefore here's no relief. And I must here submit to fate, I nothing see but Grief. It was against the wholesome laws of this my native land, To rise in arms, and be the cause of that rebellious band, Who broke through law and justice too, of which I was the chief, For which I bid the world adieu; I nothing see but Grief. Let my misfortunes teach the rest obedience to the laws; Let them not magistrates molest, for that has been the cause Of shedding blood, for which I die, I being there the chief; The very minute's drawing night, I nothing see but Grief. I ofrentimes have wish'd, in vain, that I had not been there; Nay, were it to be done again, I shou'd that deed forbear, And not myself with such inthral, tho' then I was the chief; But what is past, I can't recal, I nothing see but Grief. The thousands that are standing by, alas! you little know My inward grief and misery, and what I undergo: O let me have your prayers this day, my sorrows here condole: I now have nothing more to say, but, Lord receive my soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <strong><em><a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?id=t16930426-45&amp;div=t16930426-45&amp;terms=francis_winter#highlight" target="_blank">The Proceedings of the Old Bailey: London's Central Criminal Court, 1674 to 1913</a> </em></strong><br /><br />Francis Winter, otherwise called Captain Winter, who lived lately in White-Fryars , was arraigned and tried upon an Indictment of Murther, for killing one John Chandlor , with a Leaden Bullet shot out of a Blunderbus, value 10s. giving him a mortal Wound upon the Calf of his Right Leg, of the breadth of one Inch, and of the depth of three Inches; upon the 4th of July 1691, of which Wound so given by the said Francis Winter, he the said Chandlor died the 7th day of the same Month, in the Ward of St. Andrews Wardrobe ; the matter of Fact was after this manner; there being a Riot and a Mutiny raised in White-Fryars , by reason the Gentlemen of the Inner-Temple were offended at a Passage that leads from the Fryars into the Temple Walks, so would stop it up, which White-Fryars men opposing, the Gentlemen sent to acquaint the High Sheriffs of London (viz.) Sir Francis Child , and Sir Edward Clarke , who came by vertue of their Authority to appease the Rout; but they would not be persuaded to peace, but made a hot Resistance; and there were gathered together to the number of about fourscore, the Prisoner being at the head of them, as their Captain and Leader, presenting a Blunderbus against the Sheriffs Officers, shooting it against them; and the deceased Chandlor being unfortunately in the Croud to assist the High-Sheriffs, he was shot by the said Winter into the Calf of his Leg, as aforesaid; and he declared before his Wife, and others who were his Friends, that it was Captain Winter that shot him, for he knew him very well, and described him by his Garb, he having on a White Wastcoat, and a Cap button'd up on one side, in which Equipage the said Winter was in at the same time; all was very clearly and particularly proved against the Captain: And he had very little to urge in his own defence, only denied that he shot the said Chandlor, and that others shot beside him; but then the Court directed the Jury, as to point of Law in the matter; telling them, That where any Lawful Authority shall be opposed by any Riot, or Riotous Assembly, this implied Malice in Law, in the Persons so offending, and they were all equally guilty; and consequently, if the Prisoner did not shoot Chandlor, yet he was guilty of Murther, because he did abet, promote, stir up, and maintain such a Rebellious and Unlawful Assembly; So the Jury having well considered of their Verdict, they brought the Prisoner in guilty of Murther.<br /><br />Tim Hitchcock, Robert Shoemaker, Clive Emsley, Sharon Howard and Jamie McLaughlin, <em>et al.</em>, <em>The Old Bailey Proceedings Online, 1674-1913</em> (www.oldbaileyonline.org, version 7.0, 15 January 2019).<br /><br /> Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Angel in Guiltspur-street. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Whitefriars Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/36a21786266a037c565a658cbca95e0a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.188; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20803/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20803</a> Subtitle OR, THE White-Fryers Captain's Confession and Lamentation, Just before his Execution at the Gate of White-Fryers, on the 17th of this instant May, 1693. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Francis Winter's last Farewel: English Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9a5ab312c59a06426717dc6f71c6def9.jpg 38bf463368f69b8b74c0dc3682ca454f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b72b3ca83afa2cde93c1869d832244d3.mp3 802b077c3f6e493aba68925281ea9382 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Slumbring Sleepe, </em>which is also known as <em>Rogero</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Kind hearted men, a while give eare and [plainely] Ile unfold The sadd[est tale that] ever yet, by mortal man was told. One Spenser brave, of Cheshire chiefe, for men of brave rega[rd]e: Yet hee unto his Countries griefe, did good with ill reward. At Acton, neere Nantwich was borne this man, so famde of all; Whose skill at each brave exercise, was not accounted small: For beating of the war-like Drumme, no man could him surpasse: For dauncing, leaping, and such like, in Cheshire never was. For shooting none durst him oppose, hee would ayme so faire and right; Yet long he shot in crooked Bowes, and could not hit the white: For striving still more things to learne, the more he grew beloved; No Shomaker but Spenser brave, by women was so prooved. Those qualities did draw his minde, from reason quite and cleane, And vildly hee'd forsake his wife, for the love of every Queane: By Women he maintayned was in parill fine and brave, John Spenser could no good thing want, for he could but aske, and have. In Silkes and Sattins would he goe, none might with him compare; No fashion might devised be, but his should be as faire; When as (God knowes) his wife at home should pine with hungry griefe, And none[wo]uld pitty her hard case, or lend her some reliefe. Whilst hee abroad did flaunt it out amongst his lustfull Queanes, Poore soule of force she sits at home, without either helpe or meanes. Thus long he lived basely vild, [containd] of all thats good, Till at the last of hard mischance, he did shead Giltlesse Blood. One Randall Gam being drunke, with Spenser out did fall: And he being apt to Quarilling, would not be rul'd at all. Bout about the Pledging of a Glasse, to which he would not yeeld, He vowed he either would be pledg'd or answered fayre in field. This answer Randall Gam did deny, which Spencer plainly found, And being rag'd he strucke on blow, feld Randal gam to the ground. Seven weekes upon this he lay, ere life from him did part: And at the last to earth and clay, his Body did convert. Then Spenser was in prison cast his friends full farre did ly, For frindship in them proved cold, and none would come him nie. That man being kild, beloved was well of all men farre and neare, And some did follow Law so farre, did cost poore Spenser deare. For though he kild him by mischance, yet Law him so disdaines. That for his unrespected blow, he there was hangd in Chaines. He that was kild, had many friends, the other few or none, Therefore the Law, on that side went, and the other was orethrone. He being dead, two Milke white Doves, did hover over his head, And would not leave that hartlesse place, after he three howers was dead. Two mile white Butterflies did light, upon his Breches there: And stood Confronting peoples sight, to their amase and feare. Though he was vildly bent in life, and hangd the Law to quit; Yet he was stolne away by his wife, and Buryed in the night. His true repentance is exprest, within the second part: With all his Gilt he hath confest, when troubled was his heart. FINIS. by Thomas Dickerson Kind Youngmen all to mee give eare, observe these lessons well; For undeserved my death I tooke, and said is the tale I tell. I prisoned pent, I lie full fast, sure Heaven hath decreed: That though I thrived, yet at last, bad fortunes should proceed. I that for practise passed all, in exercises strong, Have heere for one offence but small. been pent in Prison long. Kind Countrymen, faire warning take, beeing bad, amend your lives, For sure Heaven will them forsake, that doe forsake their wives. I have a wife, a loving wife, a constant, and a kind; Yet proud of gifts, I turnd my life, and falce she did me find: Heaven shewed his part in making me, proper in limbes and face, Yet of it I no true use made, but reapt thereby disgrace, For being proud in dancings art, most womens loves I gayne: By them a long time was my life in gallant sort maintaynd: No Mayden young, about the towne, but joyfull was to see The face of Spenser and would spend, all for to daunce with mee. I spent my time in Ryoting, and proudly led my life, I had my choyce of damsels fayre, what card I for my wife, If once she came to intreat me home, i'd kick her out of doors, Indeed I would be ruld by none, but by intising whore. At length being pledging of a Glasse, my hopes I did confound: And in my rag I feld my friend, with one blow to the ground. For this offence, he being dead, and I in Prison cast; Most voyd of hopes this rashing hand hath Spensers name disgrast. None but my wife will visit me, for those I lov'd before, Being in this sad extremytie, will visit me no more, No helpe I find from these false friends, no food to inrich my life: Now doe I find the difference true, twixt them and a constant wife But she poore soule, by my bad meanes, is quit bereft of all: She playes the part of a Constant wife, although her helpes be small. Young men, youngmen, take heed by me shun Dangers, Brawles, and Strife: For though he fell against my will, I for it loose my life. O live like men and not like me, of no good giftes be proud: For if with you God angry be, from his vengeance nought can shroud. Make use of what you have practis'd well. and not in vitious meanes, If in rare gifts you do excell, yet trust not Vitious Queanes. For lust doth fully fill their Vaynes, and apt they be to intise: O therefore shunne their company, like good men still be wise. Example truely take of me, all Vitious courses shunne: For onely by bad company, poore Spenser is undone. FINIS. by John Spenser. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1603-1626 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad John Spenser in a drunken rage, hits Randall Gam who dies from his injuries seven weeks later. Gam has many supporters who succeed in having Spenser convicted of murder and hanged in chains. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprinted at London for I. [John] Trundle Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Burford, near Nantwich Composer of Ballad Thomas Dickerson Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.114; <a href="http://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20047/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20047</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9a5ab312c59a06426717dc6f71c6def9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b72b3ca83afa2cde93c1869d832244d3.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle his life and repentance, who for killing of one Randall Gam: was lately executed at Burford a mile from Nantwich. To the tune of in Slumbring Sleepe. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Iohn Spenser a Chesshire Gallant, Audio recording hanging in chains Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/698e70222cf19e542a7f67ac5e670c76.jpg f33b9ad44d459d3eff78c1fd0482162a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/698e70222cf19e542a7f67ac5e670c76.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.115; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32619/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32619</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Rogero</em>, which is also known as <em>Slumbring Sleepe</em> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad John Spenser in a drunken rage, hits Randall Gam who dies from his injuries seven weeks later. Gam has many supporters who succeed in having Spenser convicted of murder and hanged in chains. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Date Date of ballad 1597-1626 ? Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Burford, near Nantwich Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprinted at London for I. Trundle Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics KInd Youngmen all mee give eare, observe these lessons well; For undeserved my death I tooke, and sad is the tale I tell. I prisoned pent, I lie full fast, sure Heaven hath decreed: That though I thrived, yet at last, bad fortunes should proceed. I that for practise passed all, in exercises strong, Have he ere for one offence but small. been pent in Prison long. Kind Countrymen, fa ire warning take, beeing bad, amend your lives, For sure Heaven will them forsake, that doe forsake their wives. I have a wife, a loving wife, a constant, and a kind; Yet proud of gifts, I turnd my life, and falce she did me find: Heaven shewed his part in making me, proper in limbes and face, Yet of it I no true use made, but reapt thereby disgrace. For being proud in dancings art, most womens loves I gaynd: By them a long time was my life in gallant sort maintaynd: No Mayden young, about the towne, but joyful/ was to see The face of Spenser and would spend, all for to daunce with mee. I spent my time in Ryoting, and proudly led my life, I had my choyce of damsels fayre, what card I for my wife, If once she came to intreat me home, i 'd kick her out of doors, Indeed I would be ruld by none, but by intising whores. At length being pledging of a Glasse, my hopes I did confound: And in my rag I feld my friend, with one blow to the ground. For this offence, he being dead, and I in Prison cast: Most voyd of hopes this rashing hand hath Spensers name disgrast. None but my wife will visit me, for those Ilov 'd before, Being in this sad extremytie, will visit me no more, No helpe I find from these false friends, no food to inrich my life: Now doe ! find the difference true, twixt them and a constant wife But she poore soule, by my bad meanes, is quit bereft of all: She playes the part of a Constant wife, although her helpes be small. Young men, youngmen, take heed by me shun Dangers, Brawles, and Strife: For though he fell against my will, I for it loose my life. 0 live like men and not like me, of no good giftes be proud: For if with you God angry be, from his vengeance nought can shroud. Make use of what you have practis'd well. and not in vitious meanes, If in rare gifts you do excell, yet trust not Vitious Queanes. For lust doth fully fill their Vaynes, and apt they be to intise: 0 therefore shunne their company, like good men still be wise. Example truely take of me, all Vitious courses shunne: For onely by bad company, poore Spenser is undone. F I N I S. by John Spenser. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Iohn Spenser his Repentance in Prison, Written with his owne hand as he lay in Chester Castle. English hanging in chains Male murder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning High upon the gallows tree, Kevin Barry gave his young life For the cause of liberty. Just a lad of eighteen summers,[11] Still there's no one can deny, As he walked to death that morning, He proudly held his head on high. Chorus Shoot me like an Irish soldier. Do not hang me like a dog, For I fought to free old Ireland On that still September morn. All around the little bakery Where we fought them hand to hand, Shoot me like an Irish soldier, For I fought to free Ireland Just before he faced the hangman, In his dreary prison cell,[12] British soldiers tortured Barry, Just because he would not tell. The names of his brave comrades, And other things they wished to know. Turn informer or we'll kill you Kevin Barry answered "No". Proudly standing to attention While he bade his last farewell To his broken hearted mother Whose grief no one can tell. For the cause he proudly cherished This sad parting had to be Then to death walked softly smiling That old Ireland might be free. Another martyr for old Ireland, Another murder for the crown, Whose brutal laws may kill the Irish, But can't keep their spirit down. Lads like Barry are no cowards. From the foe they will not fly. Lads like Barry will free Ireland, For her sake they'll live and die. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1920 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Kevin Barry was 18 years old when he was hanged in Mountjoy Jail on November 1st 1920. His death at such a young age is possibly the most poignant in recent Irish history. <br /><br />He was born in 1902 in Dublin and grew up both in the capital and in County Carlow. He enrolled in Belvedere College in 1916 and joined the Irish Volunteers, a nationalist organisation. In 1919 he enrolled in Dublin University to study medicine. The Michael Collins led War of Independence was developing and Barry, as Section Commander, played his part in various raids around Dublin city. <br /><br />On September 20th 1920 he took part in one such raid that went badly wrong. A street gun battle ensued and three British soldiers were killed. This was very significant in that these were the first British soldier deaths in Ireland since the 1916 Easter Rising led by Pearse and Connolly. Barry hid under a truck as the British searched for him but was discovered when a passer-by, concerned for his safety underneath the huge vehicle, inadvertently warned the soldiers of his whereabouts. <br /><br />Reports of his torture in Mountjoy Jail soon circulated but Barry refused to name his comrades. He was given a death sentence but it was widely believed that this sentence would be commuted, and that the British authorities would not dare to execute an eighteen year-old. <br /><br />As the deadline approached it became clear that Kevin Barry would be executed. A planned rescue by Michael Collins came to nothing when reinforcements from Dublin Castle were ordered to the prison because of the large crowds that had gathered outside. It was reported that Barry had requested to be shot by firing squad rather than hanged, which he viewed as a death not befitting a soldier. The hangman, Ellis, had to be brought into the country from England, as no-one in Ireland could be found for the job. The calmness and bravery the young Barry showed in the hours leading up to his execution has become the stuff of legends. Despite protestations from clerics and politicians alike he was hanged in Mountjoy Jail on November 1st, 1920. <br /><br />Just as in the aftermath of the 1916 Easter Rising the British military in Ireland had badly misjudged the situation. Had they simply imprisoned the leaders of 1916 it is likely that the huge upsurge in support for Irish nationalism would not have taken place. By executing someone as young as Kevin Barry in 1920 they handed the Irish Republican Army a huge propaganda victory. Young recruits flocked to join the IRA in the War of Independence, which in turn led to the Treaty, The partition of Ireland, the Civil War, Independence and all that has occurred since. <br /><br />It was reported that, for the rest of his life, Michael Collins bitterly regretted not being able to save the young soldier. <br /><br />Kevin Barry - An article provided by <a href="http://www.ireland-information.com/" target="_blank">The Information about Ireland Site.</a> Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_Barry_%28song%29" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> <br />"Kevin Barry" is a popular Irish rebel song recounting the death of Kevin Barry, a member of the Irish Republican Army (IRA) who was hanged on 1 November 1920. He was 18 years old at the time. He is one of a group of IRA members executed in 1920-21 collectively known as The Forgotten Ten. <br /><br />The ballad was penned shortly after his death by an author whose identity is unknown. Barry's family investigated this in the 1920s, but were only told it was the work of an Irish emigrant living in Glasgow. Some sources claim that it was written by Terrence Ward, a journalist, but this is incorrect, he actually wrote another song about Barry. (At the very least it seems that nobody is actively claiming copyright of this song.) It is sung to the melody of "Rolling Home to Dear Old Ireland" (also known as "Rolling Home to ..." several other places). <br /><br />It had been performed by many Irish groups including The Wolfe Tones and The Clancy Brothers. The American singer Paul Robeson included it in this album Songs of Struggle, although this version tones down the anti-British sentiment of the original. On at least one occasion, in 1972, Leonard Cohen covered the song in concert. <br /><br />The song has been one of the most enduringly popular of Irish songs and has been largely responsible for making Kevin Barry a household name. It was said to be so popular with British troops during the Troubles that it was banned. It was one of many Irish rebel ballads removed from RTE playlists during the period of the conflict in Northern Ireland. <br /><br /><em>Kevin Barry</em> features prominently in Frank McCourt's novel Angela's Ashes and in the 1999 movie adaptation of the book. Tune Data <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1sUVHO6VxI" target="_blank">Live recording of 'Kevin Barry' by The Wolfe Tones</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Kevin Barry English hanging Male murder soldier torture https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/60c3b23d28000ecb1cdcebdff56aa8be.jpg 9bb2c20114f58df7a02eb435feef6430 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1853? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Margaret Bell murders her baby, is brought to Paisley to be executed by hanging. This song ends with her awaiting her death. But as we discover in a related ballad, 'Margaret Bell's Lament' she would be reprieved by the appeals of the people of Paisley and would be banished instead. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From National Records of Scotland: Accused: Margaret Bell, Verdict: Guilty, Verdict Comments: Guilty - recommendation for leniency, Sentence: Death - hanging by public executioner, Petition: Remission of sentence granted under the Great Seal at High Court, Edinburgh, 7 February 1853 (see JC8/60, f.13v).. Note: Pannel drowned infant in a bleachfield dam and was sentenced to hang at Paisley on 26 January, 1853. Victim Unnamed, female infant Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. James Lindsay, 9 King St, Glasgow Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. infanticide Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paisley Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics From my dungeon in Paisley I send you this warning, To shun paths of vice which leads on to crime. too long I have run in the broad path of ruin, But now I must die in the height of my prime. O! col dis my cell and my chains they are weighty, But the weight of my sins are heavier on me, For I murdered my child, how can I look for mercy; Oh! no, I must die upon the gallows tree. Cold was the night on the sixteenth of November, As straight with my child close press'd to my breast; My bosom was swelling, my tears fast were falling, As hush, hush, I cried, to lull my baby to rest. By the Crofthead Bleachfield I careless did wander To the edge of the pond where I thought none did see, There I murdered my babe, and threw it in the water, For which I must die upon the gallows tree. That night with my cousin I slept at the bleachfield, And early next morning prepared to depart; I was told by the workers a child was found murdered, And, oh! how the words pearc'd my poor guilty heart. Then to Bogshaw I fled for to join my service, But the stern hands of justice soon laid hold of me; I was brought back to Paisley for to stand my trial, Now my sentence is pass'd -- I must die on a tree. The grey morn will dawn on the 26th of January 'Tis the last in this world that's allotted for me, From my dark dreary dungeon I'll be taken that morning. To face a gazing multitude, when hanged I shall be. When I think of my childhood and my poor aged mother, And the precepts she taught as I knelt at her knee; Oh, little she thought as I lay on her bosom, That her child Margaret Bell was to die on a tree. And now, in conclusion, I give you all warning, To shun evil company before its too late; If e'er vicious thoughts should arise in your bosom, O think on Margaret Bell and her untimely fate. Now, farewell, vain world, and all thy false pleasures, Your bright show of vanity is no more for me, My days they are numbered and the moments are flying, On the 26th of January I must die on a tree. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/60c3b23d28000ecb1cdcebdff56aa8be.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="700"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Copy of original in Bodleian Library, Universit of Oxford, Shelfmark: 2806 c. 14(159); Bodlein Ballads Online <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/search/roud/V25852" target="_blank">Bod1370; </a> Original available in the Murray Collection, Glasgow University Library Subtitle at present under Sentence of Death in Paisley Jail. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Lamentation of Margaret Bell, Female hanging infanticide transportation https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4c21c32babfd4785b81215e32f6f2a75.jpg 82cc0716321b02fb29047216cf1cb1a8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1849 Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Horsemonger Lane Gaol, London Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Attention give, both old and young Of high and low degree; Think, while this mournful tale is sung, Of our sad misery. We've slain O'Connor, both good and kind, Who oft to us has been a friend, For which we must our lives resign, Our time is near an end. Oh! hark, what mean that dreadful sound? It sinks deep in our souls. It is the bell that sounds our knell, How solemn is the toll. See, thousands are assembled Around the fatal place, To gaze on our approaching fate, And witness our disgrace. Let pilfering passions not intrude, For to lead you astray, From step to step it will delude, And bring you to dismay. Think of the wretched guilty Mannings, Who thus die on a tree, A death of shame, we've nought to blam But our own base infamy. Mercy on earth we'll not iimplore, To crave it would be vain. Our hands are dyed with human gore, None can wash off the stain. But the merits of a Saviour, Whose mercy alone we crave, Good Christians pray, so thus we die, We may has pardon have. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events First person voice of Mannings at their execution Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Paul, Whitechapel (printing details partially torn) Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Manning (1821–13 November 1849) was a Swiss domestic servant who was hanged outside Horsemonger Lane Gaol, London, England, on 13 November 1849, after she and her husband Frederick were convicted of the murder of her lover, Patrick O'Connor, in the case that became known as the "Bermondsey Horror." It was the first time a husband and wife had been executed together in England since 1700. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/4c21c32babfd4785b81215e32f6f2a75.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Harvard Law School Library Special Collections, Rare Trials Broadside 122, <a href="https://curiosity.lib.harvard.edu/crime-broadsides/catalog/46-990080893890203941" target="_blank">Record ID: 990080893890203941</a> Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Life Confession & Execution, of Mr. & Mrs. Manning, for the murder of Mr. O'Conner [sic], with copies of the letters. English Female hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/595ecb895693901572e2944eef92a9ad.jpg ce0530257fa835e67ccce3ec4ecee0ca Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1849 Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Horsemonger Lane Gaol, London Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Hodges (from Pitt's) Wholesale Marble Warehouse, 31 Dudley St, 7 Dials Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics See the scaffold it is mounted, And the doomed ones do appear? Seemingly borne wan with sorrow, Grief and anguish, care and pain. They cried the moments [sic] is approaching, When we together must leave this life, And no one has the least compassion, On Frederick Manning and his wife. Maria Manning came from Sweden, Brought up respectable we hear, And Frederick Manning came from Taunton In the county of Somersetshire. Maria lived with noble ladies, In ease, and splendour, and delight. But on one sad and fatal morning, She was made Frederick Mannings wife. She firtt [sic] was courted by O'Connor, Who was a lover most sincere, He was possessed of wealth and riches, And loved Maria Roux most dear. But she preferred her present husband, As it appeared, and with delight, Slighted sore Patrick O'Connor, And was made Frederick Manning's wife. And when O'Connor knew the story, Down his cheeks rolled floods of tears, He beat his breast, and wept in sorrow, Wrung his hands and tore his hair, Marie dear how could you leave me, Wretched you have made my life, Tell me why you did deceive me, For to be Frederick Manning's wife. At length they all were reconciled, And met together night and day, Maria by O'Connor's riches, Dressed in splendour fine and gay. Though married yet she corresponded With O'Connor all was right, And oft he went to see Maria Frederick Manning's lawful wife. At length they plann'd their friend to murder And for his company did crave, The dreadful weapons they prepared, And in the kitchen dug his grave. And as they fondly did caress him, They slew him - what a dreadful sight. First they mangled, after robbed him, Frederick Manning and his wife. They absconded, but was apqrehended [sic], And for the cruel deed was tried, When placed at the bar of Newgate, They both the crime strongly denied, At length the jury them convicted, And doomed them for to leave this life, The judge pronounced the awful sentence, On Frederick Manning and his wife. Return he said to whence they brought you From thence unto the fatal tree, Fnd [sic] there together be suspended, Where multitudes your fate may see. Your hours recollect is numbered, You betrayed a friend and took his life. For such there's not one spark of pity, As Frederick Manning and his wife. See what numbers are approaching, To Horsemonger's fatal tree, Full of bloom in health and vigour, What a dreadful sight to see. Old and young pray take a warning, Females lead a virtuous life, Think upon that fatal morning, Frederick Manning and his wife. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1186"><em>Just Before the Battle Mother?</em></a> [no indicated tune] Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Lots of printing errors in this pamphlet. Appears that printer did not have enough correct type. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Manning (1821–13 November 1849) was a Swiss domestic servant who was hanged outside Horsemonger Lane Gaol, London, England, on 13 November 1849, after she and her husband Frederick were convicted of the murder of her lover, Patrick O'Connor, in the case that became known as the "Bermondsey Horror." It was the first time a husband and wife had been executed together in England since 1700. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/595ecb895693901572e2944eef92a9ad.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Harvard Law School Library Special Collections, Harvard University; Rare (Trials Broadside 286), <a href="https://curiosity.lib.harvard.edu/crime-broadsides/catalog/46-990095439080203941" target="_blank">Record ID: 990095439080203941</a> Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Life of the Mannings executed at Horsemonger Lane Go[...] on Tuesday 13th Nov 1849 English Female hanging Male murder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1797 Subtitle A black man, who was executed at Boston this day being Thursday, October 12, 1797 for burglary. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Life, last words and dying speech of Stephen Smith. https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/67f06218a294cf534797c08d3d79785a.jpg 6884019019a2f2e897f637c4d29c6af3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Wandering and wavering</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I Am a poor Prisoner condemned to die ah wo is me, wo is me, for my great folly Fast fettered in Irons in place where I lye be warned young wantons, hemp passeth green holly. My Parents were of good degree By whom I would not ruled be Lord Jesus receive me, with mercy relieve me, Receive O sweet Saviour, my Spirit unto thee. My name is Hutton, yea Luke of bad life ah wo is me, etc. Which on the High-way did rob Man and Wife be warned Inticed by many a graceless mate Whose Counsel I repent too late. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Not twenty years Old (alas) was I ah wo is me, etc. When I began this Fellony be warned With me went still twelve Yeomen tall Which I did my twelve Apostles call Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. There was no Squire nor Baron bold ah wo is me, etc. That rode by the way with silver and gold be warned But I and my Apostles gay Would lighten their load ere they went away. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. This news procured my Kinsfolks grief ah wo is me, etc. That hearing I was a famous Thief[,] be warned They wept, they wailed, they wrung their hands That thus I should hazzard life and lands Lord Jesus forgive me etc. They made me a Jaylor a little before oh wo is me, etc. To keep in Prison Offendors sore be warned But such a Jaylor was never known I went and let them out every one. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. I wis this sorrow sore grieved me ah wo is me, etc. Such proper men should hanged be be warned My Office then I did defie And ran away for company. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Three years I lived upon the Spoil ah wo is me, etc. Giving many an Earl the foyl be warned Yet did I never kill man nor wife Though lewdly long I led my life. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. But all too bad my deeds have been ah wo is me, etc. Offending my Country, and my good Queen be warned All men in York-shire talk of me A stronger Thief there could not be Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, Receive O Sweet Saviour, my Spirit unto thee. UPon Saint Lukes day was I born ah wo is me, ah wo is me, for my, etc. Who want of Grace hath made me scorn be warned young wantons, hemp, etc. In honour of my Birth=day then I rob'd in bravery nineteen men Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, Receive O sweet Saviour, my Spirit unto thee. The Country were to hear this wrong ah wo is me, etc. With Hues and Cryes, persued me long be warned Though long I scap'd. yet loe at the last At London I was in Newgate cast. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Where I did lye with grieved mind ah wo is me, etc. Although my Keeper was gentle and kind be warned Yet was he not so kind as I To let me go at liberty. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. At last the Sheriff of York-shire came ah wo is me, etc. And in a Warrant he had my name be warned Quoth he at York thou must be try'd With me therefore hence must thou ride Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Like pangs of Death his words did sound ah wo is me, etc. My hands and arms full fast he bound be warned Good Sir, quoth I, I had rather stay I have no heart to ride that way. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. When no intreaty would prevail ah wo is me, etc. I called for Wine, Beer, and Ale be warned And when my heart was in woful case I drank to my friends with a smiling face Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. With clubs and staves I was guarded then ah wo is me, etc. I never before had such waiting men be warned If they had ridden before me amain Be-shrew me if I had call'd them again Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. And when unto York that I was come ah wo is me, etc. Each one on me did cast his doom be warned And whilst you live, this sentence note Evil men can never have good report. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Before the Judges then I was brought ah wo is me, etc. But sure I had a careful thought be warned Ninescore Indictments and seventeen Against me there were red and seen. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. And each of those were fellony found ah wo is me, etc. Which did my heart with sorrow wound be warned What should I herein longer stay For this I was condemned that day, Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. My Death each hour I did attand ah wo is me, etc. In prayers and tears my time I did spend be warned And all my loving friends that Day I did intreat for me to pray. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. I have deserved Death long since ah wo is me, etc. A viler sinner lived not than I be warned On Friends I hoped life to save But I am fitted for the grave. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Adieu my loving friends each one ah woe is me, etc. Think on me Lords when I am gone be warned When on the Ladder you do me view Think I am neerer Heaven then you. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1681-4 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events This is another version of a <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/884">Luke Hutton pamphlet</a>, to same tune, but printed many years later. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. York Image / Audio Credit Pepys 2.147; National Library of Scotland - Crawford, EB.554, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32986/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 32986</a>; University of Glasgow Library - Euing 1.189, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31944/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31944</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/67f06218a294cf534797c08d3d79785a.jpg" frameborder="0" width="500" height="400"></iframe> Subtitle which he wrote the day before his Death, being condemned to be hang'd at York, for his Robberies and Trespasses committed thereabouts. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Luke Huttons Lamentation, hanging highway robbery Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0251d3c3b4901cee91d882580a021ff3.jpg 993be8498e003c66724e6306f11e0804 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Wandering and wavering</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1598 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Highwayman Luke Hutton is hanged for his crimes in York Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events For discussion of parentage of and writings ascribed to the highwayman Luke Hutton, see Arthur Valentine Judges, <em>The Elizabethan Underworld</em> (London, 1930), pp. 269-95 and notes, pp. 506-8. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for Thomas Millington Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. York Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0251d3c3b4901cee91d882580a021ff3.jpg" frameborder="0" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Britwell, Shelfmark: HEH18307; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32346/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32346</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I Am a poore prisoner condemned to dye, ah woe is me woe is me for my great folly, Fast fettred in yrons in place where I lie Be warned yong wantons, hemp passeth green holly My parents were of good degree by whom I would not counselled be, Lord Jesu forgive me with mercy releeve me, Receive O sweet saviour my spirit unto thee. My name is Hutton, yea Luke of bad life ah woe is me woe is me for my great folly: Which on the highway robd man and wife, be warned yong wantons, etc. Inticed by many a gracelesse mate, Whose counsel I repent too late. Lord, etc. Not twentie yeeres old alas was I ah woe is me woe is me, etc. When I began this fellonie be warned yong wantons, etc. With me went stil twelve yeomen, tall Which I did my twelve a Apostles call. Lord, etc. There was no Squire nor barron bold ah woe is me woe is me for my great folly: That rode the way with silver or gold, be warned yong wantons, etc. But I and my twelve Apostles gaie, would lighten their load ere they went away, lord, etc. This newes procured my kins-folkes griefe, ah woe is me woe is me They hearing I was a famous theefe be warned yong wantons, They wept they wailde they wrong their hands that thus I should hazard life and lands. lord, etc. They made me a Jaylor a little before, ah woe, etc. to keep in prison offenders store, be warned, etc. But such a Jaylor was never none, I went and let them out everie one. lord, etc. I wist their sorrow sore grieved me ah woe is mee, etc. Such proper men should hanged be be warned yong, etc. My office then I did defie And ran away for company. lord, etc. Three yeeres I lived upon the spoile ah woe is me, etc. Giving many a carle the soile be warned yong etc. Yet never did I kil man nor wife though lewdly long I led my life. lord, etc. But all too bad my deedes hath been, ah woe is me, etc, Offending my country and my good queene, be warned yong, etc. All men in Yorke-shire talke of me, A stronger theefe there could not be. lord, etc. Upon S. Lukes day was I borne, ah woe, etc. whom want of grace hath made a scorne. be war. etc. in honor of my birth day then, I robd in a bravery nineteene men. Lord, etc. The country weary to beare this wrong, ah woe is me, etc. With huse and cries pursude me long, be war, etc. Though long I scapt, yet loe at last. London I was in newgate cast. There did I lye with a grieved [mi]nde, ah woe is me, etc. Although the keeper was gentle and kinde, be warned yong etc. [Y]et was he not so kinde as I, [T]o let m[e go] at libertie. lord, etc. At last the shiriffe of Yorke-shire came, ah woe is me, etc. And in a warrant he had my name, be warned yong, etc. [Quoth] he at Yorke thou must be tride, With me therefore hence must thou ride. lord, etc. Like pangues of death his words did sound, ah woe is me, etc. My hands and armes ful fast he bound, be warned etc. Good sir quoth I, I had rather stay, I have no heart to ride that way. lord, etc. When no intreaty might prevaile, ah woe is me, etc. I calde for beere, for wine and ale, be warned, etc. And when my heart was in wofull case, I drunke to my friends with a smiling face. lord, etc. With clubs and staves I was garded then, ah woe is me, etc. I never before had such waiting men be warned, etc. If they had ridden before amaine, Beshrew me if I had cald them againe. lord, etc. And when unto Yorke that I was come, ah, etc. Each one on me did passe their doome. be war. etc. and whilst you live this sentence note, Evill men can never have good report. lord, etc. Before the judges when I was brought, ah woe is me, etc. Be sure I had a carefull thought, be, etc. Nine-score inditements and seaventeene, against me there was read and seene. lord, etc. And each of these was fellony found, ah woe is me. etc. which did my heart with sorrow wound, be, etc. What should I heerein longer stay, For this I was condemned that day. lord, etc. My death each houre I do attend, ah woe is me: In prayer and teares my time I spend. be etc. And all my loving friends this day, I do intreate for me to pray. Lord etc. I have deserved long since to die, ah woe etc A viler sinner livde not then I: be etc. On friends I hopte my life to save, But I am fittest for my grave: Lord etc. Adue my loving frends each one, ah woe is me woe is me for my great folly, Thinke on my words when I am gone, be warned young wantons, etc. When on the ladder you shal me view, thinke I am neerer heaven then you. Lord etc. Subtitle which he wrote the day before his death, being condemned to be hanged at Yorke this last assises for his robberies and trespasses committed. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Luke Huttons lamentation: hanging Male robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fe88600697f4e8699ff3bdc9848b308b.jpg 324f33c25e3252ede338a2152b516f1e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Braes of Strathblane</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1853 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Margaret Bell murders her baby, is brought to Paisley to be executed by hanging, but is reprieved by the appeals of the people of Paisley and is exiled. The Word on the Street: 'Margaret Bell's Lament' is narrated by a woman who is being transported for the murder of her illegitimate child. There are many broadsides on this subject. Due to the social stigma attached to illegitimate motherhood, infanticide among deperate single mothers was more common in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries than it is today. The usual sentence for the crime was death, but in this case the petitioning of the people of Paisley persuaded the Crown to commute Margaret Bell's sentence to transportation. This suggests that the was a great deal of sympathy and understanding among ordinary people for the plight of such women. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Trial papers relating to Margaret Bell for the crime of murder near bleachfield, Crofthead, Neilston parish, Renfrew. Tried at High Court, Glasgow 5 Jan 1853 Accused Margaret Bell, Verdict: Guilty, Verdict Comments: Guilty - recommendation for leniency, Sentence: Death - hanging by public executioner, Petition: Remission of sentence granted under the Great Seal at High Court, Edinburgh, 7 February 1853 (see JC8/60, f.13v).. Note: Pannel drowned infant in a bleachfield dam and was sentenced to hang at Paisley on 26 January, 1853. Victim Unnamed, female infant (http://www.nas.gov.uk/onlineCatalogue/JC26/1853/586) Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. James Lindsay, 9 King St, Glasgow Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, transportation Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. infanticide Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paisley Tune Data Recording of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISVF3vsfFZ8" target="_blank">The Braes o' Strathblane</a> by Ossian Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Adieu unto Barrhead, and to Neilston also Where the river Levern it sweetly does flow, My poor aged mother, forever farewell, An exile for life is your poor Margaret Bell. That perfidious young man. the cause of my pain, For he was the first that brought me to shame ; The cause of my misery and sad poverty, Which causes me now a poor convict to be. A long time we courted, his words they were mild, At length unto him I did prove with child. When I to this young man my state I did tell, He treated with scorn his poor Margaret Bell. When my child was born I was in poverty's grasp, And adversity blew with her cold bitter blast, While he proved false that I loved so well, The mind became frantic of poor Margaret Bell. My sad situation, nought but misery in my view, And he proving false that vowed to be true ; I could see no way for me, but beg, starve, or steal, And satan whisper'd to me, your baby go kill. Unto his dictation, alas, I did give way, Which will haunt my mind till my dying day ; The thoughts of my badness my tongue cannot tell, Kind heaven pardon me, poor Margaret Bell. I was tried and found guilty of base cruelty, And received my sentence to die on a tree ; But the people in and round Paisley did much for me , And petitions forwarded to the Queen's Majesty. Now all you good people that took my cause in hand. I'll think on your kindness when in a foreign land; For with grateful sensations my bosom does swell, Accept the humble thanks of poor Margaret Bell. Run on you sweet Lever, that gentle does flow, The blue bell and violent on your banks will grow, The primrose and daisy will bloom on each dell, When far from those beauties is poor Margaret Bell. You blooming young maidens that roam free of care, Of false-hearted young men I'd have you beware, They may flatter and vow and fine tales may tell, And may leave you in sorrow, like poor Margaret Bell. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/fe88600697f4e8699ff3bdc9848b308b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit National Library of Scotland, L.C.Fol.178.A.2(028); <a href="http://digital.nls.uk/broadsides/broadside.cfm/id/14783" target="_blank">National Library of Scotland Digital Gallery</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Margaret Bell's Lament Female hanging infanticide transportation https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3ffa18763e4b676bf2e01f404f3409a3.jpg 024680564ed25d570861dee5a26309c7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Troy Town</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Come and assist my trembling Pen, while I endeavour to explain The bloody minds of cruel men, That will no wickedness refrain, But bloody Humors to fulfill Innocent blood they daily spill. Now my sad story I'le begin, The like I think you ne'r did hear, How that the great Esquire Thin, Was murther'd it doth plain appear; Their bloudy minds for to fulfill, This squire most horridly they kill. On Sunday last this Gentleman Clear of all Scandals and Reproach, At severall places he had been Accompany'd with his Grace inCoach, This worthy person thought no ill, Whilst Villians sought his bloud to spill And thus they pass'd the Streets along Till seven or eight a Clock at night, & then his Grace he would be gone In whom so much he did delight, Poor soul he little thought of ill, while villains sought his blood to spill. His Grace he was no sooner gone, But this sad accident befell, By Villains he was set upon Neer to a place thats called Pell-mell, Their Hellish minds they did fulfill and there his precious bloud did spill. Up to his Coach these Villains ride, As by his Servants it is said, With Weapons which they did provide Whilst he poor soul was not afraid, For harmless souls ner fear no ill. while villains seek their blood to spill Meeting with him as they desir'd, Their Hellish courage then grew hot, Into his Coach at him they fir'd, And into his belly him they shot, And so like Villains him they kill'd, & his most precious bloud they spill'd. Away like Villains then they fled; With horror doubtless in their mind, This worthy soul three quarters dead, Bleeding i'th Coach they left behind: Now had the Villains got their will That sought his precious bloud to spill When these unwelcome tydings came Unto the Dukes astonish'd ear, His wond'rous sorrow for the same Did on a suddain plain appear. He strait pursu'd those that did spill, His precious bloud that thought no ill This Person then did all the night Pursue these murtherers in vain, Till Sol with his resplendent light Did to our sight return again, But could not find those that did kill That harmless soul as thought no ill But Heaven did presently find out What lovely Monmouth could not do, Twas well he was the Coach gone out, Or he might have been murther'd too, For they who did this squire kill Would fear the Bloud of none to spill. These Villains they were seiz'd at last, And brought before his Majesty, This horrid thing they then confest Now Prisoners they in Newgate lie, And be condemned no doubt they will, That squire Thyn's sweet blood did spill. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1682 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Thynne_(died_1682)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Thomas Thynne (1647/8-12 February 1682) was an English landowner of the family that is now headed by the Marquess of Bath and politician who sat in the House of Commons from 1670 to 1682. He went by the nickname "Tom of Ten Thousand" due to his great wealth. He was a friend of the Duke of Monmouth, a relationship referred to in John Dryden's satirical work Absalom and Achitophel where Thynne is described as "Issachar, his wealthy western friend". <br /><br />Thynne was the son of Sir Thomas Thynne, and his wife Stuarta Balquanquill, daughter of Dr. Walter Balquanquill. His father was a younger son of Sir Thomas Thynne of Longleat, Wiltshire. In 1670 Thynne succeeded to the family estates at Longleat on the death of his uncle Sir James Thynne without issue. He also succeeded his uncle as Member of Parliament for Wiltshire, and sat until his death in 1682. <br /><br />On 15 November 1681 Thynne married the wealthy Lady Elizabeth Percy, only child of Joceline Percy, 11th Earl of Northumberland. <br /><br />Thynne was murdered on 12 February 1682 after the Swedish Count Karl Johann von Konigsmark began to pursue his wife. He was shot while riding in his coach in Pall Mall, London, by Konigsmark and his three accomplices Christopher Vratz, John Stern and Charles George Borosky. The four were soon arrested; however Konigsmark was acquitted of the murder (due to the corruption of the jury according to diarist John Evelyn) but Vratz, Stern and Borosky were hanged on 10 March 1682. <br /><br />Thynne's remains were interred in a marble tomb in Westminster Abbey. The tomb is decorated in part with a representation of the murder of Thynne in 1682. A popular ballad summed up the episode in form of a mock epitaph: <br /><br />"Here lies Tom Thynne of Longleat Hall <br />Who ne'er would have miscarried; <br />Had he married the woman he slept withal <br />Or slept with the woman he married." Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for the Author, J.M. 1682. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Composer of Ballad J. M. Image / Audio Credit Huntington, Library - Bindley (formerly Luttrell), HEH 135832; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32291/citation" target="_blank">EBBA 32291</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3ffa18763e4b676bf2e01f404f3409a3.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Or, an Account of the Bloudy Murther of THOMAS THYN, Esq; On Sunday the 12th. of February 1682. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Murther Unparalel'd: hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9183b308609a30d96f259404ee2fb0e6.jpg 661a58da4ea40adf8b84979ad8669783 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics TRue Preachers which God liketh well, To you I runne wyth all my hart, Your wordes with me are like to dwell, Vntyll thys lyfe I shall depart. As for the rest whose tounges are tyde, To them who runs, he runs far wyde. Œ_What so doth best commend the truth, All falshood lykewyse discommendes, I know you Preachers tender youth, And visits them lyke faythfull frendes. Yet if there hap a dismoll day, The Wolues would teare your liues away Œ_But they that humbly do you beare, And eke well beare your woordes away, Hauing their vnderstandinges cleare, Needes neuer feare the dismoll day. Nor wyll seek[Single illegible letter] peace here in this lyfe, Where nought is found but war and strife. Œ_So they that do, nor yet wyll beare, When they be cald, and truth is told, Ill haps to them vnwares is neare, Yet blindnes maketh Bayardes bold. But they that warned are in tyme, Halfe armed are gainst daungerous crime. Œ_A tryall iust I found of late, Where Preachers dyd them selues addresse, To spend the day within Newgate, To comfort two whom Law bad presse. There did I see that comfort great, Whereof our Preachers oft intreat. Œ_There saw I more, do what they might, Sharpe iudgement pass, the Presse at hand, The one would not remyt hys spight But doth the same to vnderstand, By blasphemies most horrible, And countenaunce most terrible. Œ_[Illegible word] would beleue that he should dye, Which playnly dyd to vs appeare, By [...]yish countenaunce smylingly, Which seemed very monstrous geare. And yet he was of perfect mynde, But thus he shewed hys diuelish kynde. Œ_Wyth hym perswasions would not serue, In all my lyfe I saw none sutch: He sware great othes he would not sterue, If ought there were within the hutch. And to it he went full egerly, As one that thought he should not dye. Œ_Anon there came a prisoner in, That yrons had clapt on good store. Gods hart quoth Wat, you wyl not lyn, These partes you playd lyke slaues before. And vp he snatch hot coales in hand, To throw at one that by did stand. Œ_This stander by a Keeper was, That hardly handled him alwayes: Wherefore if he myght bring to pas, That Keeper should now end hys dayes. Though he did burne in hell therefore. Sutch Keepers should keepe there no more. Œ_This desperate foole intreated was, By Master Yong and others there, To pray for them that dyd trespas, And to forgeue, sithe death is neare. Gods woundes quoth he, it is shame for ye, That cry not agaynst this tyrannye. Œ_Why wyll not bolts or fetters serue, Thinke you (quoth Wat) to hold this man? He hath no money though he sterue, Hys hos[Single illegible letter] and doublet must trudge than. If bell there be, or plages to fall, These Villains wyll be plaged all. Œ_For my part if I boyle in lead, I cannot hold but brawle this out. Would I might [Single illegible letter]ight how euer I sped, Chuld course that Ore and fl[...]ring Lout. No more good Wat, quoth Master Yong, Thou hurt[Section of illegible text] thy selfe most wt that tong. Œ_Thus parted he and Master Yong, Much greued for hys senceles soule. But I remayned and vsed my tong, As God dyd force vice to controle, But-Wat no chaungeling would not rest, But fell a fresh vnto a [Single illegible letter]est. Œ_As I might then I did exhort, Them both with me to go and pray, Where I would speake to their comfort, If that the Lord dyd not say nay. The time is short, therefore quoth I, Let vs seeke the Lord whiles he is nye. Œ_I pray you be content quoth Wat, The Lord hath mercy inough in store, I may yet haue my part of that, As he to others hath geuen before. You must repent and cal for grace, (Quoth I) els neuer looke to see Gods face. Œ_Then was the tother glad of me, And gaue to God great thankes and prayse, That he might haue my companye, With hym for to remayne alwayes. Wherein such comfort great he found, That teares of ioy dropt to the ground. Œ_I see now God is good (quoth he) And wyll not haue my soule be lost, But hath prouided you for me, Not sparing any payne nor cost. You come from God, your words arswete, I feele Gods grace my hart doth mete. Œ_I would I had knowen you befor[Section of illegible text]e, But now it is in ryght good tyme: For though my carcas be forlorne, My soule to God I feele doth clyme. Oh beare me (sayth he) to the rest, Ill haps to me is for the best. Œ_Heare how this misery hath wrought, The taming of my flesh so proud: My soule to God that hath it bought, I do commend with voyce so loud. Knowing that he doth heare my cry, And pardons me immediately, Œ_Would God the world dyd heare my voyce And would be warned by my death, Then would they not in euyll reioyce, But prayse the Lord whyles they haue breath. And loue hym that hath loued them well, Who hath redeemed their soules from hell. Œ_O God (quoth he) is thys thy kynde, To care for hym that knew not thee? I neuer had thee earst in mynde, Yet now thy grace hath healed me. Due thankes to thee I cannot geue, That hast now made me to beleue. Œ_O tell me I pray, what is your name, Sayth he to me vnknowen you are: To you lykewyse I am the same, But God that knowes vs is not far. He wyll reward you this I trust, Sith I cannot that dye needes must. Œ_So God dealt with me yester day, A frend be sent vs in Limbo: Whose good estate God blesse alway, For that good [Single illegible letter]ore that came him fro. Hys name was Draper Alderman, Which was my comfort great as than. Œ_He prayed wyth vs most earnestly, No scorne was in hys v[Single illegible letter]luet cote, Wyth teares he kyst vs louingly, And went with mourning there God wote. So doth the power of the Lord, Make diuers men in truth accord. Œ_Thus God hath found me out at length, And stayed me of my wicked race And me indu[...] with perfect strength No [Single illegible letter]ong can rightly prayse such grace I would my death were much more vile That others might beware ther while. Œ_So then we prayed ech one for other Wyth trickling teares of ioye and greefe In truth I tooke him for my brother Though neuer so much he were a theefe. Then death to him could not come ill, For of Gods grace he had his fill. Œ_Then foorth we went and made a fyre, I dyned there wyth bread and cheese: To sing some Psalmes was his desyre, So ech man soonge in their degrees. O Lord turne not away thy face, From hym that lyes prostrate in place. Œ_But Watson fell vnto hys foode As one that hungry was in deede And merely eate that he thought good, But threw the rest the dogs to feede. I saw no thought that he did take, Nor lykelyhoode from sinne to wake. Œ_Then vp came Maister Yong agayne Their deathes now being at the doore But Watson could not yet refrayne, But laughes it out still more and more. Still all in vayne to hym was sayd, Yet all the rest downe kneeling prayde. Œ_Then Skarlet tooke hym by the hande And preached, though small to his regarde Yet all the rest might vnderstande, Hys woordes deserued to be harde. And yet he could not [Single illegible letter]olde but smyles, In deede he was begylde therwhyles. Œ_A Prisoners tale that he dyd trust Made hym that way to loose hys lyfe So there the matter was discust, The presse at length did end their stryfe. He trusted that which was vntrue, Vntill it was to late to rue. Œ_Lo thus much I thought good to wryte For those that warned yet will be That they in euill no more delyght, Nor to such councell do agree. Who dyd this yll one so peruarte, That heauy presse burst Watsons harte. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1569 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Preacher recounts attempts to comfort two prisoners; one, alderman Draper, repents; the other, Watson, believes falsely that he will be reprieved and thus does not repent Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London by Iohn Awdely, dwellyng in litle Britaine streete without Aldersgate Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. pressing Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Newgate Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet Location: Huntington Library - Britwell, no 60/ HEH18321, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32408/image">EBBA 32408</a><br />Recorded in CM Simpson 1966, <em>The British Broadside Ballad and its Music</em>, Rutgers University Press, New Brunswick, pp. 323-4. 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Melody to which ballad is set. <em>No Ignoramus Juries now</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALL you that standeth near me, Pray listen now, and hear me, Tho's false I Swore, I ne'r will more, My Friends, you need not fear me. No daring, nor baring With any false declaring: The Pillory's my destiny, [For my unlawful Swearing.] Good Fortune now refuse me, If I think they abuse me; I did confess, cou'd I do less? My Conscience did accuse me. No daring, nor baring With any false declaring; The Pillory's my destiny, [For my unlawful Swearing.] I'de have you now believe me, There's something still does grieve [me] I need not tell, you know full well, My Touch-Stone did deceive me: No daring, nor bearing With any false declaring; The Pillory's my Destiny, For my unlawful Swearing. When Lords lay in the Tower, Then to my utmost power, The Loyali'st men; I swore agen, That I might them devour: No daring, etc. Of this I now am weary, For why I can't be merry, The Thoughts of Hill, torments me still, And so does Green and Berry, No daring, etc. My peace I have confounded, And am in grief surrounded, Their Blood I spilt, and now with guilt My Conscience I have wounded: No daring, etc. This being discontented, I bitterly lamented, That hanious crime, but in due time, In heart I have repented: No daring, etc. I send my mournful ditty, Through e'ry Town and City, Let me not fail, but now prevail, To gain the Nations pitty: No daring, etc. My Conscience waxing tender, My self I did surrender, And did not spare for to declare, I was a foul offender, no daring, etc. I'le be no ill retainer, For why I am no gainer, From Perjury I will live free, And e'ry Misdemeanour: No daring, nor bearing With any false declaring; The Pillory's my destiny, for my unlawful Swearing. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1686 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Prance" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Miles Prance (fl. 1678) was an English Roman Catholic who was caught up in and perjured himself during the Popish Plot and the anti-Catholicism of London during the reign of Charles II. He was born on the Isle of Ely, the son of a Roman Catholic, and he rose quickly from humble origins as an apprentice goldsmith to servant-in-ordinary to Catherine of Braganza, Charles II's queen. He was married and with a family, living in Covent Garden at the time of his arrest. <br /><br />Sir Edmund Berry Godfrey died in October of 1678. Godfrey had been militating against Jesuits around the time of the Popish Plot. Prance was known to be Roman Catholic and suspicion fell upon him for the death, which appeared to be suicide. William Bedloe, later a Popish Plot accuser, investigated Prance and interrogated one John Wren, Prance's lodger who owed rent. Wren stated that Prance had been out of the house on the night of the murder. Prance was arrested and confined to Newgate Prison. <br /><br />In prison, Prance confessed and then recanted. He then confessed to a different version and recanted that. Finally, after being visited by William Boys, Gilbert Burnet, and William Lloyd, he confessed and said that two Irish priests, a "Fitz-gerald" and a "Kelly", told him of a plot to kill Godfrey. He said that Henry Berry, Robert Green, Thomas Godden and Godden's servant, Lawrence Hill, followed and strangled Godfrey while Prance kept watch. They then hid Godfrey's body in the palace and waited before placing it in a ditch and running it through with Godfrey's own sword, to look like the discrediting death by suicide. <br /><br /> Berry, Green, and Hill were arrested, and Godden fled to Europe. Prance perjured himself in the trial, and all three men were executed. He then split the reward for finding the killers with Bedloe. Bedloe and Titus Oates used Prance to inform on several Roman Catholics during the Popish Plot. He offered evidence against Harcourt and Fenwick, two Jesuit priests, in June of 1679 and received a £50 pension from the King in January of 1680. He also helped Oates attack Roger L'Estrange and wrote pamphlets defending himself against charges of multiple contradictions. After the breaking of the Plot, he assumed a lower public profile. <br /><br />However, when James II came to the throne, Prance was tried. He was found guilty of perjury in 1686 and was fined £100, ordered to stand in the pillory, and to be whipped. Catherine interceded on his behalf to prevent the last of these punishments, arguing that he had returned to the Roman Catholic faith and was repentant. He said that only fear for his life had compelled him to lie and inform and that his mistreatment in prison had coerced his testimony. In 1688, he tried to flee to France. He was captured, questioned before the House of Lords, and then permitted to leave England. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in / Guilt-Spur-Street. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. pillory Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. perjury Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Tune Data Recording is <em>Lay By Your Pleading</em> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/47216cd1041ff160903c509e573c18e9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.236; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20850/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20850</a> Subtitle OR, MILES PRANCE His Sorrowful Lamentation for his foul Offences. In heart I grieve, you may believe, was it to do again; I'd ne'r agree, to Perjury, nor any such like thing. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Perjury Punish'd with equal Justice; English Male perjury pillory https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2a2c0d23c13cee063be754d027277fdd.jpg 557df9c56c5cb89bc3a4a594bac956c9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle OR, / The Last farewell of the late Duke of Monmouth which was Beheaded on Tower-Hill on / the 15th of this Instant July 1685. / It is not well for to Rebell, / Against a Gracious Prince, / Let all beware and shun the Snare, / That would be Men of Sence. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Execution of the Duke of Monmouth because of his rebellion against the king. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Russell's Farewell Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics FArewell Farewell deceitful Pride, for thou hast me betray'd, Upon vain hopes I here relyed, when I the Traitor play'd: Had I not wandred with Lord Grey, which proves my overthrow, I never had beheld this day, to feel the Fatal Blow. Too much I hearkned to that Crew, which never did me good, But now I bid the World adieu, and here my dearest blood Must be a Ransome for my Crime, to pay the Death I owe, And Justice now has found a time, to strike the fatal Blow. Alas! I have not quite forgot the favour that I found, When I was in that Helish Plot, ah! this my soul doth Wound: That I again should be misled, into a sea of wooe, And here I must lay down my head, unto the fatal Blow. My proud aspiring heart I find, has brought me to this thing Ah! how could I be so unkind to such a Gracious King: Which once did interceed for me, as I in conscience know, But now pale Death must set me free, then wellcome fatal Blow. And now at last I did Rebell, against him in his Throne, I was most like an Infidel, as I may justly own: But this has wrought my lifes decay, and final Overthrow, And Juyice will no longer stay, but strike the Fatal Blow. While I did in Rebellion stand, some lives did you pay full dear, A sad confusion in the Land but now I bear a share, And brought to my deserved doom whether I would or no, No Friend I have that will presume, to stop the fatal Blow. False Friends alas hath ruin'd me, and brought me to this place, And now the sad effect I see, will end in my disgrace: My Lady I must leave behind, and my sweet Babes in wooe. For Destiny hath now design'd for me the fatal Blow: And now my last and dying Speech, is to advise you all, Both friends and Foes I do beseech, be warned by my fall: Let Loyolty your actions Crown, then you'l be free from woe, And now I willingly lye down, come strike the fatal Blow. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Date Date of ballad 1685 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tower Hill Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-Spur-Street without Newgate. URL https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20857/album Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Rebellion Rewarded with Justice. https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3711df22f0c2b8e88b79a66fe556592b.jpg cb54e802037a15b172ba0d414f5e0d99 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Bragandary Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics WHen men and Women leave the way of God, and goodnesse quite, They practice mischief every day and therein take delight The Divel then is nye at hand When these things he doth understand, You that will goe, High or low Resolve upon this doubt. As by the Story you shall heare if you will list a while The Divell lately did appeare; and a Woman did beguile But she did make the way before, And in her heart did him adore You that will goe, etc. In Fisherton this dame did dwell of conversation bad She did converse with the Divell of Hell, which made her friends all sad, Unto the Divell she gave her soule Sealed in a bloudy scroule, You that will goe, etc. Mistris Bodnam was her name, who daily undertooke To helpe men to stolne goods againe, even with her cunjuring booke A looking glasse she had likewise, To shew the Theeves before their eyes You that will goe, etc. Amonge the rest a Maid then went, her name was Annis Stiles About stolne goods in discontent but the Divill her beguiles The Divill did the Witch perswade For to seduce this silly maid You that will goe, etc, She gave the Maid a Looking glasse on which she looked on But at the length it came to pas she was to soone undone, For want of wisdome and true grce, She was undone in little space, You that will goe, etc. Sweetheart quoth she if that you please, I will teach you my art, So you may live in wealth and ease according to your heart If you your Soule the Divell will give In health and wealth you then may live, You that will goe, etc. To soone alas she did consent and seald it with her blood, Which made her afterwards repent, when as she understood That she must loose the joyes of heaven For some Toyes unto her given You that will goe, High or low, Resolve upon this doubt. [The secon]d part to the same tune. AT length it came for to be known, how she had simply run Then to the Witch she made her mone. and said she was undone She said to London she would flye, For feare least both of them should dye, You that will goe High or low, Resolve upon this doubt. The Witch was willing thereunto, and bid her fly with speed She was at Stockbridge taken though, for that notorious deed, The Divill cast her to and froe As all the company did know You that will goe, etc, When in the chamber she came in, the Divell tost her about She askt the divell where heed bin to give her such a floute, Then all the standers by amaz'd, Upon each other then they gaz'd, You that will goe, etc, A Gentleman great paines did take, with her the people say, And she to him her minde did breake and for her he did pray, She told him the old witch was cause That she had broke Gods holy lawes You that will goe, etc. Foure dayes together she was vext tormented grievously And in her mind was sore perplex[t] that some thought she would d[?] The Divell like a Snake apeard Which all the country people feard You that will goe, etc, But when the old Witch came in sight, then did she take her rest, And she did sleepe well all that night as plainly is exprest, She said when as she walkt againe, She praised God she felt no paine You that will goe, etc. She told the Gentleman that she would tell him all her art And that he should inriched be by what she should impart She told him that she knew full well, She should be a great Lady in hel. You that will goe,etc. The old Witch executed was, this moneth the 19. day. She ever had a face of Bras as all the people say, Insteed of pensivenesse and prayer She did nought but curse and sware, You that will goe, etc, God nothing had to do with her she said most desperately She swore and curst and kept a stur and desperately did dye Let all good people therefore say [?]their hearts with me and pray, [You that w]ill goe High or low, Resolve upon this doubt. Lond[on ?] Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. witchcraft Gender Gender of the person being executed. female Date Date of ballad 1653 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Salisbury Subtitle Being a true Relation of one Mistris Bodnan living in Fisherton, next house but one to the Gallowes, who being a Witch seduced a Maid, called by name, Anne Stiles, to the s[a]me abominab[le] and detested action of VVitchcraft; which VVitch for that action was executed the 19 day of March 1653. Image / Audio Credit <span>Manchester Central Library, <span>BR f 821.04 B49, </span></span><a href="http://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/36038/citation" target="_blank">EBBA 36038</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3711df22f0c2b8e88b79a66fe556592b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sal]isbury Assizes. [?]ard of Witchcraft. English Female hanging witchcraft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/87c65a607b4e730cec7bbfa2796bea54.jpg 2ac24613c9f2c91ff9cef4f2ab6d8241 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134"><em>Fortune my foe</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOu disobedient Children mark my fall, And by my timeless end take warning all, Against my own dear Father have I done, A deed the like did never graceless Son. In blooming years I was intic'd to sin, E're I perceiv'd what danger lay therein: And so from day to day, until this hour, To leave the same, as yet I have no power. My Mother dead, my Father cockered me, As men will do when Motherless we be: And nothing for me then he thought too dear, Which brought me thus into a graceless fear. And when as I to elder years did grow, By wicked courses got I timely woe; Each vain delight belonging to Young-men, Deceived me, and wrought my ruine then. The deadly sins that are in number seaven, without more grace have lost my joys in heaven: From first to last of these most cursed crimes, Have made me now a wonder of these times. For wanting means to nourish my delight, I went the wrong, and left the ways of right; Which to maintain, my Father growing poor, Forgetting God, I daily rob'd for more. Three times he sav'd me from the Gallow-tree, Three times he cast himself in debt for me: Three times he set me up in good estate, In hope to keep me from untimely fate. By me the Proverb is fulfilled here, Who saves a Thief from Gallow, finds it dear For saving me, I sought his dear life's woe, My gentle Fathers timeless overthrow. For wanting means still to relieve my need, Put me in mind to do a woful deed: And seek his blood, the high-way unto sin, Who wanting grace, I soon grew perfect in. My Father's Brother of good living known, Being dead, as next of Kin they were mine own [On]e which I wrought with these accursed hands To be the heir of all my Uncles Lands. With mind prepar'd for Murder thus I went, Unto the Field where he did much frequent, where meeting him, with mine own fathers knife Which I had stoln, I took away his life. And laid it down all bloody by his side, That all might see my Uncle therewith dy'd: And challeng'd it my Fathers knife to be, When people came the Murdered Corps to see. O homicide! O cursed viprous brood, Like Cain, to seek my fathers dearest blood; My own dear father being thus betray'd, I his own child the evidence was made. So judg'd to death for that he never did, The Lord in mercy did the same forbid: For as he was to Execution led, A World of torments in my bosom bred. To see him stand upon the Gallow-tree, From which before poor man he saved me: I could not chuse but tell what I had done, And so confess my self a wicked son. The Confession and Repentance of George Saunders, Gentleman late of Sugh, in the County of Hertford, who killed his own Uncle, and accused his own Father for the Mur- der, but by Gods providence being discovered, dyed for the same whereas he wrote this Song with his own hand. GOds judgements now are rightly seen said I, Dear Father I have slain him, let me dye, O let me dye and set my Father free, Or else like Judas damned shall I be. Whereat the people in that very place, They praised God that gave me so much grace, To quit my Father from that crying sin, Which I with blood-red streams am drowned in. My Father sav'd and I to Prison sent, Where I remain'd with many a sad lament, Which when you see, you cannot chuse but say, Repentance comes before my Dying day. His Repentance in Prison, To the same Tune. MOngst Lyons fell in Daniels den am I, In lowest Prison cast with Jeremy: [F]ed with Elias by the Ravens fell, And plac'd with Judas in the Maw of Hell Naked with Esau fearful do I walk, Dumb with old Zahary silent do I talk, Afflictions bread with Micha is my food, And with the Prophet drink I sorrows flood. As poor as Job, even now so poor am I, Despis'd with Lazarus in great misery, Banished with David from my native land, Cast up with Jonas on the Nenivites sand. Made blind with Toby, by the Swallows dung, And with poor Joseph cast in Prison strong, I weep with Mary who had lost her Master, And run with Peter who should run the faster. I sinned have, for sin God curst the ground, I sinned have, for sin the world was drown'd, I sinned have, sin Sodom set on fire, Also for sin did AEgypt fell Gods ire, I sinned have, for sin did Adam dye, I sinned have, sin caused David, cry, I sinned have, and for sin Satan fell From an high Angel, to a Devil in Hell. Did David weep, and shall not I then cry, Did Mary weep, and shall mine eyes be dry? Did Esau weep, and shall not I weep more, Did Peter weep, such tears let me have store. Did Mary weep, for loss of master dear, Did Marthe weep, with sorrow touch her near. Spring Eyes with tears to wash his sacred feet, That for my sin did shed his blood so sweet. Lark like I flye into the living spring, Desiring pardon of my Heavenly King, Past worldly hope, now like the Thief on tree, I onely fix my faith and hope in thee, Look back on me, as thou did'st unto Peter, Speak to my soul, as to the theif most sweeter, O spye me out with Zache on the tree, And with sweet Bartholomew call me lord to thee. O let me now with holy Abraham spy, A saving Ram that Isaac may not dye: O let me live for to sound forth thy praise, That I may shew thy mercy in my days. Make me a swallow in thy house, O King, That Swallow like I may sit there and sing, O let me in thy Temple keep a door, That I may praise thy name for evermore, Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1686 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Son kills uncle for his inheritance and allows father to take the blame until he sees him at the gallows, and then confesses to the crime. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. C. W. T. and T. P. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Sugh, Hertford Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/87c65a607b4e730cec7bbfa2796bea54.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.196-197 (cf. Roxburghe 3.28, EBBA 32059; Euing 1.320, EBBA 31969); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20811/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20811</a> Subtitle Or, The Merciful Father, and the merciless Son. To the Tune of, Fortune my Foe. The Confession and Repentance of George Saunders, Gentleman late of Sugh, in the County of Hertford, who killed his own Uncle, and accused his own Father for the Murder, but by Gods providence being discovered, dyed for the same whereas he wrote this Song with his own hand. His Repentance in Prison, To the same Tune. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Save a thief from the Gallows, and he'l Hang thee if he can, English hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d134768fcc513ba4022e4dfe8f544ad4.jpg d5c9a3cdef0c6fc6dbaa895e3e968846 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GOOD Lord John is a hunting gone, Over the Hills and Dales so far, For to take Sir Hugh in the Grime. For stealing of the Bishops mare He derry derry down Hugh in the Grime was taken then, And Carried to Carlisle town; the merry Women came out amain, Saying the name of Grime shall never go down He derry derry dow O then a Jury of Women was brought, Of the best that could be found Eleven of them spoke all at once, Saying the name of Grime shall never go down he derry derry down And then a Jury of men was brought, More the pity for to be; Eleven of them spoke all at once, Saying Hugh in the Grime you are guilty etc Hugh in the Grime was Cast to be hangd, Many of his Friends did for him leet, For 15 foot in the Prisin he did Jump, With his hands tyed fast behind his back etc. then bespoke our good lady Ward, As she set on the Bench so high, A peck of white pennys ill give to my lord If hell grant Hugh Grime to me, he etc. And if it be not full enough, Ill stroke it up with my Silver Fan, And if it be not full enough, Ill heap it up with my own hand, etc. Hold your tongue now lady Ward, And of Your talkitive let it be there is never a Grime came in this Court That at thy biding shall saved be, then bespoke our good lady Moor, As she sat on the Bench so high A Yoke of Fat Oxen ill give to my lord If hell grant Hugh Grime to me, etc. Hold Your tongue now good lady Moor, and of Your talkitive let it be, there is never a Grime came to this Court, that at thy biding shall saved be, etc. Sir Hugh in the Grime lookd out of the door With his hand out of the Bar, there he spyd his Father dear tearing of his Golden Hair. he derry, etc Hold your Tongue good Father dear, And of your weeping let it be For if they hereave me of my life; they cannot bereave me of the Heavens so high Sir Hugh in the Grime lookd out at the door Oh! what a sorry heart had he There spyd his Mother dear, Weeping and wailing Oh! woe is me, etc. Hold Your tongue now Mother dear And of Your weeping let it be; For if they bereave me of my life, they cannot bereave me of Heavens Fee, etc. Ill leave my Sword to Johnny Armstrong That is made of Mettal so fine: That when he comes to the Border side; he may think of Hugh in the Grime. he derry etc Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1741-1762 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Sir Hugh in the Grime (Hughie Graeme or Graham) stole a mare from the Bishop of Carlisle, by way of retaliation for the Bishop's seduction of his wife. He was pursued by Lord Scroop, taken, and conveyed to Carlisle and hanged. Scott suggested that Hugh Graham may have been one of four hundred Borderers accused to the Bishop of Carlisle of various murders and thefts about 1548. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong>From <a href="http://mysongbook.de/msb/songs/h/hughtheg.html" target="_blank">Henry's Songbook:</a></strong><br /><br /><em>Hugh the Graeme</em><br /><ul><li>(Trad) <p>Our lords hae to the hunting gane<br />A-hunting o' the fallow dear<br />And they hae gripped Hughie Graham<br />For stealing o' the bishop's mare</p> <p>Well lowse my right hand free, he said<br />And put my brand intae the same<br />He's ne'er in Carlisle toon the day<br />Daur tell the tale tae Hughie Graham</p> <p>They've ta'en him tae the gallows hill<br />And he looke`d up at the gallows tree<br />Yet ne'er did colour leave his cheek<br />Nor did he even blink his ee</p> <p>And ye may gie my brother James<br />My sword that's bent in the middle clear<br />And bid him come at twelve o'clock<br />To see me pay the bishop's mare</p> <p>And ye may gie to my brother John<br />My sword that's bent in the middle broon<br />And bid him come at two o'clock<br />To see his brother Hugh cut down</p> <p>And ye may tell my kith and kin<br />I never did disgrace their blood<br />And if they meet the bishop's cloak<br />To mak' it shorter by the hood</p> </li> </ul> [1880:] There are two editions of [this song], one of which was supplied by Burns to The Scots Musical Museum. It was obtained by Burns from oral tradition in Ayrshire, but the poet touched up some of the stanzas, and added the third and the eighth [nos. 2 and 3 above]. The other copy was obtained by Scott from his friend Laidlaw, and was published in the Minstrelsy. There is a ballad entitled The Life and Death of Sir Hugh of the Grime in D'Urfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy, which contains practically the same story. The story upon which the ballad is supposed to be founded is a traditional one, and is to the effect that Aldridge, the Bishop of Carlisle, about 1560 seduced the wife of Hugh Graham, one of the chiefs of the Border, and Graham, unable to bring the prelate to justice, made a raid, and with other spoil carried off a fine mare belonging to Aldridge. He was pursued by Sir John Scroope, captured and brought back to Carlisle, where he was hanged for felony. All attempts to save his life failed, and popular tradition attributes the stubbornness of the Bishop to his desire to get rid of the chief obstacle of his guilty passion. The Bishop was no favourite, and hence probably the animus against him in the ballad; for, as a rule, the old ballad mongers were not very hard upon lawless lovers. <br /><br />[In Burns' version,] Stirling, and not Carlisle, is made the scene of the execution [...]. It was for the Bishop's 'honour' that Hughie must die, the word honour perhaps suggesting that the Bishop's 'mare' had a meaning which may be easily conjectured. [The] ballad ends with the fierce dying words of Hughie <br /><br />Remember me to Maggy my wife <br />The niest time ye gang o'er the moor <br />Tell her she staw the Bishop's mare <br />Tell her she was the Bishop's whore <br />And ye may tell my kith and kin <br />I never did disgrace their blood <br />And when they meet the Bishop's cloak <br />To mak' it shorter by the hood <br /><br />Tradition does not say whether these dying injunctions were fulfilled, but if they were not it may certainly be assumed that it was not out of want of disposition on the part of the Grahams to revenge the death of Hughie upon the Bishop. (Ord, Glasgow Weekly Herald, July 10) <br /><br />[1964:] We do not know if Hugh Graeme, the border raider, is a figure of history or fiction. Several versions of the ballad set the scene of his plundering activities in the neighbourhood of Carlisle, and we are reminded that in 1548, complaints were laid to the Lord Bishop of Carlisle against more than four hundred freebooters and outlaws, of whom Hugh may have been one. The present version places the action further north, in the neighbourhood of 'Strievelin toun' (Stirling), but as with the Border versions, the sympathies are all with the bad-man and all against the authorities. Hugh was perhaps unusually well-favoured in having the Earl of Home's wife to speak up for him, though her intervention was fruitless. <br /><br />The earliest printed form of the ballad appears - a little surprisingly, perhaps - in the compilation of mainly saucy songs known as Durfey's 'Pills to Purge Melancholy' (1720), but it was already quite an old song then. Once common, the ballad seems to have become very rare in tradition. Only one version is reported in the twentieth century, obtained by the diligent Scottish collector Gavin Greig from Mrs. Lyall of Skene, near Aberdeen. Mrs. Lyall's excellent Dorian tune is the one used here by Ewan MacColl. (Notes Ewan MacColl &amp; A. L. Lloyd, 'English and Scottish Folk Ballads') <br /><br />- Susanne Kalweit and Henry Kochlin Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed and sold by L. How. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. poaching Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Carlisle Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/d134768fcc513ba4022e4dfe8f544ad4.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="800" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.456-457; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31128/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31129</a> Subtitle OR A New Song made on Sir Hugh in the Grime, who was Hang'd for stealing the Bishops Mare. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sir Hugh in the Grimes Downfall. English Male poaching https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0cc509ae84f33d7ffef0efb82193b4d6.jpg 56830cd4ee478e256a04fe7c93b48044 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/10db073796f9f5da816f9cba1f52b7e2.jpg bbc106c8a699482b78faa8f7bc9f4d34 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7d06664b6faa2b4a33bbc4131caf6f44.mp3 ab95c0b1fe0297a94890819afdd4b774 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174"><em>Packington's Pound</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Farewel Worldly Pleasures and fading delight, For now all my days must be turnd into night, Now suffer I must, and the race I have run, Has shortned my days, and my thred it is spun: Oh wretch that I was for to Plot or Conspire Against that good Prince, who the world do admire! And now for the same I am in a sad plight, A poor, and distressed, unfortunate Knight. How might I have lived in splendour and fame, That now by true Subjects am greatly to blame: No pitty I find there is falls to my share, My spirits decay, and I fall in despair,: But how could I expect any favour to find, That harbourd such thoughts in my treacherous mind All you that in mercy do fix your delight, Now pitty etc. My days, that long time I in pleasure did spend, In shame and disgrace like a Traytor I end; Though it grieves me to think, yet confess it I must, The Sentence past on me is nothing but just; For the deeds I have done, & the words I have said, Were I to be punishd by losing my Head, Grim death would the less then my senses affright, That am a distressed etc. But the thoughts of a Rope are most dreadful to me, That must hang for my Crimes at the 3 cornerd tree, And there in the view of a thousand, or more, Receive what I long had deserved before. Oh Justice severe! how swift are thy wings To pursue the Blood-suckers of mercifull Kings; Who in thoughts are oppressed by day and by night, Like me a distressed etc. Though I had got over and crossed the Seas, My mind was afflicted, my soul not at ease, My conscience was filled with horrour and d[r]ead, That Vengeance would follow where ever I fled; And now to my sorrow most certain I find That which so long time hath afflicted my mind, And w[i]ll now put an end to my joy and delight, Tha[t] am a distressed unfortunate Knight. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, and T. Passenger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. drawing, hanging, and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data <em>Packington's Pound</em> is often cited as <em>Digby's Farewell, Packingtons Pound</em> or <em>Amintas' Farewell. </em>The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.10.29, Page 4.29; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30947/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 30947</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew. <br /><br /> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0cc509ae84f33d7ffef0efb82193b4d6.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7d06664b6faa2b4a33bbc4131caf6f44.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle Who for High-Treason (conspiring against the Life of the King, and his Royal Brother, and the subversion of the Government;) was on the 14th. day of Iune, 1684. condemned to be Drawn, Hang'd, and Quarter'd; and was accordingly executed at Tyburn, on the 20th. of the said Month, in the view of many Spectators. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Sir Thomas Armstrong was executed in 1684 for his involvement in the Rye House Plot which planned to assassinate Charles II and his brother and heir James II. Armstrong was not executed in the usual place for nobility, Tower Hill, but instead he was drawn on a hurdle to Tyburn, where he was hanged and quartered. This was the most shameful way to be executed, and is why Armstrong sings that 'the thoughts of a Rope are most dreadful to me,/That must hang for my Crimes at the 3 cornerd tree'. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sir Thomas Armstrong's Farevvel: Audio recording drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b91db59548b553560dcf6d7edb6b52fa.jpg e28506c46d5e52d1026610f03e748d50 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1169">Welladay</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics C Ourteous kind Gallants all, pittie me, pittie me, My time is now but small, here to continue: Thousands of people stay, To see my dying day, Sing I then welladay, wofully mourning. Once in a gallant sort lived I, lived I. Belov'd in Englands court graced with honours: Sir Walter Rauleighs name Had then a noble fame: Though turned now to shame through my misdoing. In youth I was too free of my will, of my will, Which now deceiveth me of my best fortunes: All that same gallant traine Which I did then maintaine, Holds me now in disdaine for my vaine folly. When as Queene Elizabeth ruld this land, ruld this land, I trode the honord path of a brave Courtier: Offices I had store, Heapt on me more and more, And my selfe I in them bore proud and commanding. Gone are those golden dayes, woe is me woe is me: Offences many waies brought unto triall, Showes that disloyaltie Done to his Majestie, Judgeth me thus to dye; Lord for thy pitie. But the good graces here of my King, of my King, Shewd to me many a yeere makes my soule happie In that his royall Grace Gave me both time and space Repentance to embrace: now heaven be praised. Thirteene years in the tower have I lien, have I lien. Before this appoynted houre of my lives ending: Likewise such libertie Had I unluckily, To be sent gallantly out on a voyage. But that same voyage then prov'd amis prov'd amis, Many good gentlemen lost their good fortunes: All that with me did goe Had sudden overthrow My wicked will to shew gainst my deere Countrey. When I returned backe, hoping grace, hoping grace, The tower againe alacke was my abiding: Where for offences past, My life againe was cast Woe on woe followed fast to my confusion. It plea'sd my royall King thus to doe, thus to doe, That his peeres should me bring to my lives judgement. The Lieutenant of the tower Kept me fast in his power, Till the appointed houre of my remooving. The Second Part . T O Westminster then was I garded strong, garded strong Where many a wandring eye saw me convayed Where I a Judgment had, for my offences bad, Which was to loose my head, there the next morning. So to the Gatehouse there, was I sent, was I sent, By knights and gentlemen, guarding me safely, Where all that wofull night, My heart tooke no delight: Such is the heavie plight of a poore prisoner. Calling then to my mind, all my joyes, all my joyes, Whereto I was inclind, living in pleasures: All those dayes past and gon, Brings me now care and mone, Being thus overthrowne, by mine own folly. When the sad morning came I should die, I should die: O what a fright of shame: fild up my bosome: My heart did almost breake, when I heard people speake, I shold my ending make as a vile traitor. I thought my fortunes hard, when I saw, when I saw In the faire pallace yard a scaffold prepared: My loathed life to end: On which I did ascend. Having at all no friend there to grant mercy. Kneeling downe on my knee, willingly, willingly, Prayed for his Majustie long to continue: And for his Nobles all. With subjects great and small, Let this my wofull fall be a fit warning. And you that hither come thus to see, thus to see My most unhappy doome pittie my ending. A Christian true I die: Papistrie I defie, Nor never Atheist I as is reported. You Lords & knights also in this place, in this place Some gentle love bestow pity my falling: As I rose suddenly Up to great dignitie, So I deservedly die for my folly. Farewell my loving wife woe is me, woe is me: Mournefull wil bee thy life, Left a sad widdow. Farewell my children sweet, We never more shall meet Till we each other gr[ee]t, blessed in heaven, With this my dying knell willingly, willingly, Bid I the world farewell full of vaine shadowes All her deluding showes brings my heart naught but woes Who rightly feeles and knowes. all her deceivings. Thus with my dying breath doe I kis, doe I kis, This axe that for my death here is provided: May I feele little paine, when as it cuts in twaine, what my life must sustaine all her deceivings. My head on block is laid, And my last part is plaid: Fortune hath me betraid, sweet Jesus grant mercy. Thou that my headsman art, when thou list, when thou list, Without feare doe thy part I am prepared: Thus here my end I take farewel world, farewel world, And my last will I make, climing to heaven: For this my offence, I die with true penitance, Jesus recieve me hence: farewell sweet England. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1618 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Printed for Philip Birch and are to be sold at his shop at the Guyld-hall . Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Old Palace, Westminster Tune Data Composer: William Elderton Date tune first appeared: 1569 Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College, Pepys Library - Cambridge (1.110-111); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20046/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20046</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b91db59548b553560dcf6d7edb6b52fa.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Who was beheaded in the old Pallace at Westminster the 29. of October. 1618. To the tune of Welladay. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sir Walter Rauleigh his lamentation: beheading Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a10bde515ebc16794f20ce3ea3543094.jpg 76bf4864e4196786fb9dfccd8b0612ab Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>The German Princess adieu</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Farewel German Princess the Fates bid adieu whose fall is as strange as her story is true, Her peddigree she from a Fidler does bring and Fidlers do commonly end in a string, How many mad pranks has she plaid on the Earth which equally moves us to pitty and mirth, But now for a Gamball at Christmas the fool must shew us a trick on a three-legged Stool. The first of her tricks was a Freak into France to learn the French language to sing and to dance, And who but a Taylor should lye in the lurch to cut out her work and to lead her to Church, He plyd her to with Gold but when all was prepard to measure the Princess about with his yard, She bobd off the Taylor and made him a Goose but for all her mad pranks she must dye in a Noose. Next after to Holland she steered her course and there she abused a Jewelor worse, For when he so many rich jewels had brought seald up in a box, she another had wrought, And thus he was chevld by the wit of the Girl with pebbles for diamonds and Glasses for pearl, Who after his gelding most sadly bemoans, he quite was undone for the loss of his stones The next that she shewd was on English-Mans jest and though there was wit int twas none of the best Then who but the Princess, and happy were they, that could but obtain this so welcome a pray: As eagerly she at the Collies did catch, but when she was married she met with her match; For at last an Atturney did fall in her way who gave her his Bond and had nothing to pay. A Brick-maker then as a Suitor did go whose news was as strange as the news from Soho For when he came up to his Tenement door he found there was one in possession before, To furnish this Room he sold all that he had and now not to enter it made him stark mad, But she had the money and kept him in awe by bidding him make up his Brick without straw. And now the young gallant that next was trappand was a kind of a Drugster as I understand, He thought her so rich that the prodigal fop to gain her sold all that he had in the Shop, But when to this prize he began to draw near he found he had bought his Commoditie dear, His fore-head did bud and such pains he indurd as would not by Balsoms or Plaisters be curd A Limner at length who had heard of her fame would needs draw her Picture and give it a frame, With couler and varnish she cheated the Elf and provd that she painted as well as himself, He made her a Face and a Robe like a Queen and swore twas as like her as ever was seen, But when at the Tavern she left him in paw[n] he swore for a Princess a Beggar hed drawn A thousand such pranks she did daily invent and yet with her money was nevey content, But spent it apace for the proverb you know says wealth that comes lightly as lightly does go. At Masques and at Revels by day and by night with Toryes and gallants she took her delight, She fancyd alass, it would nere be day and so never thought of a reckoning to pay. But what was long lookd for is now come at last and the sentence of death on the Princess is past Nor could she be tryd by her peers for no doubt there was not her peer the whole nation throughout But if any more of the gang should be found they are born to be hangd they shall never be dround When people must cheat to encourage their pride it is a Dutch trick which we cannot abide. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1673-1696 ? Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Carleton" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Mary Carleton (11 January 1642 - 22 January 1673) was an Englishwoman who used false identities, such as a German princess, to marry and defraud a number of men. <br /><br />Carleton was born Mary Moders in Canterbury. According to later accounts she married a journeyman shoemaker named Thomas Stedman and gave birth to two children who died in infancy. She later left her husband to move to Dover where she married a surgeon, prompting her arrest and trial in Maidstone for bigamy. <br /><br />After the trial she visited Cologne where she had a brief affair with a local nobleman. He gave her valuable presents, pressed her for marriage and began the preparations for a wedding. She, however, slipped out of Germany with all the presents and most of her landlady's money, returning to England through the Netherlands. <br /><br />She returned to London in 1663 and took on the persona of an orphaned Princess van Wolway from Cologne. She claimed that she was born in Cologne and that her father was Henry van Wolway, Lord of Holmstein and that she had fled a possessive lover. She used this guise to marry John Carleton, brother-in-law of the landlord of the Exchange tavern which she frequented. After the wedding, however, an anonymous letter exposed her. <br /><br />Her trial in 1663 was the first recorded appearance of Mary Carleton. She was charged for masquerading as a German princess and marrying John Carleton in London under that name. She claimed that John Carleton himself had claimed to be a lord and was trying to extract himself from marriage as he had discovered there was no money in it. Divorce would have been an unheard of scandal in those times. Both sides of the conflict published pamphlets to support their own story. Mary Carleton was eventually acquitted. <br /><br />Afterwards Mary Carleton wrote her own account, The Case of Madam Mary Carleton, possibly through a ghostwriter. She also acted in a play about her life and gained a number of admirers who gave her more valuable gifts. She eventually married one of her admirers. Predictably she left him too, taking with her his money, valuables and keys while he was drunk. <br /><br />Carleton next pretended to be a rich virgin heiress fleeing an undesirable suitor whom her father had arranged for her. She even arranged that someone would send her letters that supposedly contained updates of family news. When her new landlady found and read them, she was convinced and became a matchmaker between Carleton and her nephew. <br /><br />Carleton arranged a new letter that claimed that her brother was dead and he had left her all he had, including her father's forthcoming inheritance. However, her father was even more determined to marry her to a suitor she detested. Her lover invited her to live with him but Carleton and an accomplice, disguised as a maid, stole his money. <br /><br />Over the following ten years Carleton used similar methods to defraud various other men and landlords, often with the aid of her maid. Some of the men were too embarrassed to reveal they had been duped. She was many times accused of theft but was jailed only briefly. <br /><br />She was once arrested after stealing a silver tankard, and was sentenced to penal transportation and sent to Jamaica. However, after two years she returned to London, again pretending to be a rich heiress and married an apothecary at Westminster. Naturally, she stole his money and left him. <br /><br />In December 1672 Carleton was captured when a man who was searching for stolen loot recognized her. On 16 January 1673 she was tried in the Old Bailey. Because she had returned from penal transportation without permission, she received a sentence of death. She was executed by hanging on 22 January. <br /><br />In 1673 Francis Kirkman wrote, and issued under his own name, The Counterfeit Lady Unveiled, a fictional autobiography. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Printed for Philip Brooksby near the Hospital-gate in West-smith-field. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. returning from penal transportation without permission Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 30 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a10bde515ebc16794f20ce3ea3543094.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburgh C.20.f.9.35; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30388/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30388</a> Subtitle Being a Sonnet upon the merry life and untimely death of Mistriss Mary Carlton, commonly called THE German Princess. To a new Tune, called the German Princess adieu. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Some Luck Some Wit English Female hanging returning from penal transportation without permission https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/67e746d1c35e23bb48ffacab239930e5.jpg 1912aae5d4c51c3bdc0b58bd48e1bfe7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>State and Ambition</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for J. Dean Bookseller in Cranborn-Street, near Newport-House, / in Leicester-Fields. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data Reference: State and Ambition (Simpson 1966, pp. 683-5) Date tune first appeared: 1683 Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Bridgewater, HEH 134748; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32148/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32148</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/67e746d1c35e23bb48ffacab239930e5.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle He being Condemned for HIGH-TREASON, and Conspiring the Death of the KING and the DUKE, and subverting the Government of these three Kingdoms A SONG. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sr. Thomas Armstrongs Last Farewell to the VVORLD: drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/211c180a5d66e252c8cfe010da0e1457.jpg 7fc5b0379f436bd957e9002a28f227e2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics G Od prosper long the Just and Good, our lives and safetys all, A woful Frollick once there did in Alisbury befall. All in the Land of Buckingham a set of Robbers dwell, As they that on the Forrest-sides of Whittledown can tell. For neither Sheep, nor Cows, nor Colts, nor Deer, nor Pigs, nor Fowl, Can e're escape their filtching hands, but some of all are stole. Nay, Butchers that to Market go, with honest minds, to sell Their Goods, cannot with safety thence return Home where they dwell. For Rogues, all night, the narrow Lanes beset, and block the Gates, And when Men stop to open them, they strike them in their Pates. Knock'd down a Butcher fell from Horse, all stun'd in dirt and gore, And then they rob'd his pockets clear of what he had in Store. Some bloody Rogues (full bad as these) took worser things in hand, To Kill and Murther all they Robb'd, although they yield to stand. With such was fill'd the Alisbury Goal, this Sizes Ninety Three, A Knot of such Notorious Rogues you well can never see. A Nd that their number might be full of Rogues of every size, A Pick-pocket in face of Court, of a Juror made a prize. With him seven more were then condemn'd, all Rogues as bad as he, To take their leaves of all the World upon the Gallows Tree. But mark my friends what now I say, and hark to this sad Ditty, These Villains after Sentence past, had on themselves no pitty. For, being sent from Bar to Goal, some fell to Drink and Swear, When one would think that at that time, they should have fell to Prayer. But they who serve the Devil long in vile and wicked ways, To Goalers and the Hang-man too are great and certain Preys. And when they're under locks and keys, and chains and fetters sure, Them to repent the Devil stops, for that he can't endure. But puts them off to rant and drink, damn and curse, and swagger, To play at Cards and Dices too and all things that are badder. And when they mony want, they sell their lives and bodys too, A Story like was never read in Books both old and new. For when that Summers in the Goal, there could not sell his Soul, For none would bid him mony for't, it was so black and foul. He then stood up and put to Sale his body all alive, For to be had, when it was hang'd, for shillings three and five. A Surgeon then to encrease his skill, in bodies to Disect, In Goal did come and there did buy his body all compleat. The price he paid were Shillings eight, for more it was not worth, Unless it better prov'd when that to Hanging it came forth. No sooner was the money paid, and put in Summers hands, But straight he drank it out in wine, until he could not stand. O fye on such that thus purpose their souls and bodys too! Who first live bad and then dye worse, when they bid all adieu. Such souls must to the Devil go, but bodies not to grave, Who sell their bodys, that for wine some money they may have. May all bad people warning take, from this ungodly wretch, For lost their soul and bodes are, if they like him shall stretch. And now the Saying is fullfill'd, which in most mouths is rife, He sold himself, and spent it all before he lost his life. Tho' Heraclitus Ridens is unknown, and hardly seen with eyes, Yet wise men say, it must be he that laughs until he crys. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1694 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad While in jail, a highway robber sells his body to a surgeon for dissection after his execution, and then spends the money on wine. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Alisbury, Buckinghamshire Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/211c180a5d66e252c8cfe010da0e1457.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.198; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20812/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20812</a> Subtitle Shewing, How he was Condemned (this last Lent Assizes, 1693 / 4. at Alisbury) for a Highway-Man. And how he sold his body, in Goal, for eight shillings to a Surgeon, to be made an Anatomy of after it was hang'd, and how he drank the money all out in Wine before he went to be Executed. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Summers his Frolick. English hanging highway robbery Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/77113ea8d496f873e01502c37229fe70.jpg 3b53a3c6cbaf3693fb9f279ec33a3d65 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/859de1edbc8aa135a73fd5a0ef048111.mp3 4020ae1bf2311f5ce3bb197bc60727ae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Araignement of John Flodder - mp3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics BRave Windham late, whom Fortune did adorne, With Buildings fayre, & fresh as Sommers morne: To coale-blacke Ashes now, quite burned downe, May sorrowing say, I was a gallant Towne. Yea all my state and glory is put by, For mourning on the ground my Buildings lye: My Goods consum'd, my Dwellers brought full low, Which now goe wandring up and downe in woe. Three hundred dwelling Houses of account, Which did to fourtie thousand pounds amount, Are all consumd and wasted quite away, And nothing left, but ruine and decay. Woe worth the causers of this blacke misdeed, That makes a thousand hearts with sorrow bleed: A thousand hearts with wringing hands may say, In Windham towne this was a wofull day. The deed was done by such unhallowed hands, Whose rigour card not for a thousand Lands, The Earth it selfe, if that it flam'd with fier, Were as these damned harlets did desier. One Flodder and his cursed wife, were those, Which wrought this famous towne these sodaine woes: Confederate with one Bickes wife; which three, Unto this cursed action did agree. As Rogues and Beggars wandring up and downe, They went to seeke reliefe from towne to towne: And lived by the usage of bace sinne, As custome trayneth all such livers in. [?] sure the Divell or else some Feend of his, [?] aved them unto this foule amisse, With Fire to wast so brave a Market towne, That florisht faire, with Riches and Renowne. A Fier that was devised of the Divell, A Fier of all the worst, and worse then evill: Wilde fier it was, that could not quenched bee, A Ball thereof [la]y kindling secretly, Within an Eaves, not seene of any man, A Match gave fier, and so it first began: In Service time, when people were at Prayers, As God required, and not on worldly cares. A time that such a chaunce could hardly bee Prevented by mans helpe, as man might see: For on a sodaine kindled so the flame, That mazed people could not quench the same. Within two howers the towne was burned quite, And much good Wealth therin consumd outright: The Free-schoole house, with many a gallant Hall With Aged people, and poore Children small. Such woes were never seene in any place, Nor never men remaind in heavier case: Strange doubts were made how first the fire begun That hath so many good mens states undone. At last this Flodder, with his wandring Mates, Which daily beg'd for food at rich mens Gates, Examined were, where soone their guiltie tongues Confest the chiefe occasions of these wronges. And so with hearts bespotted with blacke shame, They were araigned, and judged for the same, To suffer death, a recompence to make, For this offence, they thus did undertake. The Second part of the Araignement of Flodder and his wife etc. To the same tune. ANd when their day of death drew neere at hand, According to the Judges just commaund, Before ten thousand peoples wondring eyes, This Flodder like a damned monster dyes, A selfe-wild Papist, of a stubborne heart, That would but small submission from him part: But boldly died as though he had done well, And not been guiltie of this fact of Hell. His hated body still on Earth remaines, (A shame unto his kin) hangd up in Chaines: And must at all no other Buriall have, But Crowes & Ravens mawes to make his grave But Bicks his wife in signe of penitence, With weeping teares bewayled her offence: And at her death, confest with grieved minde, This deed beyond the reach of Woman-kind. And how most leawdly she had lived long, A shamefull life, in doing deeds of wrong: And trode the steps of Whoredome day by day, Accounting sinne and shame, the better way. And how that shee, was will'd to put her hope At last, to have a Pardone from the Pope For all her sinnes: for which, she did repent, And sayd, no Pope, but Christ was her content. And as for Flodders wife, the chiefe herein, And damded leader to this wilfull sinne, Being bigg with child, reprived was therefore, To give that life, which in her Wombe she bore. But having now deliverance of her Child, All further hopes of life, are quite exild. Yet hope of life, hath made her now confesse, The Townes proceeding dangers and distresse. And how the rest should all have burned beene, So with a second Fire to waste it cleane: And how the Husband of the woman dead, Had given consent to have this mischiefe spread. Likewise one Hicks, a fellow of good age, She sayd, his credite and his word did gage, To be a furtherer to this damned deed, That now hath made a thousand hearts to bleed. But let no such accursed wretch as this, The course of Law and Justice looke to misse: But with repentance true prepare for death, As most unworthy of a minuts breath. And now let Englands Townes both farre & neere With wisedome still prevent like chance, & feare, And weed away from every place and Cittie, Such idle Drones, you cherish with your pittie. Yet in your hearts let Charitie remaine, And freely give, to buyld this Towne againe. And in your Prayers desire the Lord of heaven, That bountious guiftes may thereunto be given. Our royall King, with good and gracious hand, Have graunted them, the bounties of our Land: In every Church that gathering there may bee, As by his Letter patents we may see. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1615 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad After the town of Windham, Norfolk, is burned, three people are convicted of arson: John Flodder and his wife, and a Mrs. Bicks, all known vagrants. Bicks repents before her execution, but Flodder is unrepentant. He is hung in chains, while his wife is given a temporary reprieve due to pregnancy. Because of this, she confesses that a second fire was planned and that Bicks' husband was party to the plan. The audience is advised to exile beggars and vagrants from their towns. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprinted at London for John Trundle, dwel- ling in Barbican at the signe of the No body. The names in the Kings Letters Pattents, to gather up the mony, are these following. John Moore. Steven Agas. Robert Carre. John Doffeelde. William Horsnell. Esa Freeman. Robert Agas. William Rowse. The Countries and Cities, graunted for these men to gather in, are these following. London and Westminster: Middlesex, Essex, Kent, Hartford, Surry, and Sussex: with the Cities of Canterburie, Rochester, and the Cinque Ports, with the Citie of Chester. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. arson Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/77113ea8d496f873e01502c37229fe70.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="550"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/859de1edbc8aa135a73fd5a0ef048111.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads Pepys 1.130-131r; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20056/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20056</a> Subtitle at Norwidge, with the wife of one Bicks, for burning the Towne of Windham in Norfolke, upon the xi. day of June last 1615. Where two of them are now executed, and the third reprived upon further confession. To the tune of Fortune my foe. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Araignement of John Flodder and his wife, arson Audio recording Female hanging in chains Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/89ffb8007f1c3e5db105729f6136db14.jpg b722650de632b13493febd37d225e6e2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1173">The Rich Merchant Man</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The Arrainement condemnation and execution of the grand [cutpurse] John Selman who was executed at White-hall uppon Twesday the seventh of Jaunary. 1612 To the tune of a rich Marchant man. HOw happy is that man. that in his b[r]east doth beare: A [...]st heart and in his heart, a perfect godly feare. A man so blest I say, can no discomfort have, He shall not ta[s]t a shamefull death, to fi[l]l a [t]im[e]less[e] grave. Could I of this before. have well and wisely thought: I would not have imbracd the course this wamefull death hath brought. But all my mind was then, on ydle wicked waies. To shift to gull, to cog and cheate, and so I spent my dayes. A multitude of thoughts, as black as hell it selfe, The Divell put into my heart, to compasse worldly pelfe. And many waies I used, both wicked base and foule, [S]till mindfull of my body still, unmindfull of my soule. In silke and velvets faire, I sometime us'd to goe: As I had used the Marchants trade, forsuch I was in shew. And at the worst I went, like one of good degree, And often used to change my sutes. as needfull I should see. So still I leap'd untouch't, till this presumptuous crime, This mounting sinne for that reveng up to the Heavens did clime, Upon the blessed day, we celebrate the birth, O'th deere Redeemer of us all. with joy and Godlymirth: Within the house of God, and at the sacred houre, O'th blest commanion I was touched, with Sathans damning power, In presence of the King, Whose majesty might make, A[w]fil intending wre[t]ch like me, to staggar faint and quake. This mischiefe vile I did, I pickt a pocket there, Nor sacred person time nor place, could make me faintly feare, When all were at their prayers, and exercise divine, I pryed about to get my prey, this divelish prey of mine, With hands and eyes to heaven, all did in reverence stand: While I in mischife used mine eye, and my accursed hand, Now was my mischiefe ripe. my villanyes full growne, And now the God in secret knew it. did make it open knowne. I could not shift it heere, n[y]r no denyall stond: For all hhe purse was newly tooke, twas taken in my hand, And heere I stand to pay, the price of that offence, God grant no christian after me, may such an act commence. I pray my fault may s[...] [e]xample to you all Tha[t] [t]housand soules [...] that thus hath mad[e] So praying all may pr[...] for mercy to my God I yeeld to death and pa[...] indure this heavy t[...] The names of his [...] Commision[...] William Lord Kno[...] mas Vavasor, Sir F[...] Sir Arthur Gorge, [...] nister, and others o[...] Cloth. Sir Edmund [...] Robert Leighe & M[...] Gerrard. The names of the gran[...] William Lancaster, E[...] John Bull, Gentlema[n] William Yates Yeo[man] Rebert Powlstone Ye[oman] Anthony Barklet, Yeo[man] George Cordall, Yeo[man] William Carter, Yeo[man] John Browne, Yeoma[n] John wonnam, Yeom[an] Edward Blacgrave, [...] Edward Beake, Yeom[an] Richard Langley, Yeo[man] Thomas Gawen, Yeo[man] Richard Gregory, Yeo[man] Roger Terry, Yeoman Edward Kiffin, Yeoma[n] John Whitlocke, Yeo[man] Richard Dyar, Yeoma[n] FINIS Quoth Henry S[mith] The Captaine Cut-purse. A new Ballad shewing the most notorious abuse of life of John Selman, who for cutting a purse in the Kings Chapell at White Hall on Christ- mas day was executed neere Charing crosse. To a new tune. THat men may feare the Acts, opugnant are to truth: I will anothamize the course, of lusty Selmans youth. His courses lewd and naught, the certaine path of death: As in himselfe you well may see, who for them lost his breath. All labor he cast off, and all religious awe: To ireligious actions bent, making his will [...] law: All company he us'd. that was prophane and nought, And with them all the Arts of sinne, he practized and wrought. With drunkerds hee'd carowse, the wicked healths they use, And so, (his understanding drown'd) would friend and foe abuse. As drunkerds use to doe, the act is too too bad: There is smal difference twixt a man thats drunke and one thats mad. For both's but want of sence, which both a like do lacke: And Godly unverstanding lost, the soule must needs to wracke. To this the killing sinne, of lust he would annex: And with a boyling blood pursue, the sinne o'th female sex. Counting their hell is heaven, dallying with their imbrace: Inchanted with his harlots lippe, dyed locke and painted face. with them hee'd revell rout, the houres of day and night: Counting their pleasures all his jo[y] their sport his best delight, And thus will he consume, the substance that his friends: Had to him given to be imployed, to good and thrifty ends. His stocke on strumpets vile, thus wasted and decaide: To keepe the flush of pleasure still: he fell tot'h cheaters trade. Sometimes with trickes at cards, sometime with cogging Dye: That he of purpose would prepare, to runne too low or hie. If all his wifts and trickes, would not prevaile to winne: Why there to this hee'd adde a worse and more presumptuous sinne. Hee'd get it out by oathes, sweare and forsweare apace: Without all feare of heaven or hell, or any thought of grace. Thus doth one sinne (like waves) runne on anothers necke: Unlesse (by grace) we can at first, our sinfull nature checke. And yet he stayed not heere, but prog[rest to] his sinnes: To fellony [in] [bases]t kind, anothers [right to] winne. In change of [gallant] suites, with all the t[...]s belongs: Unto the cunning cutpurse craft, hee'd follow crowds and throngs. There sometime cut a purse, sometime a pocket picke: In doing both he was a man, knowne very apt and quicke. All cheaters cutpurses, and pickpurses he knew: And was as some report of him, the Captaine of that crew: But for this sinne on earth, he payed the bitter price: God grant by his example all, may learne to fly his vice. FINIS. Henry Smith. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1612 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=3hJLeLHjh-YC&amp;pg=PA670&amp;lpg=PA670&amp;dq=john+selman+cutpurse&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=_-LTenyPzI&amp;sig=Gk3qXAD0ZKmEqvzw8T3avPuaz34&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=A6l6TqTDIMuYiAfspZk2&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false" target="_blank">Book of Days: A Miscellany of Popular Antiquities in Connection With the Calendar</a> Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. theft, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Whitehall Composer of Ballad Henry Smith Tune Data <strong>Part 1:</strong> <em>The Rich Merchant Man</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 602-604) <br /><strong>Part 2:</strong> A new tune <br /><strong>Date tune first appeared:</strong> 1594 - ballad called <em>Rich Merchant Man</em> registered by Thomas Deloney Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.130-131v; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20057/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20057</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/89ffb8007f1c3e5db105729f6136db14.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="550"></iframe> Subtitle who was executed at White-hall vppon Twesday the seuenth of Ianuary. 1612. To the tune of a rich Merchant man. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Arrainement condemnation and execution of the grand [cutpurse] Iohn Selman hanging Male robbery theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3ed0d4bc889b5138e7f54c2d90e36798.jpg 59144c9a3f1f54e01cf76cfc764c46c4 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2657a1ab6e2657f87d84f2d6f08ce2de.jpg d0be62589839253654b585fb01414347 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. Oh, see the fleet-foot hosts of men who speed with faces wan, From farmstead and from thresher's cot along the banks of Ban. They come with vengeance in their eyes; too late, too late are they, For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 2. Oh Ireland, Mother Ireland, you love them still the best, The fearless brave who fighting fall upon your hapless breast. But never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray, Than he who marches to his fate on the bridge of Toome today. 3. Up the narrow street he stepped, so smiling, proud and young, About the hemp-rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung; There's ne'er a tear in his blue eyes, fearless and brave are they, As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 4. When last this narrow street he trod, his shining pike in hand, Behind him marched, in grim array, a earnest stalwart band. To Antrim town! To Antrim town, he led them to the fray, But young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 5. The grey coat and its sash of green were brave and stainless then, A banner flashed beneath the sun over the marching men; The coat hath many a rent this noon, the sash is torn away, And Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 6. Oh, how his pike flashed in the sun! Then found a foeman's heart, Through furious fight, and heavy odds he bore a true man's part. And many a red-coat bit the dust before his keen pike-play, But Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 7. There's never a one of all your dead more bravely died in fray Than he who marches to his fate in Toomebridge town today; True to the last! True to the last, he treads the upwards way, And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1898 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Irish ballad about United Irishman and outlaw Roddy McCorley, written for the 100th anniversary of the United Irishmen rebellion in Ireland, by Ethna Carbery Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Toome Bridge Composer of Ballad Ethna Carbery Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roddy_McCorley" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Roddy McCorley (died 28 February 1800) was an Irish nationalist from the civil parish of Duneane, County Antrim, modern day Northern Ireland. Following the publication of the Ethna Carbery poem bearing his name in 1902, where he is associated with events around the Battle of Antrim, he is alleged to have been a member of the United Irishmen and claimed as a participant in their rebellion of 1798. <br /><br />Roddy McCorley was the son of a miller and was born near Toome in the parish of Duneane, County Antrim. A few years before the 1798 rebellion McCorley's father is believed to have been executed for stealing sheep. These charges may have been politically motivated in an attempt to remove a troublesome agitator at a time of great social unrest. Following his father's execution, his family were evicted from their home. <br /><br />There is uncertainty as to whether McCorley was actually actively involved with the predominantly Presbyterian United Irishmen or the predominantly Catholic Defenders. McCorley's role in the 1798 rebellion itself is unrecorded. In a poem written 100 years after the rebellion by Ethna Carbery, he is claimed to have been one of the leaders of the United Irishmen at the Battle of Antrim, however there is no contemporary documentary evidence to support this claim or prove that he was even active in the rebellion. <br /><br />After the rebellion, McCorley joined a notorious outlaw gang known as Archer's Gang, made up of former rebels and led by Thomas Archer.Some of these men had been British soldiers (members of the Irish militia) who changed sides in the conflict, and as such were guilty of treason and thus exempt from the terms of amnesty offered to the rank and file of the United Irishmen.This meant that they were always on the run in an attempt to evade capture. This "quasi-rebel" group were claimed to have attacked loyalists and participated in common crime. It is believed that McCorley was caught whilst in hiding, having been betrayed by an informer. <br /><br />After McCorley was arrested he was tried by court martial in Ballymena on 20 February 1800 and sentenced to be hanged "near the Bridge of Toome", in the parish of Duneane. His execution occurred on 28 February 1800. This bridge had been partially destroyed by rebels in 1798 to prevent the arrival of loyalist reinforcements from west of the River Bann. <br /><br />His body was then dismembered and buried under the gallows, on the main Antrim to Derry road. A letter published in the Belfast Newsletter a few days after McCorley's execution gave an account of the execution and how McCorley was viewed by some. In it he is called Roger McCorley, which may be his proper Christian name. <br /><br />“Upon Friday last, a most awful procession took place here, namely the execution of Roger McCorley who was lately convicted at a court-martial, to the place of execution, Toome Bridge, the unfortunate man having been born in that neighbourhood. <br />As a warning to others, it is proper to observe that the whole of his life was devoted to disorderly proceedings of every kind, for many years past, scarcely a Quarter-sessions occurred but what the name of Roger McCorley appeared in a variety of criminal cases. <br />His body was given up to dissection and afterwards buried under the gallows…thus of late we have got rid of six of those nefarious wretches who have kept this neighbourhood in the greatest misery for some time past, namely, Stewart, Dunn, Ryan, McCorley, Caskey and the notorious Dr. Linn. The noted Archer will soon be in our Guard-room.” <br /><br />In 1852, McCorley's alleged nephew Hugh McCorley was appointed foreman of construction of a new bridge across the River Bann at Toome. Hugh made plans to recover his uncle's body and on 29 June 1852, buried him in an unmarked grave at Duneane parish graveyard. <br /><br />His great-grandson, Roger McCorley, was an officer in the Irish Republican Army in the Irish War of Independence (1919–1921). Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. The melody for Roddy McCorley was later used in the song, Sean South from Garryowen, which tells the story of a failed IRA attack on a Royal Ulster Constabulary Barracks in County Fermanagh in 1957. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3ed0d4bc889b5138e7f54c2d90e36798.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="600"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Ballad of Roddy McCorley English hanging Male treason Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A lonely wave is breaking on the rocky Antrim shore And the sighing winds are a keening oe'r the water's solemn roar The seabirds sweep to Heaven with a loud and piercing wail 'Tis the passing knell of one who dies in a lonely English jail Along the sweltering Congo swamps, a ghastly silence falls And the jungle trees hang lifeless like a thousand funeral palls And dark-skinned men are heavy with a fear they cannot name While their gentle friend is lead to death with mockery and shame Ah, lordly Roger Casement you gave all a man could give that Justice be unmocked at and that liberty might live But you hurt the high and mighty ones in pocket and in pride And that is why they hated you and that is why you died They stripped you of your honours and they hounded you to death And their blood lust was not sated when you gasped your dying breath They tried to foul your memory as they fouled your corpse with lime But God is not an Englishman and truth will tell with time Ah, gentle Roger Casement you have blessed us in your death They have tried to blot you from our minds, but we shall not forget Your cause will be triumphant and when slavery's night is oe'r Your bones shall rest, your last request, on your rocky native shore Language Language ballad is printed in English URL <a href="http://www.eirefirst.com/r.html#r004d" target="_blank">Ireland First! Irish Song Lyrics</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Ballad of Roger Casement English https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b67030bba1f5eef6a5a8bf284545a027.jpg b06579927109d713d326e1b8e87f36de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOUNG men and maidens all give ear, Unto what I shall now relate; O mark you well, and you shall hear, Of my unhappy fate: Near unto famous Oxford town, I first did draw my breath, Oh! that I had been cast away, In an un[t]imely birth. My tender parents brought me up, Provided for me well. And in the town of Witt[a]m then, They placd me in a mill. By chance upon an Oxford lass, I cast a wanton eye, And promisd I would marry her, If she would with me lie But to the world I do declare, With sorrow, grief and woe, This folly brought us in a snare, And wrought our overthrow. For the damsel came to me, and said, By you I am with child: I hope, dear John, youll marry me, For you have me defild. Soon after that, her mother came, As you shall understand, And oftentimes did me persuade, To wed her out of hand. And thus perplexd on every side, I could no comfort find, So for to make away with her, A thought came in my mind. About a month from Christmas then, Oh! cursed be the day, The devil then did me persuade, To take her life away. I calld her from her sisters door, At eight oclock at night, Poor creature she did little dream, I ow'd her any spite. I told her, if shed walk with me, A side a little way, We both together would agree, About our wedding day. Thus I deluded her again, Into a private place, Then took a stick out of the hedge, And struck her in the face. But she fell on her bended knee, And did for mercy cry, For heaven sake dont murder me, I am not fit to die. But I on her no pity took, But wounded her full sore, Until her Life away I took, Which I can neer restore. With many grievous shrieks and cries, She did resign her breath, And in inhuman barbarous sort, I put my love to death. And then I took her by the hair, To cover this foul sin, And draggd her to the river side, And threw her Body in. Thus in the blood of innocence, My hands were deeply dyd, And shined in her purple gore, That should have been my bride. Then home unto my mill I ran, But sorely was amazd, My man he thought I had mischief done, And strangely on me gazd. Oh! whats the matter then said he, You look as pale as death, What makes you shake and tremble so, As though you had lost your breath. How came you by that blood upon, Your trembling hands and cloaths? I presently to him replyd, By bleeding at the nose. I wishfully upon him lookd, But little to him said, But snatchd the candle from his hand, And went unto my bed. Where I lay trembling all the night, For I could take no rest, And perfect flames of hell did flash, Within my guilty face. Next day the damsel being missd, And no where to be found; Then I was apprehended soon, And to the Assizes bound. Her sister did against me swear, She reason had no doubt, That I had made away with her, Because I calld her out. But Satan did me still perswade, I stiffly should deny, Quoth he, there is no witness can, Against thee testif[y]. Now when her mother she did cry, I scoffingly did say, On purpose then to frighten me, She sent her child away. I publishd in the post boy then, My wickedness to blind, Five Guineas any one should have, That could her body find. But Heaven had a watchful eye, And brought it so about, That though I stiffly did deny, This murder would come out. The very day before the assize, Her body it was found, Floating before her Fathers door, At Henly Ferry Town. So I the second time was seizd, To Oxford brought with speed, And there examined again, About the bloody deed. Now the coroner and jury both, Together did agree, That this damsel was made away, And murdered by me. The justice he perceivd the guilt, No longer would take bail: But the next morning I was sent, Away to Reading Goal. When I was brought before the judge, My man did testify, That blood upon my hands and cloaths, That night he did espy. The judge he told the jury then, The circumstance is plain, Look on the prisoner at the bar, He hath this creature slain. About the murder at the first, The jury did divide, But when they brought their verdict, All of them guilty cryd. The jailor took and bound me strait, As soon as I was cast; And then within the prison strong, He there did lay me fast. With fetters strong then I was bound, And shin bolted was I, Yet I the murder would not own, But still did it deny. My father did on me prevail, My kindred all likewise, To own the murder which I did, To them with watery eyes. My father he then did me blame, Saying, my son, oh ! why, Have you thus brought yourself to shame, And all your family; Father, I own the crime I did, I guilty am indeed, Which cruel fact I now confess, Doth make my heart to bleed. The worst of deaths I do deserve, My crime it is so base, For I, no mercy shewd to her, Most wretched is my case. Lord grant me grace while I do stay, That I may now repent, Before I from this wicked world, Most shamefully am sent. Young men take warning by my fall, All filthy lust defy; By giving way to wickedness, Alas! this day I die. Lord wash my hateful Sins away, Which have been manifold, Have mercy on me I thee pray, And Christ receive my soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1756-1790 ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed and Sold at Sympsons Printing Office, in Stonecutter-street, Fleet Market. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Reading Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.802-803, 3.802-803; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31475/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31475</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b67030bba1f5eef6a5a8bf284545a027.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Subtitle OR THE WITTAM MILLER, With an Account of his Murdering his Sweetheart. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The BERKSHIRE Tragedy, hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f0c4c90a45344232a39a906fe4c0373a.jpg ba80511ced9e15e59ac57927a7c46818 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1175">Bleeding heart</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics What horrid execrable Crimes, Possess us in these latter Times; Not Pestilence, nor Sword, nor Fire, Will make us from our Sins retyre. Two sad Relations that befel Us in this Month, I shall you tell, As dismal dreadful Deeds they be, As ever you did hear or see. One was the Murther of a Wife, By wrathful Hand, and bloody Knife; T'other declares those that defil'd, The Virgin body of a Child. A Butcher, as we understand, Liv'd near the May-pole in the Strand; Nathaniel Smith, who lost his life, For the sad slaughter of his wife. After so many years their hands, Had been conjoyn'd in wedlock bands, Whereby came many Children small, One wretched hour confounds them all. This Butchers Wife did keep a Seat I'th Market-place to sell her Meat; And was by all report that's made, A careful house-wife in the Trade. One fatal Evening being come, From Market, to her latest home, She and her Husband both went then, To a Victualling-house and staid till ten. The second part, to the same tune. Then went together home, where when A little season they had been; He in a bold imperious way, Demands the Coin she took that day. She being with Child, and fretful too, What he commands she would not do; Which, with his drink begat a rage, Nothing but Murther could asswage. Words made his passion mount up higher She was the bellows, he the fire: Words are but wind, buy yet they do, Pierce through the Soul and Body too. The Devil had subdued him there, And whisper'd Murther in his ear; Which he impatient of delay, Doth perpetrate the readiest way. With a strong long sharp-poynted knife, Into the back he stabs his wife: Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone, With one dead-doing blow is gone. She faltred, fainted, fell down dead, Upon the ground her bloud was shed; The little Infant in the womb Received there both Life and Tomb. Then was he Apprehended, by Some Neighbours that did hear her cry But Murther, murther, and for this, He judgd and Executed is. Let this a warning be to those, Whose Passions are their greatest Foes: And let all Women have a care, To stir those that impatient are. Ten angry words with wrath and knife, Has kil'd a husband and a Wife; An Infant too, which makes up Three, And ruin'd a whole family. But mischiefs seldome come alone, My Muse hath yet another Groan; A sigh, a tear, and much of moan, To tell a Deed but lately done. There was one Mary, a grand Bawd, That liv'd by Lechery and Fraud; Assisted by her Daughter Bess, Did keep a house of wickedness. They liv'd at Westminster, where they, Many a Virgin did betray: Those wicked actions made them rue, This fact they did, which I'le tell you. It seems a fellow thither came, To pacifie his lustful flame; Having a fire of Drink before, Came to be quenched by a Whore. They being destitute, did meet, A Neighbours Daughter in the street; A pretty Child, and as 'tis told, By many, but of Ten years old. Yet she is tempted in by them, To serve their turn in that extream, And then deliver'd up to One, Was more a Devil than a Man. Unto this weak unwary Child, That was unfit to be defil'd; In order to their base Design, They give it Brandy, Ale, and Wine. Their hot Guest for a Wench doth call, They brought him One, but very small; It serv'd his turn, and he did fly, At his small Game, they standing by, The Child resisted and cryed out, The old Bawd choak'd her with a Clout Stop'd in the mouth; the Fellow spoil'd, With furious lust the fainting Child. The Fellow having Ravished, This tender Child, away he fled: But what he was, or who, is known Not as I hear, to any one. The two that held, and stopt her breath, Most justly now have suffer'd Death; Such pitty 'tis that he is free'd, By flight, that did the filthy Deed. Thus have I told you Two sad Crime, Committed in these worst of Times; Let all that hear me now, by this, Take warning not to do amiss. Return to God, reform your Lives, Men be not bitter to your wives: Wives love you Husbands, for bad words Have drawn a hundred thousand swords. Let Love and Patience both agree, To keep us all in Amity; Then all our bloody Broyls will cease, God save the King, and send us Peace. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1667 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad 2 stories: one of domestic violence ending in murder, the other of the rape of a child with two women as accessories. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed by E. Crowch, for F. Coles, / T. Vere, and J. Wright. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, rape Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Image / Audio Credit Glasgow University Library - Euing, Shelfmark: Euing Ballads 20; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31663/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31663</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f0c4c90a45344232a39a906fe4c0373a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="450"></iframe> Subtitle Exprest in a woful Narrative of one Nathaniel Smith a Butcher, who lived in Maypole-Alley near the Strand; his Wife having been all day in the Market selling of Meat, in the evening went with her Husband to an Alehouse, where they stay'd till ten of the clock. and then went home together, and being in their lodging, demanded of her the Money she had taken that day, but she (being great with child and peevish) refused to give it him, he taking his Butchers-knife in his hand stabb'd her in the back, whereof she instantly dyed, for which he was Apprehended, Condemned, and Executed at Tyburn, April the 24th. 1667. As also another Relation of a Ravisher, who in a Bawdy-house (assisted by two Women) ravished a Girle. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bloody Butcher, And the two wicked and cruel Bawds: Female hanging Male murder rape https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/aacf73bc515d9220a7f7bdd613ae7528.jpg 8a9aae772566777b42b495f09b3c595a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6bb6aff824b7d5478784bc5c78ecb05d.mp3 fed09bef195fb2e0a55b360c094b953c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my Foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALl you that come to see my fatal end, Unto my dying words I pray attend; Let my misfortunes now a warning be To e'ry one of high and low degree. Had I been kind and loving to my Wife, I might have liv'd a long and happy life; But having run a loose lascivious race, My days will end in shame and sad disgrace. My Duty towards God I did neglect, Therefore what mercy can I now expect; When I before the mighty Judge appear, To answer for my sins committed here. In wicked pleasures I my days have spent, And never had the Power to Repent, Till now at last my dismal doom I see, The just reward of Cruel Villany Here to the World I solemnly declare, I seldom did frequent the House of Prayer, But Harlots Houses and Carousing too, And now I see what it has brought me to. Upon a Sabbath day it happen'd so, To mrs. Bartletts House I chanc'd to go. One that did live by base Debauchery, And this has prov'd a fatal day to me. I entred in, and sat me down a while, Then came the Harlot with a pleasing smile, Invited me streight to an upper Room, Where we in sin the Sabbath did consume. The Glass with Sider then went freely round, Nay, Mum likewise in plenty did abound, And Cherry-brandy too, we drank beside, 'Till all my Senses they were stupyfied I finding this, I fain would gone my way, But Bartlett she intreated me to stay; And further to oblige me, said that I All night between her Nurse and she should lye. But I despis'd the profer which she made, Then calling to her Nurse and likewise said, Go fetch one gill of Cherry-brandy more, This done, then I'll hasten out of door? Then I did take in hand a bloody Knife, With which I soon bereaved her of life, For why, I cut her throat immediately, Thus Drunk I sent her to Eternity. This done, the Nurse I strove to kill, But Heaven would not let me have my will, I soon was seiz'd, and unto Justice brought, And this has now my sad destruction wrought. In Sodoms sins, you know her days she spent, Yet this can be no proper Argument, That I should thus her bloody Butcher be, Therefore I suffer for my Villany. My loving Wife, a Thousand times farewel, Thy sorrows here no Tongue or Pen can tell Yet God above I hope will still provide, For thee and all thy little ones beside. O let me be a warning to you all, That comes this day to see my dismal fall, Serve ye the Lord and shun all evil ways, And by that means you may prolong your days, Lord tho' my sins are of a scarlet dye, Yet let my Prayers come up to thee on High. My supplications unto thee I'll make Oh save my soul e'en for thy mercies [sake.] Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1691 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad James Selbee goes to see a prostitute, Mrs. Barlett, and in a drunken state, stabs her to death. He tries to murder her nurse but fails and is arrested and convicted. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Goodman's fields Tune Data <em>Fortune my Foe</em>, also known as, <em>Aim not too High</em> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.200; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20814/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20814</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew.<br /><br /> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/aacf73bc515d9220a7f7bdd613ae7528.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6bb6aff824b7d5478784bc5c78ecb05d.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The Sorrowfull Lamentation of James Selbee, who was Executed at Goodman's-fields, on the 2d of May, for the Murther which he Com-mitted on the Body of MRS. Bartlett. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bloody Murtherer: Audio recording Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a071f62d366af5ea866749cce5fc01e5.mp3 23806da3246ca66760956da6ce69f03c https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/01617e8be95518f90a3d8b069bdc245b.jpg a522d700f98c62ce4dcf1986d15f5de4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GOod People all I pray attend, and mind This Mournful Ditty and you'll quickly find, That cruel Sins does in this Kingdom Reign, Of which we have just reason to Complain. To see how Men run on their wicked Race With eagerness, as being void of Grace; Taking delight in those Notorious Crimes, Which are the cause of our Distracted times. Some Men with wanton Harlots leads their Life, And slights the kind Embraces of a Wife; Till ruin and destruction proves their fate, And then at length Repentance comes too late. As by these Mournful Lines it will appear, John Chambers, living in fair Warwick-shire, And at the Town of Tanworth, I declare, A loose lascivious life he did lead there. Keeping a wanton Harlot Company, But for his loving Wife continually He then abus'd, and likewise hated so. That at the length it prov'd his overthrow. That he those sinful pleasures might enjoy, Alas! he study'd dayly to destroy The Life of his right lawful loving Bride, Unto that end he many methods try'd. As from her Brothers House with him she went, His cruel heart to wickedness was bent; He did attempt to Drown her by the way, Yet Providence preserved her that day. Tho' at this time he could not have his will, His most inraged Malice reigned still; So that he neither night nor day could rest, Making the thoughts of Murder in his breast. Two Soldiers then he labour'd to employ, In this most horrid cruel Villany; Yet tho' he proffer'd them large Money then, They would not be such bloody-minded Men. Tho' he did with these disappointments meet, Yet he was still resolved to compleat This bloody Murther on his loving Wife, And in short space bereave her of her Life. He hir'd then a Servant of his own, Declaring that it never would be known. This said, the Wretch did not disputing stand, But straightways took the Bloody work in hand. Now while they did their Treachery conceal, Poor heart, who was set at her Spinning-Wheel, Free from the thoughts of either dread or fear, Who little knew her Death was drawing near. Servant and Master being both agreed, A Muskuet straight they Charge, and Load with speed; The Servant coming to his harmless Dame, He Shot her through the Body with the same. Just as she had receiv'd the fatal Wound, And languishing, lay sprawling on the ground, Her Husband came for to Salute her then, Like a false wretch, the very worst of Men. But she (alas) refus'd his Judas Kiss, And with her dying voice, she told him this: By Murther now you have procur'd my death, And with those words she yielded up her breath, Master and Man was then to Prison sent, In order for a Lawful Punishment: Nay, likewise when Assizes came at last, They for this Murder was Arraign'd and Cast. Now on the day that he was brought to Dye, The Master call'd to all the standers by; Wishing that they by him might warning take, And all lewd Womens Company forsake. For they alone, alas! has Ruin'd me, And now this day my dismal Doom I see; Had I been kind and loving to my Wife, I might have liv'd a long and happy Life. Farewel the World, and all vain Pleasures here, Good God, when I before thy Throne appear, Altho' my Sins are many, gross and foul, Do thou be merciful, and save my Soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Giltspur/ street, without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tamworth, Warwickshire Tune Data <em>Fortune my foe</em> is also known as <em>Aim not too high</em> (recording is <em>Fortune my foe</em>) Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.169; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20786/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20786</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/01617e8be95518f90a3d8b069bdc245b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="350"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a071f62d366af5ea866749cce5fc01e5.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The Cruelty of John Chambers, who lately lived at Tanworth, in Warwick-shire, and conspir'd the Death of Wife, hiring a Servant to Shoot her with a Musket, which he accordingly did, for which they were both Arraign'd, found Guilty, and Executed for the same. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE Bloody-minded Husband; Audio recording hanging highway robbery Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9d3a734bc1b84b2775f8b3e429bfc868.jpg 6c703c25bf37172e5abc809cd0a4fab3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics THis is a black and gloomy Day, dark Clouds of Grief appear; And all my Joys are fled away, my Soul is wrack'd with Fear: Death with a gastful Countenance, does make me sore afraid, For now I see I soon shall be a just Example made. Alas my kind and loving Wife, whom I sometimes enjoy'd, In cruel sort her dearest Life, my guilty Hands destroy'd: Which Deed has brought me into thrall, the World may me degrade: I am this day before you all a sad Example made. A guilty Conscience now does fly here in this Face of mine; Her Blood does for loud Vengeance cry to God enthron'd on high: Therefore this World I bid adieu, since I her Life betray'd, I am this Day in open view, a just Example made. When I had done this bloody Deed, I was with Grief opprest; My very Heart began to bleed, I could not be at rest, But was tormented still in mind, since I her Life betray'd, And I shall be this day, I find a sad Example made. My lawful Wife, and bosome Friend, whom I had cause to love, I brought to an untimely end: my Crime is far above The greatest Villain in the Land: her Life I have betray'd; For which I shall be out of hand, a just Example made. It is my trying Sins I know, and likewise want of Grace, Which proves my fatal Overthrow, and brought me to this place: My Conscience being stain'd with guilt, to dye I am afraid; I shall be for the Blood I spilt, a just Example made. I did destroy, as well as she, the Infant in her Womb, If God should be severe with me, Eternal Death's my Doom, But gracious Lord be not severe, as I have often pray'd; Let this suffice that I am here a just example made. Who leads a discontented Life, take Warning by my Ill, And live in love like Man and Wife, curbing your Passions still; For fear it proves your Overthrow, as I have often said: In sorrow from this World I go, a just example made. O that my dear beloved Mate, I could recall again; But that Repentance comes too late, my Tears are all in vain: She now lies sleeping in the Dust, whose Life I have betray'd; For which by justice now I must be an example made. This very day the World I leave, therefore some pity take, Good Lord! and here my Soul receive even for thy Mercies sake; And cleanse me from the guilt of Sin for which I oft have pray'd; Let it suffice that I have been a just example made. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1690 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Bissel, at the Hospital Gate in West=smithfield. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9d3a734bc1b84b2775f8b3e429bfc868.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.194; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20809/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20809</a> Subtitle OR, The Unfortunate Wife: Giving a True Account of one WILLIAM TERRY of Derbyshire, within Two Miles of Ashbourn, who murder'd his Wife Jane: For which he receiv'd due Sentance of Death, according to the Cruelty of his Crime. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bloody=minded Husband; English Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8d6865da6d6b54d04b43bc1007109b7d.jpg f3ec2d75bc4cff844d63bc17477836c3 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4dfe0f68a8f483087faedfe8dc645155.mp3 3ca2d6ea20cfbb9b369864758d5fccea Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174"><em>Packington's Pound</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Good people come hither and listen a while, Ile tell you a story shall make you to smile For such a bold project there never was heard, As now in this Ballad shall soon be declard; The Brick-makers they This project did play, The Elventh of August as people do say: Let this be a warning that others take heed; Their court of in-justice will smart for the deed. In Rainy wet weather it was I suppose, When each bonny Brick-maker steeled his nose, They drink their cups round, & do merrily prate Each Brick-maker seemed a Lord in conceit; Whilst thus they Carrouse, And call on the House, One of them his bread and his cheese he did lose And one in the company there he did atackt, As guilty of Fellony for this bold act. They calld him Dick Lambart whom he did accuse, Who, he said, such activity often did use; And there for his life he would have him be tryd A Judge and a Jury this deed should deside; A Court there was calld, The Cryer he bawld And there with his flounder-mouth loudly he yauld. And then on the bench for a judge there set down One in a red wastecoat which servd for a gown. A Judge and a Jury, and Clarks did appear, A Sheriff and also a Hangman was there, The Judge being set and prisoner brought forth The plaintiff be there on a brickbat took oath, that to his great cost Too lately he lost, Some bread & some cheese which he savd for a toast, And that Richard Lambart had taken his peck, Who for it deservd to be noosd by the neck. For this he had sentance by which he was forst To be burnt in the hand with an apple hot roast And afterwards he on that apple must feed, This Sentance he had for his Fellonious deed; But now comes the worst More bad then the first, Poor Richard his fortune it was so accurst; A Witness held forth, and he there did declare, That Richard spoke Treason and he did it hear. He said the Kings drums they did make a great sound But in the midst of them no guts to be found, And that the Kings horses with Iron were shod, And often on dirt and on stones they have trod; That they so were fed With butter and bread, They lost all the Rases what ever was laid: And that the Kings Goshauks had got no more foul Then is in the night-bird thats called an Owl. This was the Indictment on which he was tryd, The Jury was sworn on a Brickbat beside, The Evidence there did make it out plain And Lambart away from the Bar he was tane; Their Jury went out, And brought it about, That Lambart was guilty of Treason no doubt; And then by the Judge he was sentencd, that he, Should hang by the neck on the Tiborn Tree. A Clay cart they got, and a horse int beside, And put Lambart in it, and him fast down tyd, And then unto th Gallows they do him convey, With a Guard of their Officers all on the way, A Brickbat to read, As they did proceed, And then on the Gallows they hangd him indeed: Thus have you heard of the Brick-makers Court, who hang men in earnest, and count it their sport. A Groom of the Kings stables came riding that way, Seeing this rebel rout to them did say, I see youve condemned this man in the Town, But heres a reprieve and he must be cut down: This being done, Away then did run, This Court of In-justice each mothers Son. The Judge and the Hangman was tane in the act And two of the Jury-men since for that fact. This court of In-justice appeared in time At Seshions house there for to answer their crime A hundred pound is laid on each head, Or else due imprisonment till it be paid: In New-gate they are, Remaining in care, Of farther punishment they are in fear: And thus you have heard of the Brick-makers Court Who hang men in earnest & count it their sport. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1672-1696 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A group of bricklayers, after drinking, hold a mock trial (a common enough practice for guild members) for one of their number accused of stealing bread and cheese from another member. He is burned in the hand by a hot apple and then has to eat it. Then someone accuses him of treason and he is taken to be hanged. A groom of the king's stables tells them he is to be cut down and several of the group are arrested and imprisoned at Newgate for their actions. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed for Phillip Brooksby next door to the Ball in West Smithfield. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason (false accusation) Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8d6865da6d6b54d04b43bc1007109b7d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4dfe0f68a8f483087faedfe8dc645155.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit <span>British Library - Roxburghe, C.f.20.8.40; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30185/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30185</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew.<br /><br /></span> Tune Data <em>Packington's Pound</em> is often cited as <em>Digby's Farewell,</em> <em>Packingtons Pound</em> or <em>Amintas' Farewell.</em> The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). Subtitle OR, A true Report of the Indicting, Arraignment, Tryal, and Convicting of four of the Brick-makers Court of In-justice: for the Notorious Riot committed on the Body of one Richard Lambart, Brick-maker of Fullum, who they Arraigned Indicted, and had almost Executed, for some pretended idle words. Their Examination, and Tryal, and Sentence they are to undergoe, exprest as followeth. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Brick-makers Lamentation from New-gate: Audio recording English hanging Male treason (false accusation) https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/805fa3a0365d1e73bb4dce50daf66df5.jpg 27eadc16466e3fa836293df0a377a5af Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Ah! Cruel Bloody Fate! Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I. AH! Cruel Bloody Tom! What canst thou hope for more, Than to receive the Doom Of all they Crimes before? For all they bold Conspiracies Thy Head must pay the score; Thy Cheats and Lies, Thy Box and Dice, Will serve thy turn no more. II. Ungrateful thankless Wretch! How could'st thou hope in vain (Without the reach of Ketch) Thy Treasons to maintain? For Murders long since done and past, Thou Pardons hast had store, And yet would'st still Stab on, and kill, As if thou hop'dst for more. III. Yet Tom, e'r he would starve, More Blood resolv'd to've spilt; Thy flight did only serve To justifie thy Guilt: While They whose harmless Innocence Submit to Chains at home, Are each day freed, While Traytors bleed, And suffer in their room. IV. When Whigs a PLOT did Vote, What Peer Justice fled? In the FANATICK PLOT Tom durst not shew his head. Now Sacred Justice rules above, The Guiltless are set free, And the Napper's napt, And Clapper clapt In his CONSPIRACY. V. Like Cain, thou hast a Mark Or Murder on thy Brow; Remote, and in the dark, Black Guilt did still pursue: Nor England, Holland, France or Spain, The Traytor can defend; He will be found In Fetters bound, To pay for't in the end. VI. Tom might about the Town Have bully'd, huff'd and roar'd, By every Venus known, Been for a Mars ador'd: By friendly Pimping and false Dice Thou might'st have longer liv'd, Hector'd and shamm'd, And swore and gam'd, Hadst thou no Plots contriv'd. VII. Tom once was Cock-a-hoop Of all the Huffs in Town; But now his Pride must stoop, His Courage is pull'd down: So long his Spurs are grown, poor Tom Can neither fly nor fight; Ah Cruel Fate! That at this rate The Squire shou'd foil the Knight! VIII. But now no remedy, It being his just Reward; In his own Trap, you see, The Tygre is ensnar'd; So may all Traytors fare, till all Who for their Guilt did fly, With Bully Tom By timely Doom Like him, unpity'd die. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Sir Thomas Armstrong was implicated in the the Rye House Plot (1683), an alleged Whig conspiracy to assassinate or mount an insurrection against Charles II of England because of his pro-Roman Catholic policies. The plot drew its name from Rye House at Hoddeston, Hertfordshire, near which ran a narrow road where Charles was supposed to be killed as he traveled from a horse meet at Newmarket. After fleeing to Amsterdam Armstrong was kidnapped by the King's agents and brought back to London in chains. After being hung and quartered his head was stuck on a pike at the gates of St. James Palace. It was later judged by Parliament that Sir Thomas had been unjustly executed and his principal accuser was expelled from Parliament. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong>The EXECUTION of SIR THOMAS ARMSTRONG A TRAYTOR AT TYBURN On FRIDAY, the Twentieth of June 1684</strong><br /><br />From <em><a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/49128/49128-0.txt" target="_blank">Curiosities of Street Literature</a>,</em> by Charles Hindley, p.168 <br /><br />The Sheriffs of London and Middlesex, about nine o'clock in the morning, coming to Newgate and demanding their prisoner, he was forthwith delivered to them, and put into a sledge and drawn to the place of execution, attended by a numerous guard, and as great a number of spectators, of all degrees and qualities, as have been seen on such occasions. Tho' he affected an air of courage, yet something of sullenness and reserve appeared in his countenance.<br /><br />He employed the time he was drawing to Tyburn in reading The Whole Duty of Man, till he came within sight of the gallows, and then he laid it by, and with lifted up hands and eyes, addressed himself to Heaven, till he came beneath the tree, where he remained about a quarter of a hour in the sledge; before he ascended the cart that stood ready for him, he desired the Sheriff to admit Dr Tennison to come to him; and having delivered a paper to the Sheriff, the Doctor kneeled down with the prisoner, and prayed with him about a quarter of an hour, during all which time the prisoner preserved a becoming and heroick countenance, little daunted with the terror of that fate he was in view of; but rising from his devotions, be pulled off his cravat and hat, which he gave to his servant who attended him, and had followed him by the sledge-side, when kneeling down himself, he prayed for a short time with fervency and devotion, begging pardon of his God for those manifold and crying sins he had too often been guilty of, and concluded with a resignation of himself to the God of heaven and earth, before whose judgement seat he was forthwith to appear, desiring that the whole world would forgive him, with, with whom he hoped to die in peace and charity. Having thus ended these devotions, he again stood up, and putting of his periwig, he had a white cap delivered to him, which he put on; and being soon tyed up, the chief of his discourse was addressed to a gentleman who stood by him; and after a short space, holding up his hands, he again renewed his prayers; his visage little changing all the time, till the very moment the cart drew away; the Executioner having pulled the cap over his eyes, he continued his prayers all the time, and even whilst he hung he hung, as long as life was in him, and he had the command of his lips; after he had hung about half an hour, and the executioner had divested him of his apparel, he was cut down according to his sentence, his privy members burnt, his head cut off, and shew'd to the people as that of a traitor, his heart and bowels taken out and committed to the flames, and his body quartered into four parts, which with his head, was conveyed back to Newgate, to be disposed of according to His Majesty's pleasure.<br /><br /><br /><strong><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Armstrong_(English_politician)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> </strong>Sir Thomas Armstrong (c. 1633 - 20 June 1684) was an army officer and MP executed for Treason. During the Interregnum he was a supporter of Charles II, participating in the plot to seize Chester Castle in 1655, and carrying funds from Aubrey de Vere, 20th Earl of Oxford to Charles in exile. He was possibly imprisoned for a year on his return. In 1657 he married Catherine niece of Edward Hyde, 1st Earl of Clarendon. <br /><br />Following the Restoration, he received, in February 1661, a commission with the Horse Guards. In August 1675 Armstrong killed the son of one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting at a London theatre. Armstrong was pardoned on the grounds that his opponent had drawn first. <br /><br />Armstrong served with James Scott, 1st Duke of Monmouth in France from 1672, fighting at the Siege of Maastricht (1673) and alongside the Dutch, in 1678. He was wounded at St Denis. In 1679 helped suppress the covenanter rising and fought at the battle at Bothwell Bridge. <br /><br />Monmouth's influence secured him as MP for Stafford in March 1679 to the first Exclusion Parliament. Following the Rye House Plot in 1683 he was indicted for high treason. He fled to Cleves and then Rotterdam but was captured and sentenced to death by Judge Jeffreys. Armstrong was executed on 20 June 1684. His head was affixed to Westminster Hall, three of his quarters were displayed in London, and the fourth at Stafford. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Sold at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden, 1684. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data Reference: Simpson 1966, pp. 4-6 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/805fa3a0365d1e73bb4dce50daf66df5.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library, Bridgewater, HEH 134741; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32146/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 32146</a> Subtitle OR, The Poor Whores Lamentation for the Apprehending OF Sir THOMAS ARMSTRONG. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bully WHIG: drawing and quartering hanging high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ba49e66d8127155713de542e4528e384.jpg 3fb4348801c43f4f43a4ea92cdf24623 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1175"><em>Bleeding Heart</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics You that have melting hearts to grieve, This mournful Ditty pray receive, 'Tis of a bloody Tragedy, Unheard of Matchless cruelty. The which I shall in brief unfold, Therefore dear People, pray behold, The manner of this wicked deed, It needs must make your hearts to bleed. Two Servants in one house did dwell, At Andever, 'tis known full well; A Cook-maid and a Chamberlin, Now the relation I'll begin: The one of them was most moross, The other was exceeding cross, So that with heat or passion they, Were still at parlance Day by Day. They acted both, like Tygers wild, They never wou'd be reconcil'd By any admonition, no, Till passion prov'd their overthrow. Behold it happen'd on a day The Chamberlin, he took his way Unto the fire-side, where she Was busie at her Cookery. To make a Toast was his intent, But she his purpose wou'd prevent, With Knife in Hand, but still he cry'd, He valu'd not her haughty Pride. This rais'd her passion more and more, So that at length she vow'd and swore, That she wou'd stick him to the Heart, If he did not the Room depart: Quoth he, Are you so resolute, Is Blood the heat of your dispute? Yes, that it is, you Slave, quoth she, Be gone or I shall hang for thee. The Chamberlin reply'd again, Your swelling words are all in vain; I do not fear you in the least And thus their passion still increas'd. Quoth she, I'll not disputing stand, To him she ran with Knife in Hand And wounded him in woful case, Across his Head and down his Face. The wreaking Blood began to run, But still the Cook-maid had not done; Till through his Ribs, she thrust the Knife, And so bereav'd him of his Life. When she beheld him on the floor, In woful streams of wreaking gore; She then bemoan'd her dismal state, But this repentance come too late. Thus having his destruction wrought, Before a Justice, she was brought, Who soon committed her to Goal, Where she the Murder does bewail. Often with Tears she does reply Why did my passion rise so high, As for to take his Life away, Alas! this is a dismal Day? How shall I answer for my crime, Who gave him not a Minutes time; To beg a Pardon for his Soul, In sorrow I his Death condole: I can expect no favour here, Who was so cruel and severe, That for a trifle I should be, The auther of his Tragedy. I needs must suffer for the same, And leave this wretched World in shame; But woe is me, that is not all, His Blood does for just vengance call. The time I have to live, I'll spend, In making God my special friend, That when this painful life I leave, He may in love my Soul receive. You Serants all both far anear, That does my sad relation hear; Labour to live in Love I pray, Least passion should your Lives decay. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1671-1702 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A chamberlain is stabbed by a cook's maid with whom he regularly quarrels. She bemoans her fate in prison. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON: Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in Guiltspur-street. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Andever Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ba49e66d8127155713de542e4528e384.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys 2.178; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20795/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20795</a> Subtitle OR, The Cook-Maid's Cruelty; Being a true Account how she in the heat of Passion, murder'd her Fellow-servant (the Chamberlain) at an Inn, in the Town of Andever. Tune, Bleeding Heart. Licens'd according to Order. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE Chamberlain's Tragedy: English Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/93306af634d7c7db903d76b8fa720458.jpg b69b40811cfb1d1f3d0f05ffce22d38d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Lilli borlero</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I have been long in Custody here, under strong Bolts a Prisoner fast, Being possest always with a fear, that I should live to swing at the last; Never was Man more tormented, sorrow and grief my sences does seize; I never was pitty'd, but faith I have fitted the Hang-man, and cousen'd him of his Fees. I have been made the scorn of the Town, who was of late next Man to a Throne; Every Rascal's running me down, so that I make most pittiful moan; There's a thousand deaths invented, for honest George, who them did displease; but to their vexation, I shall cheat the Nation, and likewise the Hang-man of all his Fees. I was the whipping Scourge of this age, caus[ing] good Men to suffer with shame, [Therefore the Land] is all in a Rage, [wishing I] might partake of the same: Some [says scourge me, others hang] me, [thus e'ry] one condemns as they please; [But my speech] does falter, I shall scape the Halter, [and couzen] the Hang-man of all his Fees. I wish the [rest] wou'd murder the Test, this is a Crime which none wou'd excuse; And the good Wives that lives in the West, hopes they shall see my dye in my Shooes; But they will not have their wishes, conquering Death does Chancellor seize; O let them not Cavel, the Gout and the Gravel, will couzen the Hang-man of all his Fees. Ever since I have lain in this Den, faith I have lost the Purse and the Mace, And am expos'd abroad amongst Men, under the terms of shame and disgrace; Some says hang me, others flee me, and twenty Deaths more cruel then these, But here I am lying, upon my Bed dying, I'll couzen the Hang-man of all his fees. William and Mary being Proclaim'd, this like an Arrow went to my heart, I with a Feavour straight was inflam'd, fearing I soon should have my desert: Thousands waited for my Tryal, a shameful end the Rabble wou'd please, Tho' they do crave it, they never shall have it, I'll couzen the Hang-man of all his fees. Now when I hear King William was Crown'd, and that the loud-mouth'd Cannons [did roar,] Presently I fell into a Swoon'd, never was man so daunted before; And my Stony old Distemper, violently my Body did seize; 'Tis no feigned Story, but in this I glo[ry] to couzen the Hang-man of all his fees. Some did declare I must loose my Head, others said Hanging wou'd be my Doom, 'Cause I for Honour had been misled, pleading always for Treacherous Rome; But i'faith they're disappointed, conquering Death my Spirits does seize, I'll make each a Lyar, and straightways expire, so couzen the Hang-man of all his fees. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1689 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed in the Year, 168[9] Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Jeffreys,_1st_Baron_Jeffreys" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> George Jeffreys, 1st Baron Jeffreys of Wem, PC (15 May 1645 - 18 April 1689), also known as "The Hanging Judge", was a Welsh judge. He became notable during the reign of King James II, rising to the position of Lord Chancellor (and serving as Lord High Steward in certain instances). His conduct as a judge was to enforce royal policy, resulting in a historical reputation for severity and bias.<br /><br />Jeffreys' historical notoriety comes from his actions in 1685, after Monmouth's Rebellion. Jeffreys was sent to the West Country in the autumn of 1685 to conduct the trials of captured rebels. The Centre of the trials was based at Taunton. Estimates of the numbers executed for treason have been given as high as 700, however, a more likely figure is between 160 and 170 of 1381 defendants found guilty of treason. Although Jeffreys has been traditionally accused of vindictiveness and harsh sentencing, none of the convictions have been considered improper, except for that of Alice Lisle. Furthermore, as the law of the time required a sentence of death for treason, Jeffreys was required to impose it, leaving the king the option of commuting sentence under the prerogative of mercy. Arguably, it was James II's refusal to use the prerogative as much as was customary for the time, rather than Jeffreys' actions that made the government's reprisals so savage. <br /><br />During the Glorious Revolution, when James II fled the country, Jeffreys stayed in London until the last moment, being the only high legal authority in James's abandoned kingdom to perform political duties. When William III's troops approached London, Jeffreys tried to flee and follow the King abroad. He was captured in a public house in Wapping, now named The Town of Ramsgate. Reputedly he was disguised as a sailor, and was recognized by a surviving judicial victim. Jeffreys was in terror of the public when dragged to the Lord Mayor and then to prison "for his own safety". He begged his captors for protection from the mob. <br /><br />He died of kidney disease (probably pyelonephritis) while in custody in the Tower of London on 18 April 1689. He was originally buried in the Chapel Royal of Saint Peter ad Vincula in the Tower. In 1692 his body was moved to St Mary Aldermanbury. <br /><br />In his London Journal, Leigh Hunt gives the following account of Judge Jeffreys' death and burial:<br /><br />Jeffreys was taken on the twelfth of September, 1688. He was first interred privately in the Tower; but three years afterwards, when his memory was something blown over, his friends obtained permission, by a warrant of the queen's dated September 1692, to take his remains under their own care, and he was accordingly reinterred in a vault under the communion table of St. Mary, Aldermanbury, 2nd Nov. 1694. In 1810, during certain repairs, the coffin was uncovered for a time, and the public had a sight of the box containing the mortal remains of the feared and hated magistrate.<br /><br /> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/93306af634d7c7db903d76b8fa720458.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.278; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20892/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20892</a> Subtitle OR, His Last Sayings a little before his Death. To the Tune of, Lilli borlero. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Chancellors Resolution: English