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Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:left;">BEdroefde werelt wat baert gy verdriet, Gelijk men hedendaegs voor oogen siet, Hoe dat den eenen Mensch den anderen haet, En soo geraekt tot eenen droeven staet, Een Fransman, Duytser, ende Italiaen, Die hebben in het Landt moedwil begaen, Waer door sy zijn in Hechtenis geraekt, En dan daer na in desolaten staet. Gelijk het hier nu is gebleeken siet, Aen dees Gesellen hoort na mijn bediet, En hoe het met den eenen is vergaen, Die een vervloekte boosheyt heeft bestaen. Op eenen Vrydag morgen hier dan siet, Soo is een wreet en gruwsaem Moort, Als men in menig Jaer niet heeft gehoort. Des morgens vroeg al met den dageraet, Hoordemen roepen van 't Gevang'nis op straet, Dat daer een Moort gebeurde soo terstont, En ook de saek men daer waeragtig vont. Want als men boven quam aldaer seer ras, Men sag dat daer een groote Moort dan was, Den Duytser was gesneden sijn Kele af, En nog vier steken in sijn Lichaem straf. Daer lag hy doen gewentelt in sijn Bloet, O schrik, ô schrik die sulken moort dan doet, De saek die moet dan zijn alhier bekent, Van twee die daer by zijn geweest present. Maer dese twee spraken gelijkerhant, Dat hy sich selven had gebracht aen kant, En dat sy hadden liggen slapen siet, En soo buyten haer weten was geschiet. Maer Godt die sulks dan niet verborgen laet, Maakt het bekent al door sijn Cameraet, Die gaet de saek dan openbaren klaer, Hoe dat sijn maet dan was de Moordenaer. Soo wert hem dan het quaet voor oog geleyt, Maer hy ontkent straks dit moordadig feyt, Waerom hy wort gepijnigt soo terstont, En soo men kreeg bekent'nis uyt sijn mont. Hy ging bekennen doen geheel het feyt, Gelijk sijn maet alvorens had geseyt, En dat hy was den Moordenaer hier van, En dat sijn maet niet was hier schuldig an. De droeve Doodt die wiert hem aengeseyt, Dat hy moest sterven binnen korten tijdt, En dat hy Godt moest bidden met ootmoet, En vallen hem met hert en Ziel te voet. Hy wiert verwesen om te zijn onthooft, En dat sijn hooft ô vrienden dit gelooft, Sou werden op een ysere pen gestelt, Tot teeken van sijn moort en groot gewelt. Men sag hem komen daer al op 't Schavot, Maer had een kleyn beweging tot sijn Godt, Elk was bedroeft die het aensag met spoet, Dat soo een Mensch geen meer beweging doet. ô Mensch verlaet het quaet en keert tot Godt, Soo sult gy raken noyt tot Duyvels spot: Want hy is een verleyder soo men siet, Gelijk hier aen dees Sondaer is geschiet. </div> <div style="width:50%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:right;">Sad World how you cause sadness, Like people nowadays see before their eyes, How that one man hates the others, And so falls into a sad state, A Frenchman, German, and Italian, They have in the country committed wayward [things], Which cause them to be in custody, And then there in a desolate state. As it has now become apparent here, To these comrades, hear my story, And how it went with the one, In whom a cursed anger has existed. Upon a Friday morning here then see, Such is a cruel and horrible murder, Such as men in many years did not hear. The early morning at the break of dawn, People heard calling from the prison on the street, That there happened a murder forthwith, And they found the case to be true. Because as people came there very quick, They saw that there had been a great murder, The German’s throat had been cut, And another four powerful stabs in his body. There he lay, rolled in his blood, Oh horror, oh horror, who commits such a murder, The case must be known here, By the two who were present there. But these two spoke at the same time, That he had killed himself, And that they had been sleeping, And it happened without them knowing it. But God who does not leave such things hidden Made it known through his companion, Who readily will reveal the case, How that his mate was the murderer. So he witnessed the evil, But he soon denied this murderous fact, Upon which he was instantly tortured, And so they got a confession from his mouth. He confessed the whole event, Like his mate previously had said, And that he was the murderer hereof, And that his mate was not guilty of it. The sad death was facing him, That he must die in a short period of time, And that he must pray to God with humility, And fall with heart and soul at his feet. He was referred to be beheaded, And that his head, oh friends believe this, Would be put upon an iron pike, To indicate his [committed] murder and great violence. They saw him coming there upon the scaffold, But he had a small move towards his God, Each was sad that he was facing it rapidly, That such a man no longer makes a move. Oh people leave evil and turn to God, So you will never become the devil’s mockery: Because he is a seducer as you see, Like here happened to this sinner. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad An Italian and Frenchman are beheaded for murder in 1687 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 Date Date of ballad 1687 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Translation Notes: 1. Literally translates to ‘so was him the evil before the eye laid’ i.e. he witnessed the event. Image notice Full size images of all song 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/. 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Vijf kinderen hadden zij zij elkaar, Waarvan de oudste was nu twallfjaar. Ziet hier hoe Geldhof met zijn vrouw, Zij zijnen weer aan het twisten Om hetgeen hij wel hebben wou, Hetgeen hij van haar kon begeeren Hij vraagd om ’t sieraad van zijn kind; Dat was verpand zonder zijn weten O wat een droefheid zoo groot, Dat deze vrouw nu kon betwisten. Al met haar oogen vol getraan Sprak zij ach man verstaan eens rede Ik zal alles doen wat ik maar kan, Zij krijgt het morgen weder. Want haar plan dat was al reeds berijd Om te vermoorden een and’ren meid, O ziet toch wat duivels kwaad En het berouw dat komt toch te laat. Nu komt tot haar ’t onschuldig kind Met voorgevoel steeds beladen, Maar God zend tot haar een vriend, Dan heeft zij deze keer genaden: Haar man komt thuis, het kind haar geluk Het helsbedrog was op haar moordenstuk, Want zij berijkt nog niet haar doel Maar ’t blijft vast bij haar helsgevoel. Die zaturdag was weer afgedaan, Wie kan dat kwaad dan ooit vermoeden Maar maandag moest Catrina weer! Voldoen toch aan haar begeerte. Zij vraagd aan het kind komt schut het bed En grijpt haar bij de langen hare, En toch door deze Satans list Ontzielt zij het kind zonder zij het wist. Nu komt de vader vraagd naar zijn kind Zij zegt het is al long vertrokken, De Buren zeggen neen mijn vrind, Die vrouw die moet het zeker jokken U kind is er nog het is zeker waar: Toen maakt de man een vreeselijk gebaar, Zoodat de Politie er achter kwam, Terwijl men het zoo dadlijk vernam. Men Fiesenteert, het heeft geen doel, Ook het huis, de moordenares beneven, Zij lichte bij tot aan het riool, Toen begon zij met angst te beven. Toen het geopend was viel zij in bezwijm En toen ontdekte zij dan ook het geheim Van haar gedaane gruweldaad, Van haar onmenschelijke euveldaad Nu komt zij voor het Remenaal, Haar vonnis werd nu voorgelezen Dat zij den dood moest ondergaan, Dat brengt haar in schrik en vreezen, Zij smeekt hare Regters om genâ, Zij wijst hen op haar krosst ter gader, Ach ziet toch lievelijk op ons neer, Maar ik smeek om God wil laat mijn leven. Nu zit zij in de gevangenis, Neemt afscheid van haar lieve kind’ren Haar man bezwijkt en stort ter neer, De kind’ren komen tot haar nader. Zij bid aan God ziet liefdelijk op hen neer, En beveel haar ziel nu aan den Heer, Zij sprak ach man vergeef het hen, Den dat ik een zondaaresse ben. Daar gaat zij nu naar het schavot, Haar hooft was terneer gebogen, Want zij wend hare ziel tot God Zij bid en smeekte om genaden. De Leeraar heeft zijn pligt gedaan, De beul die moet het zijne verrigten Daar geeft zij thans de laatste groet Vaarwel dan man en lieve kinderen. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;">The first verse. Come friends, listen to this song That which I will tell you here Of how a human, so remarkable, Sometimes people go astray, Because you can see that in this woman. She brought her family to heavy mourning, Five children they had with one another, Of which the eldest was now twelve years. See here how Geldhof with his wife, They are arguing again About that which he wanted to have, That which he could desire of her He asked for the jewellery of his child; Which had been pawned without his knowing Oh what sadness, so great, That this woman could now dispute. Already with her eyes full of tears She spoke, oh man, listens once to reason I will do everything that I can, She will get it back tomorrow. Because her plan had already been prepared To kill another girl, Oh see then what devil’s evil And the remorse that comes too late. Now an innocent child comes to her Laden with a sense of foreboding But God sent to her a friend, Then she will have mercy this time: Her husband comes home, [to] the child her fortune The hellish deceit was upon her murder-piece, Because she only just reached her goal But it remained fixed with her hellish-feeling. That Saturday was finished again, Who could ever suspect such evil But Monday Catrina had to go again! Fulfil her desire. She asked the child, come fluff the bed And grabbed her by her long hair, And still by Satan’s artifice She killed the child without her knowing it. Now came the father, asking after his child She says, it has left long ago, The neighbours say, no my friend. That woman, she must certainly be lying Your child is still there, it is surely true: Then the man made a horrible gesture, So that the police found out, Whilst they soon heard. They visited, it was no use, The house, too, the murderess besides, She lay down by the sewer, Then she started shaking with fear. When it was opened she fell into a faint And then they discovered the secret Of her one horror-deed, Of her inhuman crime. Now she comes before the court, Her verdict was now read That she had to undergo the death, Which brought her into fright and fear, She begged her judges for mercy, She reminded them of her offspring there, Oh look upon us lovingly, But I beg God will you let me live. Now she sits in prison, Takes her leave from her sweet children Her husband succumbs and falls down, The children come close to her. She prays to God, look down on them lovingly, And commanded her soul now to the Lord, She spoke, oh man, forgive them, Think that I am a sinner. There she goes to the scaffold, Her head was bent down, Because she turned her soul to God She prayed and begged for mercy. The teacher has done his duty, The executioner has to do his Now she gives her final greeting there Goodbye, then, husband and sweet children. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Date Date of ballad 1893 Image notice Full size images of all song 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 Vreeselijke Geschiedenis voorgevallen te Middelburg. Terrible History that happened in Middelburg. 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Title A name given to the resource Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Koninklijke Bibliotheek 86 // Den Haag, KB: 13 K 6 (title-page defective). <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=120881">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Op de Wys: ô Holland schoon. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:left;">1. Komt Vrienden luisterd na myn lied.Wat ik u stel te vooren: Wat 'er in 't kort weer is geschied, Het is waard om te hooren, Al van een Juffrouw pertinent, Die heel graag een Soldaatje mind, Zy wil in 't minst niet achten, Anders haar minneklagten. 2. Haar kloekheid, schoonheid en verstand, Dat veele menschen zagen, Veel edele Heeren uit het Land, Schepten in haar behagen, Zy baden haar liefde en trouw, 't Was om te maaken van haar een Vrouw, Zy wilde het niet achten, Alle haare minneklagten. 3. Haar Vader was een edel Heer, Een Capitein kloekmoedig, Maar een Soldaatje jong en teer, Beminde haar overvloedig, Hy was verstandig en habiel, Hy sprak myn lief, myn tweede ziel, Mogt ik uw trouw beërven, Voor u zoo wild' ik sterven. 4. Zy hoorden daar zyn klagten aan, Was vol barmhartigheden, Een goude ring vol diamant, Heeft zy aan hem gegeven, Zy zwoeren daar elkaar de trouw, Om zamen te worden Man en vrouw, En nooit te willen scheiden, Bezwoeren zy zich beiden. 5. Ach hoord wat droevig ongeval, Dat haar daar kwam te vooren, De reen ik u verhaalen zal, Wat haar liefde kwam te stooren, Des anderendaags den dag kwam aan, Doe moesten zy daar scheiden gaan, Hy wist niet in die zaaken, Hoe hy het zoude maaken. 6. Hy is terstond op staande voet, Zyn liefje gaan opwekken, Hy sprak myn alderliefste zoet, Ik moet zeer hier vertrekken, Zy sprak zeer bitter vol droefheid, En storten daar veel traanen uit, Hy sprak wilt maar volherden, Myn trouw zal u gewerden. 7. Des anderendaags den dag kwam aan, Hy moest daar gaan vertrekken, En nam de marsch kloekmoedig aan, Dat tot haar smart deed strekken, Hoord wat de liefde daar ging doen, Hy dagt zig met de vlugt te spoen, Hy ging het resikeeren, Om te gaan deserteeren. 8. Hy is in het duister van de nagt. De vest al opgeklommen, My sprong 'er af met groote magt, Het water doorgezwommen; Ham zyne marsch kloekmoedig aan, Tot hy in Luxemburg kwam: Maar men tot zyn elende, Den Deserteur al kende. 9. Zy hebben hem aldaar gevat, En in boeijen geslooten, Zyn alderliefste dit vernam, Het heeft haar zeer verdrooten! Zy is terstond zonder beraan, Al na de Capitein gegaan, Zy sprak myn Heer geprezen, Wild dog genadig wezen. 10. Zy viel doen voor den Capitein, Te voet, al op de Aarde, Zy sprak Heer wild vergeevend zyn, Aan myn liefste vol waarde, U lief die zal pardon ontfaan, Wanneer hy aan de galg zal staan, Dan zal u lief geprezen, Gepardonneerend wezen. 11. Zy is terstond te paard gegaan, De poort al uitgereeden, Zy nam haar reis kloekmoedig aan, Is na den Generaal getreeden, Zy sprak myn Heer de Generaal Ach hoord myne reden aan, Ik hoop na myn verlangen, Genade te ontfangen. 12. De Generaal die stond versteld, Met haar schoonheid bewoogen, Hy sprak, myn alderschoonste beeld, Ik zweer u by den hoogen Den waren Goôn, die alles ziet, Zegt my de reden van uw verdriet. Gy zult na uw verlangen Ook loon van my ontfangen. 13. Zy sprak, myn Heer de Generaal Ik kom u pardon vraagen Voor een Soldaatje, jong en teer, Die ging zyn leven waagen, Hy deserteert uit liefde en trouw, Ach, ach, myn hert dat smelt van rouw! In Luxemburg gevangen, Alwaar men hem wil hangen. 14. Pardon, zo sprak de Generaal, Word aan uw Lief gegeven, Hy heeft het in de Fransche taal Op staande voet geschreven. Nu zal hy geen Soldaat meer zyn Maar in de plaats als Capitein. Zy dankte hem met reden Voor zyn barmhartigheden. 15. Zy reed terstond met volle kragt, Vol angsten en vol vreezen. Men op den weg haar tyding bragt Dat haar Lief was verweezen. Zy nam haar reis kloekmoedig an, Zy haar Lief op de leer vernam. En riep met volle kragten, Pardon, pardon, wilt wagten. 19. Zy trekt pardon en schriften uit, Haar Lief was al bezweeken, Men heeft terstond hem bygemaakt, Hy kon van vreugd niet spreeken. Als Capitein wierd hy hersteld Zo als pardon en schrift vermeld, Zo dat zy alle beiden Van vreugd en blydschap schreiden. </div> <div style="width:50%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:right;"> Come friends listen to my song. What I propose to you: In short, what happened again, It is it worth to listen, About a young pertinent woman, Who eagerly loved a soldier, She will not pay mind in the least, To anything but her love’s oaths. Her boldness, beauty, and common sense, Which many people saw, Many noble Lords from the Land, Took an interest in her, They promised her love and loyalty, It was to make a wife out of her, She would not pay mind to it, All her love’s oaths. Her father was a noble Lord, A bold captain, But a soldier, young and delicate, Loved her excessively, He was sensible and competent, He spoke my love, my second soul, Should I inherit your loyalty, For you I would want to die. She there heard his oaths, Was full of generosities, A golden ring full of diamonds, She gave to him, They swore loyalty to one another, To together become man and wife, And never want to separate, They both swore it. Oh hear what sad misfortune, That befell her then, The cause I will relate to you, Because her love was disrupted, The other day, the day began, That they had to separate, He did not know in this case, How he was going to make it. He instantly, right that moment, He went to wake up his love, He spoke, my sweet most beloved, I have to leave from here, She spoke very bitter [and] full of sadness, And poured out many tears, He spoke, would you persevere, My loyalty will be yours. The other day, the day began, He had to leave from there, And went to march boldly, Her sorrow made her fall ill, Hearing what [his] love did then, He thought to flee hastily, He was going to risk, To go and desert [the army]. He, in the darkness of the night, Climbed upon the fortress, He jumped off it with great power, Swam through the water; He boldly went to march, Until he came to Luxemburg: Where the people to his misery, Already knew the deserter. They captured him there, And locked him in shackles, His most beloved learned of this, It greatly saddened her! She instantly, without council, Went to the captain, She spoke, my Lord be praised, Will you please be merciful. She then fell before the captain’s Feet, upon the earth, She spoke, Lord will [you] be forgiving, To my love, full of worth, Your love will receive pardon, When he will stand upon the gallows, Then your praised love, Will be pardoned. She instantly went upon a horse, Rode out of the gate, She boldly undertook her journey, Rode to the general, She spoke, my Lord General, Oh hear my reasoning, I hope to my desire, To receive mercy. The general, he was perplexed, Moved by her beauty, He spoke, my most beautiful image, I swear to you by the highest The true Gods, who see all, Tell me the reason of your sorrow. You will by your desire Also receive a reward from me. She spoke, my Lord General I come to ask you for a pardon For a soldier, young and delicate, Who went to risk his life, He deserted because of love and loyalty, Oh, oh, my heart, it melts with mourning! Captured in Luxemburg, Where the people want to hang him. Pardon, so spoke the general, Will be given to your love, He, in the French language, Immediately wrote it down. Now he will not be a soldier anymore, But instead be captain. She thanked him with reason For his generosities. She instantly rode with full force, Full of anxiety and full of fears. People upon the road brought her tidings That her love had been referred. She undertook her journey boldly, She saw her love upon the scaffold. And called with full force, Pardon, pardon, please wait. She pulled out the written pardon, Her love had already collapsed, People instantly brought him to, He for joy could not speak. As captain he was recovered As his written pardon stated, So that they both Cried of happiness and joy. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad soldiers/military Date Date of ballad 1789 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Translation Notes: 1. ‘soldaatje’ is in a diminutive form, probably indicating he is a young soldier. 2. ‘terstond’ and ‘op staande voet’ are synonymous, both refer to ‘right then’ or ‘immediately.’ Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3d6e5ae6a5b6c61e468a83880e449787.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="500"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/cc910bd30c62b063a8dfc111efbfef5d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="500"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all song sheets available at the bottom of this page. 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Title A name given to the resource Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Wijs: Laet ons zaem in vriendschap leven. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Den Haag, Koninklijke Bibliotheek: 842 B 6 // Amsterdam UB: Muz. 112. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=185496">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Laet ons zaem in vriendschap leven. Song of praise for the country’s past heroes. Composer of Ballad Pieter Vreede Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:left;">Laet ons Neêrlands Helden roemen, Die de laetste Batavier Nooit, dan met ontzag, zal noemen! Dat ons loof hunn' schedel fier! Laet ons hun gedacht'nis eeren, Meêr dan gloeiend goud waerdeeren! Daer, door hunne trouw en moed, Neêrlands Vrijheid is behoed. 'k Zie op Zee de Ruyter praelen;Langs den Theems den trotschen Brit Knarssen, om het Zegepraclen Van dien halsvriend van de Wit: 'k Zie hem vloot bij vloot verjagen; Volk bij volk den vreê doen vraegen; Neêrland redden, keer op keer; Sneuv'len op het bed van eer. * * * 'k Zie de Witten, als Pilaeren, Voor de zaek der vrijheid staen: Woede, en haet, en lijfsgevaeren, Onverschrokken, tegen gaen. 'k Zie hen Nêerlands grootheid staven,Meêr dan 't immer vorsten gaven; Doch ter slagtbank hêen gesleurd, En, voor trouwe dienst, verscheurd. 'k Zie nog grooter gruwelstukken! 'k Zie 's Lands Vader, Barneveld, Aen het heilig regt ontrukken, Opgeofferd aen 't geweld; Hem, den schrik van 't magtig Spanje, Grootheids stichter van Orange, Neêrlands vriend, den vriend van God, Sterven op het moordschavot. * * * 'k Zie nog and're kloeke Helden, Die, met pen of heldenstael, Zich in de open bresse stelden, Voor het veege Lecuwendael. 'k Zie de Groot met lauren praelen; Trompen, Zweertsen en van Galen; Duizend and'ren, grootsch bekroond, Om de trouw, door hun betoond. O dat hunne stille graven, Zijn met lauweren gedekt, Zoo lang de eer van Nêerlands bravenNeêrland tot geen walg verstrekt!Laet ons, boven al, hen achten, Die de Heerschzugt wreed deedt flagten! Zulk een naem zij 't hoogst geroemd, Die door sleeven wordt gedoemd! PIETER VREEDE.</div> <div style="width:50%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:right;">Let us celebrate the Dutch Heroes, Who will never name the last Batavier with anything but respect! That we praise their skull proud! Let us honour their memory, Appreciate [them] more than glowing gold! There, because of their loyalty and courage, The freedom of the Netherlands is preserved. I see De Ruyter parade on the sea: Along the Thames the proud Brit Grinds, because of the victory-parade Of that best friend of De Wit: I see him chase fleet by fleet away; Ask people after people for peace; Save the Netherlands, time and again; Die on the bed of honour. I see the De Witts, like pillars, Stand before the matter of freedom: Rage, and hate, and bodily dangers, Undaunted oppose. I see them establish the Netherland’s greatness, More than any monarchs gave; Yet dragged to the slaughterhouse, And, for loyal services, ripped apart. I see even greater horrors! I see the father of the land, Barneveld, Wrest away from holy justice, Sacrificed to the violence; Him, the fright of the powerful Spain, Founder of the greatness of Orange, The Netherland’s friend, the friend of God, Die upon the murderers’ scaffold. I also see other bold heroes, Who, with the pen of hero’s steel, Positioned in the open gaps, Before the hostile Dutch. I see De Groot parade with laurels; Tromp, Sweerts and Van Galen; Thousands others, crowned great, For the loyalty shown by them. Oh that their silent graves, Are covered with laurels, So long as the honour of the brave men of the Netherlands Does not provide the Netherlands with disgust! Let us, above all, observe them, Who cruelly murdered the stately ambition! Such a name receives highest praise, Who was doomed by life! PIETER VREEDE. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Johan de Witt, politician Date Date of ballad 1784 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Translation Notes: 1. Technically it says ‘nothing but respect.’ Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/de21d7d84a95e1ca7c8b37a967b270ab.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="450"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b30ab2e0af5b6468646a07f58ca63f2b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="450"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all song 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 Lofzang voor 's lands oude helden. 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Gluur, geboren te Zuidscharwoude op Langendyk, dewelke zyn Eygen Vader (zynde Schipper geweest van Langendyk op Alkmaar,) heeft vergeven door Rottekruid. ’t welk hy gekogt had in de Winkel van Pieter Granaatappel, woonende agter de Vismarkt tot Alkmaar; voor welke Misdaad hy gecondemneerd is, om gelegt te worden op een Kruis en vervolgens met een Strop gewurgt, van onderen op te werden Gerabraakt, en voorts zyn Doode Lichaam, na dat het eenige tyd op het Kruis ten toon gelegen had, in een Zak gedaan na Zee gevoerd, om in dezelve geworpen te worden. 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Geen weerga haast te vinden, Den Duyvel door zyn booze raad, Deed my als een ontzinde Begaan een daad haast nooit gehoord; Waar van een ieder als verstoord; Wie het maar komt te Lezen, Het hard dat raakt vol vreezen. 2. Moest ik ô Gruwelyk helsch besluyt, Myn Vader zoo vergeven? Door middel van het Rottekruyt! Foei wat hebt ik bedreeven? Niet, dat ik het bloed myn’s Evenmensch, Gestort hebt na myn booze wensch; Maar van myn Rigen Vader, Naast God heeft niemant nader. 3. Den Satan speelden zoo zyn rol In my, tot alle kwaaden De maat van boosheid die was vol, En in my overlaaden Dat ik door kragt van zyn besluyt, Die Gruwele kon voeren uit, En zulke snoô misdaden, Bedryven vroeg en spade. 4. Zoo is het dan met my gegaan, Ik heb den Heer verlaaten, Ik liet my niet ten goede raan, Of tot de deugd bepraten; Maar ik als een weerspannig kind, Sloeg goede lessen in de wind, En ging myn jeugdig leven Tot Gruwelen overgeven. 5. De wrok die my heeft aangezet: Ik wou ter Zee gaan varen, Dat heeft myn Vader my belet, Dat bragt my in beswaren; Want ik met opzet was bedagt, De zaak ter uitvoer heb gebragt, Gelyk het Recht is gebleeken, Dus moet ik tot een teeken. 6. Gebragt al op een Treur-Schavot! Om loon na werk te ontvangen, Vergeef genaderyke God Al myne booze gangen. Gedenk dog niet myn zonden schult, Myn hert met waar betrouw vervult, En wast myn rein en schoone, In het bloed van uwe Zoone. 7. Gy hebt wel eer Heer uw gena Den Moordenaar beweezen, Opregt berouw komt nooit te spa; Gun my ô God mitsdezen! Ontvang in deze bange stand: Myn Geest ô Vader in uw hand, En laat my by uw komen, In ‘t Paradys der Vroomen. 8. Komt hier gy oud en Jong te zaam ‘k zal uw een Leerbeeld geven, Vreest voor des Heeren grooten naam En beterd dog uw leven, Steld zyn Alwetentheid voor ‘t oog, gy zyt beneên en God om hoog, Daar hy beschoud de dingen, Van ‘s Menschen handelingen, 9. ô stond daar ik voor schik en beef ô Boosheid die my kwelden, Dat ik die schrik daad snood bedreef, Dat my Gena herstelden; In ‘t laasten blikken van de dood, Een hoop die veel behoud in nood, Schoon zyn myn zonden veele, De Borge kan die heele. 10. Vaarwel de geen die my bestaan, Vaarwel myn welbekenden Ik moet nu van u scheiden gaan, Myn jonge leven ende, Vergeeft my ‘t geen ik heb misdaan, Stilt uw gezugt en droef getraan! Wild uw in God versterken Ik krygen loon na werken. </div> <div style="width:50%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:right;">Cursed, evil deed of horror! Hardly finds any resistence, The devil, because of his evil council, Caused me like a madman To do a deed almost never heard of; By which everyone was disturbed; Whoever comes to read it, The heart fills with fear. Did I have to, oh horrible hellish decision, Poison my father so? By means of the rat poison! Oh what have I done? Not, that I the blood of my fellow human, Plunged after my evil wish; But from my deftly dressed father, Besides God, no one nearer. The Satan played his roll so In me, to all evil The measure of evil was full, And overloaded in me That I by the power of his decision, Could execute those horrors, And commit such evil crimes early and late. That is how it went with me, I have abandoned the Lord, I did not allow myself good advice, Or to be talked into virtue; But like a stubborn child, Threw good lessons to the wind, And gave my youthful life To horrors. The resentment activated me: I wanted to sail out to sea, My father prevented me from [doing] that, Which brought me to object; Because I was contrived with intention, Executed the case, As became apparent at the court, So I have to sign [for it]. Brought already upon the mourning-scaffold! To receive payment after work, Forgive merciful God, All my evil ways. Do not think of my sinful guilt, My heart is filled with genuine sorrow, And washes me pure and clean, In the blood of your Son. You have proven your mercy for a murderer before, Lord, Genuine sorrow never comes too late; Hereby grant [it to] me, oh God! Receive in this frightened state: My spirit, oh Father, in your hand, And let me come to you, In the Paradise of the pious. Come here, old and young together I will give you an exemplar, Fear for the Lord’s great name And so improve your life, Put his omniscience in the front of your mind You are below, and God above, There he sees the things, Of people’s dealings Oh I stood there in freight and shaking Oh anger which tortured me, That I committed that terrible deed so heinously That my mercy restored; In the last moments before death, A lot which is maintained in need, So many are my sins, This guarantee can heal them. Goodbye those who are here with me, Goodbye my acquaintances I have to separate from you now, My young life ends, Forgive me what I have misdone, Silence your sighs and sad tears! Will you consolidate yourself in God I receive payment after work. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Gerrit Pietersz murder Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. Murder Date Date of ballad 1782 Image notice Full size images of all song 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 Op het Regt ofte Justitie, dat ‘er op Zaturdag den 23. February 1782. Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/cfb92d1c972e720f5e05a2b76fadc11b.jpg 9e032093b79a139f14d923740d5640fd https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5132d5da561f68db8062116b3df5cb1a.jpg 292a08228f3b79228fec1e6d2e16938b 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Amsterdam MI: 3978 Gesloten Kast: B 14 (3). <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=115188">Nederlandse Liederenbank </a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Op een rare Boere wijs om te singen Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;">DAer waren drie Gesusterkens, Al in een Bos gaen plucken de Rosen, Den eenen die hadder haer eertje verloren, Al in een Bosch gaen plucken de Rosen. O Dochter ick hebt u soo langh geseyt, Laet u van geen Jonckmans bederven, Want ’t is soo zaligh reyn maget te sterven. Och Vader het isser nu veel te laet, Ick drager een kintje alsoo kleyne, Ick konder de Vader niet vinden: som deyne. Ons vierde maget ten Boschwaert gingh, Al onder de Loveren, Daer sy haer kleynste kintje vermoorden. De Bueren hadden dat soo haest verstaen, Sy namen ons vierde maget gevangen, Al op een Kamertje alsoo strange. Des morgens vroegh en ’t was schoon dagh, Daer quaemn drie Landsheeren gegangen, Die wouden ons vierde maget sien hangen. Ons vierde maget en is niet t’huys, Ghy moet daer noch wel uertjes verlangen Eer ghy ons vierde maget siet hangen. Ons vierde maget de leer op klam, Sy liet haer hoofje soo soetjes ter eerden, Of sy haer soete lief niet en begeerden. Sy ley haer hoofje soetjes in ’t groene, Of sy haer moeder lief sagh komen, En terstont sagh sy haer sonder schromen. Och Dochter ghy hebter noch gelt en goet, Komt laet ons dat geven aen de Heeren, Dat ghy behout u jonge leven. Och moeder behout mijn gelt en goet, Het isser mijn eerste niet, Het isser mijn tweede niet, Ick heb vermoort het isser mijn derde. Adieu groen lovertjes, adieu groen gras, Adieu mijn Vader en mijn Moeder, Adieu mijn Suster en mijn Broeder: Wilt ghy een beetje mijnes gedencken, Dat ick de doodt soo zaligh moet schencken. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;">There were three Sisters [who] in the forest went to pluck the roses, The one had lost her honour, [when] in the forest [she] went to pluck the roses O daughter, I have told you for so long, Do not let a young man spoil, Because it is so blessed to die a pure virgin. Oh father it is now way too late, I carry a child, so small, I cannot find the father: some Deyne. Our fourth virgin went to Boschwaert, Already under the foliage, Where she murders her small child. The neighbours had so quickly understood, They took our fourth virgin prisoner, In a room, so strict, The early morning, and it was a beautiful day. There arrived three Lords of the land, Who wanted to see our fourth virgin hang. Our fourth virgin is not in the house, You must be desirous for a few hours Before you will see our fourth virgin hang. Our fourth virgin climbed onto the ladder, She let her head, so sweetly to earth, If she did not desired her sweet love. She softly lay her little head upon the green, When she saw her sweet mother coming, And then she saw her, without fear. Oh daughter you have neither money nor possessions, Come, let us give that to the Lords, That you will keep your young life. Oh mother, keep my money and possessions, It is not my first, It is not my second, I have murdered, it is my third. Adieu green lovers, adieu green grass, Adieu my father and my mother, Adieu my sister and my brother: Would you think of me a little, That I must give blessed death. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. infanticide Date Date of ballad 1680 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Translation notes: 1. ‘deyne’ is a prominent last name in the southern-Netherlands (from 1280 onwards). ‘deine’ or ‘dene,’ however, would refer to ‘Danish.’ So it could be the daughter here refers to ‘some Dane’ as the father of her child or to ‘some Deyne.’ Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/cfb92d1c972e720f5e05a2b76fadc11b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="380"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5132d5da561f68db8062116b3df5cb1a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="380"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Op een moye Voys Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> HOord dit Lied eens anen, Die wat wonders wil verstaen, Van de Minne kragt, En het zwakke Vrouw geslagt, Hoe een teere Maegt, Als zij liefde draegt, Overtreffen kan Zelfs de kloekheijd van een Man, Zo gij verstaen zult in dit Lied, Het is in Vrankrijk geschied. Van een schoone Vrouw, Die beminde, zwoer haer Trouw, Aen een frisse Kwant, Die haer beminde constant, Maer door kwade raed, Wierd hij een Soldaet, Onder het Regiment, Van Navarre wel bekend, Waer aen deze Maegt had pijn, Dus van haer Lief te zijn. Want, haer Ionger hert, Dat bezweek van Minnesmert, En wou met hem gaen, Ia de Dood zelfs onderstaen, Want ze zeijde mijn Eer, Die is bros en teer, Te bewaren dan, 'k Zal mij kleden als een Man, Ende als een Ionger Held, Dit heeft zij gedaen, Is na 't Regiment gegaen, Als een Cavelier, Bij haer Minnaers Officier, Wierd doe een Soldaet, En voor Cameraed, Koos z' haer Lief getrouw, Niemand wist datz' was een Vrouw, Ze stond hem in alles bij, En kleefde altijd aen zijn zij. Zij trokken in 't Veld, Deze Maegd gelijk een Held, Volgt hem overal, Ende ontzag geen ongeval, Maer aenhoord het lot, Daer kwam een gebod, Dat kleijn ofte groot, Op een straffe van de Dood, Niet op Marode mogt gaen, Of ergens de Hand aen slaen. Dog haer Lief nogtans, Wilde eens wage de kans, Op den Buijt hem begaf, Met haer beijd' ter zeijde af, Plunderde bij een Boer, Die 'er maekt' groot rumoer, De Provoost die kwam, En haer beijd' gevangen nam, De Krijgsraed doe met een, Verwees ter dood een van tween. De Galg werd geplant, En de Trommel stond ter hand Met de Dobbelsteen, Om het Lot te werpen heen, Wie van twee met rouw, De Dood smaken zou, Maer het stervens lot, Viel op haer, 't beliefde Godt, Daer door wierd haer Cameraet, Van droefheijd desolaet. Zij met kloeke moed, Heeft haer Lief nog eens gegroet, Zet haer Voetjes teer, Op de Sporten van de Leer, Maer eer zij ter deeg, Was ter halver weeg, Om dat ijder zouw, Merken dat zij Was een Vrouw, Heeftze haer Borsten ontblood, Elk wierd van schaemte rood. Als men dit aenzag, Was 't gelijk een Donderslag, Hangen gaet niet voort, Was het algemeene Woord, Men onthoud de Maegd, En d'Colonel die vraegt, Haer de heele kas, Hoe zij hier toe gekomen was, Als hij nu alles had verstaen, Heeft zij Pardon ontfaen. Yder prees haer moed, En de Krijgsraed die vond goed, door de Huw'lyksband, Haer te binden Hand aen Hand; En in plaetze van, den Scherpregter dan; Kwam de Veldpaep daer, die daer trouwd' het lieve Paer, Om als Man ende Vrouw, t' Leven in de Egten trouw. Oorlof dogters gij, die een Vrijer hebt als zij, Schoon hij werd Soldaet, daerom hem nog niet verlaet, Maer weest hem getrouw, Tot gij word een Vrouw, Evenwel en waegt Noijt zo veel als deze Maegd, Want voorzeker zulk een Spel, Gelukt alteijd niet zo wel. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> Hear this song, Who wants to hear something wondrous, By the power of love, And the weak female gender, How a fragile young woman, When she carries love, Can overcome Even the boldness of a man, So you will learn in this song, It happened in France. Of a beautiful woman, Whose love swore her loyalty, To a fresh friend, Her beloved was constant, But by evil council, He became a soldier, Under the regiment, Of well-known Navarre, Which hurt the young woman, To be away from her love. Because, her younger heart, Succumbed to heartache, And [she] wanted to come with him, Yes, even face death, Because she said my honour, It is fragile and delicate, To preserve [it] then, I shall dress myself like a man, And like a young hero, This is what she did, Went to the regiment, As a cavalier, With her lover’s officer, Then became a soldier, And as comrade, She chose her loyal lover, No one knew that she was a woman, She assisted him in everything, And stuck always to his side. They went into the field, This young woman like a hero, Follows him everywhere, And did not avoid misfortune, But accepts fate, There came a command, That small or great, Upon the punishment of death, Not to go roam about, Or to seize anything. But her love then, Wanted for once to take a chance, He went to loot, With her by his side, He plundered a farmer, Who made a great ruckus, The provost came, And took both prisoner, The martial council instantly, Sentenced to death one of the two. The scaffold was planted, And the drum stood ready With a dice, To throw for fate, Who of the two in mourning, Would taste death, But the fate of death, Fell upon her, it pleased God, This made her comrade, Desolate from sadness. She with bold courage, Greeted her lover once more, Put down her delicate feet, Upon the footholds of the ladder, But before she was decently, Halfway there, Because everyone would Notice that she was a woman, She bared her breasts, Each from shame turned red. When they saw this, It was like a thunderclap, Hanging will not go on, Was the general word, People took hold of the young woman, And the colonel asked, Her everything, How she came to this, When he had heard all, She received a pardon. Everyone praised her courage, And the martial council approved, By the bond of marriage, To bind hand to hand; And instead of An executioner then; Came the preacher there, Who there married the loving pair, To, like husband and wife, Live in holy matrimony. Listen you daughters, Who have a lover like her, Should be become a soldier, Therefore do not leave him, But be loyal to him, Until you become a wife, However never wager As much as this young woman, Because certainly such a game, Does not always succeed this well. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad girl dresses as boy to stay with soldier lover Date Date of ballad 1768 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 Van een vryster, die een vryer beminde, geschied onder het regiment van Navarre. Dutch soldier https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f3c3cb229381b4846033e33723d7128d.jpeg 3513b94de5addce3735ae8a249df0091 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3b8ae19a310b35f638a02ca14fbcadfe.jpeg 41901f3ae2fbc6fad24467c2a6fea573 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Aan eene Weduwe te Enkhuizen gepleegd, den 13de Januarij, 1836. door eene Jan Kenper, Geboortig van Hoorn Translation: Horrible murder, Done to a widow in Enkhuizen, on January 13th, 1836, by one Jan Kenper, born in Hoorn. 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How horrible the murder-scum rolls around, How many people see them wander, North-Holland, silent, respectable ground, Must again pay its toll, Enkhuizen, hear, hear, of the evil, Recently proven so cruelly with you, An evil man from Hoorn’s descent, Frightens all the people. A widow who, already old-aged, Lived off a bar or commerce, Had by her hard work amassed, Which caution gave her, The thirteenth of January’s day, Came the murderer named Jan Kenper, Spoke, woman give me some entertainment, Just for four cents will you know. The woman refused him that request, Because of certain good reasons, Though he, for greed, was not slow, So he further professed , Aware that she still possessed money, Thought, woman here you will soon die, That money will be my treasure in a little while, When you have been robbed of life. The murder-dagger struck he into her heart, Took from her over 200 guilders, Take revenge, oh Heaven, with a pain, How can you tolerate such in silence. But no, Jan Kenper heard the voice, The revenge of Heaven raised, Your crime lives, and soon for him The verdict of the one who does not tolerate it. There he sits, led by money, Desire brought him into suffering, And soon he will be dedicated to the executioner, To cut off the sinful body, Oh! People avoid the horror-evil, Do not desire your neighbour’s goods for yourself, If you prefer to steal for scorn and libel, Then the Judge must bend over you. It is possible upon this noble ground, That people cannot avoid this evil, And pure virtue found its seat, Separated from rudeness, Yes, but the heart smothered by sin, Wrapped in wantonness, Deludes himself that he revives his lust, Trample then gruesome deeds and sins. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Murder of a widow Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. 1836 Image notice Full size images of all song 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/. 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Title A name given to the resource Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle aen Hendricus Slatius, en Jan en Abraham Blanckerts, ende Wilm Pertey van Leyen, en van haer principaelste woorden die sy op 't Schavot spraken in deure des doots, en is gheschiet den vijfden dach van Mey, ende men singtet op de wijse van den moort van den Coninck van Vranckrijck, etc. Continuation of the third justice done in the Court of the Hague to Hendricus Slatius, and Jan and Abraham Blanckerts, and Wilm Pertey van Leyen, and of their principal words that were spoken at the gallows at the moment of their deaths, and this was seen on the fifth of May, and it is sung to the tune of the death of the King of France, etc. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ad004394c0d549ba6a1775854fc1c38a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="500"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/e2208b3219efce4cc68fe235a3ad5c67.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Amsterdam MI: 3978 6.1 c 16e Geuzen/Kui. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=5302">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. van den moort van den Coninck van Vranckrijck,etc. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> Godt wil haer Ziel gheleye Op den vijfden dach in Meye Zijn daer vier ghejusticeert, Ghenadelijcke met den zweert, Al in des s'Graven Haghe Och t'is om te beclaghe Dat haer sinnen dus waren verkeert. Smorgens tussen acht en negen uren, Werden dees vier met trueren, Ghebracht op 't Hof of op de Zael, Op de Rolle principael, Daer wert ghelesen haer Sentenci Voor elck in presenci, Van haer misdaden al te mael. Haer misdaden haer voor ghelesen, En daer ter doot verwesen, Doen werden sy weer gheleyt, Op de ghevanghen Poort voorseyt, En daer naer sonder schromen Isser een voor ghecomen, Op het Schavot t'dient verbreyt. D'eerste Slatius quaet van fame Stracks op 't Schavot daer quame, Om aldaer te sterven den doot, Om zijn boos misdaden snoot, Aen de handen wert hy ontsloten, Dit heeft hy noch ghenoten Om vry en lyber te spreken bloot. Hy ginck en stont weerspannich, Heel wreedelijck tyrannich, Heeft hy heen en weer ghesien, En hy sprack voor alle Lien, Dese woorden onbeloken Die heeft hy al ghesproken, Die men u hier int Liedt bediet. Hy sprack eerlijcke Borghers vrye Hier hebt ghy nu al mye, Hendricus Slatius int ghespan, Ick ben Slatius die Man, Ick ben hier totter doot benopen, Daer menich soo om heeft gheropen Om my aldus te schouwen an. Jae menich als verwoede, Heeft ghedorst nae mijn bloede Noch sprack hy stout onbevreest, Ick ben de quaetste noyt gheweest, Zoo 't blijcken sal uyt mijn Sentency Voor elck in presency, Dit sprack hy met een stouten gheest. Ick heb getracht altijt na moderacy Maer die daer souden sijn och lacy, Middelaren in dit punt, Die hebbent u misleyt en misgunt, Tis waer ick ben hier toe ghecomen, Ter schanden met onvromen, Moet ick nu sterven om dit punckt. Tgeen dat ick hier hebb' bedreven, Dat sal my Godt vergheven Dan zijt versekert met verstant, Daer hangt een plaghe over't Lant, Daer op riep al het volck ghemene Met Gods gracy hopen wy nene, Wech met den Verrader aen een kant. Men behoort hem in vier quartieren Te houwen om sijn bestieren, Die soo veel mannen heeft verleyt, Om te doen 't moordadich feyt, Aen onsen Edelen Prins verheven Te brenghen om het leven, Hem geschiet noch groote ghenadicheyt. Den Predicant Lamotius eersame Die eerst bij Slatius quame, Hy gaf hen gheen ghehoor valjant, Maer hy wees hem wech van der hant Noch vraechde Lamotius coene, Oft hy zijn ghebedt wou doene, Neen antwoorde hy constant. Dan hy woude selve Bede Maer men sach niet dat hy 't dede, Maer hy bleef al even verhart, In sijn boos voornemen verwert, Dees meester van dees verradersche fielen Tquam so veer dat hy sou knielen, Om te sterven den doot met smart. Den Scherprechter dit versinden Wou hem d'ooghen blinden, Maer hy en heeftet niet begheert, Maer hy deed' selfs metter veert, Den doeck al voor sijn ooghen Meester Gherrit al ongheloghen, Bantse achter toe al metter veert. Doen sprack dees verradersche fiele Ick beveel mijne Ziele In den Naem des Vaders onbevreest Des Zoons ende des heyligen Geest, Den Scherprechter ginck hem pogen, Hy heeft t' Swaert uyt ghetoghen, Om t'hooft t'afhouwen onbedeest. Slatius wilde sonder ghecken, Den doeck wat lagher trecken, Maer den Beul hem t'voordeel af sach Gaf hem met t'Swaert alsucken slach, Dat zijn hooft van den rompe solde, En van 't Schavot af rolde, En noch salmen u doen ghewach. Hoe sijn rechter hant ontrouwen Met dien slach is afghehouwen En sijn slincker hant oock mee, Dat sy al hingh by gheree, Dus dede God daer een teecken, Voor alle menschen wreecken, Thoond' dat men hem sulcke gracy de. Doen sachmen daer sonder letten Zijn lichaem op een rat setten En t'hooft op eenen staeck ghestelt, Als sulcken verrader vermelt Den tweeden t'was om te schromen, Doen is daer voort ghecomen, Jan Blanckert van Leyden verselt. Hy toonde hem als de bedroefde Want hem sulcks wel behoefde, En hy sprack voor al t'volck saen Heb ick yemant yet misdaen, Met woorden oft wercken bedreven, Och wiltet my doch vergheven. Ja, Ja, riep al het volck seer saen. Noch sprack hy dese reden Och wilt doch voor mijn beden En hy dede oock zijn ghebedt, Trock een root mutsjen over d'oogen net Den Scherprechter sonder flouwen Heeft hem t'hooft afghehouwen Aen een sijde toeghedeckt gheset. Den derden Abraham Blanckaert Die oock mede als Janckaert Op 't Schavot thoonde groot berou Ghy vrome Borgers ick heb een Vrou En vijf kinderen bij desen Wilt haer niet verwijtich wesen: Dat ick moet sterven met vergrou. Om den Prins te brenghen om 't leven Ginck ick my noyt begheven, Noch my daer oock niet toe gheneert Dan wy sochten metter veert Den Secretaris sonder lieghen Meenden wy te bedrieghen Die ons sulcx heeft aen ghepresenteert. Als hy ghe-eyndicht had zijn reden Doen heeft hy selfs ghebeden Doen riep hy ten anderen mael Teghen d'omstaenders generael Och willet my al vergheven Heb ick yemant misdaen in mijn leven Daer op riepen sy jae princepael. Doen ginck hy daer neder kniele Bevelende Godt zijn Ziele, En in Godts handen zijnen Gheest, Den Scherprechter onbevreest Heeft hem voor Mans en Vrouwen Den hals daer afghehouwen Dattet hooft ter Aerde viel bedeest. Doen gingen sy sonder ghecken Zijn Lichaem me toedecken, En gheleyt mee aen deen sy Ten vierden quam Willem Party, Op 't Schavot is hy ghecomen En hy sprak sonder schromen O ghy vrome Burgers hoort na my. Ick en sochte den Prins verheven Noyt te brenghen om t'leven, Maer ick meende te bedrieghen wis, Van Bleyswijck Secretarius, Als hy ons t'ghelt hadde ghegheven Wy trocken sonder sneven, Al nae des 's Gravenhaghe fris. Op den wech waren wy ghecomen Doen hebben wy vernomen, Dat d'Aenslagh was gheopenbaert, Doen vluchten wy wech beswaert, Ende noch meer andere reden Die hy t'volck daer dede Als in zijn Sentencie wert verclaert. Doen nam hy oorlof onbeladen Legghen hier mijn Cameraden, Daer mee meende hy die andere dry Die ghepasseert waren d'Justicy Laetse my sien sonder treuren Ten mocht hem niet ghebeuren Ter doot begaf hem Willem Party: Doen ginck hy daer neder kniele Bevelende Godt zijn Ziele Vader in u handt beveel ick mijn Geest, Riep hy voor t'volck minst en meest, Een root Mutsjen trock hy over d'oogen Den Beul heeftet sweert uytghetoghen, En sloech hem 't hooft af seer onbevreest. Jan en Abraham Willem Pertye, Die werden noch alle drye, Daer begraven in de aert, Jonck en out vermaert, Waer ghy zijt by daegh, en nachten, Bidt Godt om goede ghedachten Dat hy u van alle quaet bewaert. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> God will you lead her soul On the fifth day in May There were four judged, Mercifully with the sword, In The Hague Oh it is to commiserate That their thoughts were wrong. In the morning between eight and nine hours, These four were with sadness, Brought to the Court or upon the Hall, Upon the principal pulley, There her sentence was read For each present, Of their misdeeds in a court hearing. Their misdeeds were read to them, And there sentenced to death, Then they were again led, To the prison ahead, And there to, without shame One came before Upon the scaffold growing wide. The first Slatius, famous for evil, Soon came upon the scaffold, To die the death there, Because of his bad, evil misdeeds, His hands were unchained, This he still enjoyed To free and freely speak plainly. He went and stood recalcitrant, Very cruelly tyrannical, He saw to and fro, And spoke before all the folk, These words without restraints, He has already spoken them, As this song relates to you. He spoke: honest, free citizens, Here you have me now, Hendrick Slatius in custody, I am Slatius, that man, I am here confined to death, Which many have called for To look upon me thus. Yes many, frantically, Thirsted after my blood Still he spoke daringly unafraid: I have never been the worst, So it will become clear from my sentence. For each present, This he spoke with an audacious mind. I have always attempted to be moderate But those who would be there, oh unfortunately, Mediators on this point, They have misled and begrudged you, It is true I have come to this, To shame with ungodly [people], But I will now die for this point. That which I have practiced here, That God shall forgive me Then be assured with sense, There hangs a plague over the land. Thereupon all the folk cried together With God’s grace we hope not Away with the traitor, away. They should hew him into four quarters for his misleading, Which has tempted so many men, To do the murderous fact, To kill our elevated noble Prince, No great mercy will befall him. The preacher Lamotius, honourable, Who first came to Slatius, He valiantly gave them no hearing, But he rejected him, Nevertheless the valorous Lamotius asked If he wanted to do his prayers, No, he answered constantly. Then he wanted to pray himself, But people did not see him do it, But he remained constantly hardened, Tangled up in his evil intent, This master of these treacherous rogues It came to the point where he kneeled, To die the death with sorrow. The executioner understanding this Wanted to cover his eyes, But he did not want that, But he himself with speed, did The cloth before his eyes, Master Gerrit truthfully Bound [it] at the back with speed. Then spoke this treacherous rogue I fearlessly command my soul In the name of the Father, The Son and the holy Ghost, The executioner prepared himself, He has displayed the sword, To brazenly sever the head. Slatius wanted, earnestly, To pull the cloth a bit lower, But the executioner, preventing him from this benefit, Gave him such a strike with the sword, That his head rolled from his torso, And [it] rolled off the scaffold, And still people will report it to you. How his right hand unfaithfully With that swing was hewn off And also with his left hand, That they already hung by [their] desire, So did God give a sign there, For all avenging people, Showing that He gave him such grace. Then they without delay Put his body on the wheel And the head put on a pike, Like such a traitor states The second, it was shameful, Then there came forth, Jan Blanckert from Leyden. He showed himself as the sad [one] Because such befitted him And he soon spoke before all the people Have I misdone anything to anyone, Done with words or actions, Oh will you then forgive me. Yes, Yes, all the people called soon. Then he spoke this speech Oh will you pray for me And he too did his prayers, Neatly pulled a red cap over the eyes The executioner without flaws Has severed his head [and] put it covered on one side. The third Abraham Blanckaert Who likewise also like a crying man Upon the scaffold showed great remorse You pious citizens, I have a wife And five children at this time Will you not reproach her: That I must die with fear. To kill the Prince I never went to do Nor have I been inclined thereto That we sought with speed Without lies, the Secretary We thought to deceive Who presented us as such. When he ended his speech Then he prayed himself Then he called again To the general bystanders Oh will you then forgive me Have I misdone anything to anyone in my life Thereupon they called principally yes. Then he went and kneeled down there Commanding to God his soul, And in God’s hands his spirit, The executioner unafraid Has, in front of men and women, Severed his neck there That his head fell to Earth timidly. Then they went earnestly To cover his body And lay it on the side Fourth came Willem Party, Upon the scaffold he came And he spoke without fear Oh you pious citizens hear me. I never sought to kill the elevated Prince, But I thought to cheat truly, Van Bleyswijck’s Secretary, Since he had given us money We went without scruples Then briskly to The Hague. We were coming upon the road When we learned That the attempt had been revealed, Then we fled away encumbered And for more other reasons Than which he gave the people there Than in his sentencing was explained. Then he, unburdened, took license Lying here my comrades, There he thought those other three Who had passed by the Law Let me see without sadness It could not happen to him To death gave himself Willem Party: Then he went down upon his knees Commanding to God his soul Father in your hand I command my soul He called for the people, low and high, A red cap he pulled over the eyes The executioner has displayed the sword, And slew off his head very unafraid. Jan and Abraham Willem Pertye, They were then all three, Buried there in the earth, Young and old infamous, Where you are by day and nights, Pray God for good thoughts That he keeps you safe from all evil. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Date Date of ballad 1623 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events 1. ‘sinnen’ could also be translated to ‘mind’ or ‘wants’ 2. In early-modern Dutch, the phrase ‘te sterven den doot’ (or any variation thereof) is commonly found, especially in prose and poetry. 3. The first ‘free’ refers to his state as unchained and thus free, the second ‘free’ refers to his manner of speaking. 4. ‘bloot’ literally translates to ‘naked’ 5. These two line literally translate to “To our noble Prince elevated / to kill” (‘brenghen om het leven’ is a Dutch phrase meaning ‘to kill’). 6. The crowd 7. Being Slatius who rejects the preacher. 8. ‘van de hand wijsen’ is a Dutch saying meaning ‘to reject’ or ‘to veto,’ ‘to disapprove.’ 9. The executioner 10. I moved ‘onbevreest’ from the following line here for syntactic reasons. 11. The word ‘verselt’ is a verb which means ‘to sell’ but within the context of the text this makes little sense. Image notice Full size images of all song sheets available at the bottom of this page. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad The Arminian preacher Hendrick Danielsz. Slatius (1585-1623) was one of the conspirators in the failed attempt to assassinate Maurits of Nassau, Prince of Orange, in 1623. A heated theological and political conflict had raged in the Low Countries between the Arminians (from 1610 also called Remonstrants) and Gomarists for more than a decade when it came to a head with the Synod of Dort (1618/19), which decided in favour of the Gomarists. The Synod led to the 1619 execution of the Republic's greatest statesman Johan van Oldenbarnevelt, who had supported the Arminian cause. In revenge his sons Reinier and Willem conspired to assassinate the (Gomarist) Dutch stadholder Maurits of Nassau, Prince of Orange. Other prominent members of Dutch society who had political, religious or personal grudges against the Prince lent their support. The plot was betrayed in February 1623, and the conspirators arrested and executed from March to May. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/d9271e49a0fe3d84b02543831e606d55.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="350" height="500"></iframe><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/60c117f2baa645f31d010803fbd72d8e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="350" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Leiden UB (MNL): 1197 G 85. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=164109">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. O Holland schoon, &c. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> 1. Wat tyding komt van de Kaep, In Amsteldam te voren: Van menig Goddelooze knaep; Als u dit Lied doet hooren. Op Duynenburg is het geschied, Als u vermelden gaet dit Lied, Daer veele Muytelingen, Verkeerde wegen gingen. 2. 't Schip daer het Muyten zou geschien Heet Duynenburg in deezen, Als wy in de Zententie zien: Wel waerdig om te Leezen, Het was een zaem gerot getal Van tweemael elve met hun al, Die tegens wil en wetten: Zig zamen zo verzetten. 3 Het hoof van deeze Muytery; Een Fielt van alle Fielen, Zogt veel Booswigten op zyn zy Om alles te vernielen, Zyn Naem verander met terstond, Van Paradys in een Helhond: Of Beelzebub dien snoode; Kend geene God der Goden. 4. Het kwade Schelmstuk snood bedagt; Moest men niet doen by Dagen, Maer 's Nagts al by de Rondewagt? De Stuurman eerst geslagen; Met Knuppel-Kogels zo verwoed; Dat hy dood viel op staende voet, En voorts aen 't massacreeren, Die hem niet kon verweeren. 5. ô Menschen hoor, ik eys, ik eys, Als ik de tael kom lezen, Van dezen Booswigt Paradys: Een Atheist in deezen, In schelmeryen opgegroeyt: En een Conscientie toegeschroeyt: Zoo had hy God verlooren? Den duyvel uitverkooren. 6. Dien helsche Pharo wierd gestut: In deeze quade stukken, 't Sy op 't Dek of by de Huc, Soo dat het niet kwam lukken: Twee der Cimplicen vielen af, Wy willig zonder pyn en straf, Terwyl de worm kwam knagen, Om 't opregt voor te dragen. 7. Maer zie de Godheid groot in daed, En vol Regtvaerdigheden, Die stuit dit Helsch vervloekte kwaed: En grypt de Argelistigheden Soo dat volgens zyn tael en woord, De raed der Boozen werd verstoord? Dat zy niet uit en regten, Hoe zeer zy willen vegten. 8. Met vatze alle by den Kop, En sluytze in de Keeten: En brengtze al gevangen op: De Regter wys gezeten! Aen Cabo of de Goede Hoop, En maekt van drie hun Levensloop? Een eind hoe zeer zy wroeten? Met stroppen en Koevoeten. 9 De Regter die 'k wys erken, Den eerste deed Ledebraken, Syn hooft gekapt voorts op een pen, Als Straf van zulke zaken, Twee zag men hangen aan een strop, Moordmessen boven hunne kop And're geess'len brandmerken, In Ketens zwaer te werken. 10 Men prys de heil'ge Majesteid, En het Justitie houden, Een spiegel diend het voorgeleid; Soo wel aen Jong als Ouden? Het zy Matroozen of Soldaet, En wie hem op de hielen gaet, Van baer en strom begeven, Om in zyn Post te leven. 11. Had Nyenburg dat ongeluk: Men dagd 't zou daer by blyven, Maer neen, op Duynenburg het Stuk: Nog bozer, komt men schryven: Uit Crand en uit Sententie blykt: Dat het 't eerste haest geleikt, Dog Godt zeer groot in daden, Beletten zulk een kwade, 12. Ag spiegeld u 't geen is geschied, Gy die de See gaet bouwen, Op God in al u varen ziet: Soo blyft gy wis behouwen, En ga geen slinkze wegen in, Leeft als de Bey niet als de Spin, En zoek het zoet te lezen: Dan word gy steeds geprezen. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> What tidings come from the Cape, To the fore in Amsterdam: Of many a Godless young man; If you listen to this song. Upon Duynenburg it happened, Like it will be stated in this song, There many mutineers, Went the wrong way. The ship upon which the mutiny would happen This is called Duynenburg, As we see in the sentencing: Well worth it to read, It was a great number Of two times eleven altogether, Who against will and laws: Together thus resisted. The head of this mutiny; A rogue of all rogues, Sought many villains by his side To destroy everything, His name changed instantly From Paradise into a Hellhound: Or Beelzebub, that evil one; Knows no God of Gods. The evil roguery insidiously concocted; They must not do it by day, But at night during the patrol? The skipper first beaten; With cudgels so furiously; That he fell dead immediately, And forthwith massacre, Whoever could not defend himself. Oh people hear, I demand, I demand, When I come to read the language, Of this villain’s Paradise: This is an atheist, Raised in rogueries: And a singed conscience: So he had lost God? Chosen the devil. That hellish Pharaoh was stopped: In these evil pieces, It be on deck or by the hut, So that it did not succeed: Two of the simpletons dropped out Voluntarily without pain and punishment, Whilst the worm came to gnaw, To propose it sincerely. But see the deity great in deeds, And full of Justices, Who stops this hellish, cursed evil: And takes the evil predisposition So that according to his language and word, The council of the evil was disrupted? That they could not perform, How much they want to fight. They were all taken by the head, And locked in chains: And took them captured: The judge had been wise! In Cabo or the Good Hope, And make from three the life cycles? An end however much they grub? With nooses and crowbars. The judge whom I acknowledge wisely, The first ordered his limbs to be broken, His head cut and put upon a spike, As punishment for such actions, Two people saw hang by the noose, Murder-knives above their heads Others tortured, branded, To work in heavy chains. People praise the holy Majesty, And maintaining justice, A mirror has been presented; Both to young and old? Be they sailors or soldier, And who would follow in his footsteps, Forsaken by salvation and greatness, To live in his post. Nyenburg had that misfortune: People thought that would be the end of it, But no, upon Duynenburg the piece: Even more evil, people came to write: From newspaper and from the sentence appears: That it almost mirrors the first, Though God, very great in deeds, Prevented such an evil, Oh reflect upon what has happened, You who will go to sea, Build upon God in all your voyages: So you will remain wise, And will not go into devious ways, Live like the bee not like the spider, And seek the sweet reading: Then you will be continuously praised. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Ship mutiny in Amsterdam, 1766. Date Date of ballad 1769 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events "Translation Notes: 1. ‘op de hielen gaan’ is a Dutch saying meaning ‘following your footsteps’ " Image notice Full size images of all song 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 Toe-zang: Wat tyding komt van de Kaep, / In Amsteldam te voren Dutch ship mutiny https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b3bf1fc8015d84166c48d4995e39866a.pdf 2ffa0756cb66e16b2d345182437cb6fc https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/da33824ba562e5dd7d55a8cc753b0ca6.pdf 769a12e76e30feb83026b23a146c276d https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/70e3ded78b3c00e6540afb0deb0cab55.pdf 230fe0ae6c624ba6f6c4e862c1e8ab6f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9ae34cc19bdd1ffbcbd490f44952375a.pdf 15fd05f027554412fd38f25256282a0c 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b3bf1fc8015d84166c48d4995e39866a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="500"></iframe><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/da33824ba562e5dd7d55a8cc753b0ca6.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Amsterdam MI: 3978 1 c ME Willems. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=122840">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Composer of Ballad J. F. Willems Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> 1 Wilder dan wilt wie sal my temmen Placht ick te roepen vroech en laet Ick mach wel singen met droevige stemmen Dat my fortuna tegen gaet. 2 My docht ik soude wel hebben gevlogen Als eenen vogel in de locht; Nu heb ick vrouw Venus borsten gesogen: De liefde heeft my in lyden gebrocht. 3 Haer amoureusheyt, haer vrindelyck wesen, Haer lippekens root als een corael, Haer tandekens sijn uyt gelesen, Haer stemmeken als eenen nachtegael. 4 Daer op heeft sy twee blosende kaken, Haer hairken schoonder dan een goudt, Twee schoon bruyn oogkens die vierich blaken: Sy hert verheucht hem diese aenschoudt. 5 Haer handekens witter dan abast, Haer nagelkens sijn seer fraey gesnoyt, Myn hart verheucht als ickse tast, Soo isser de liefde allenskens gegroyt. 6 Sy is er seer fraey en net van leden, Haer halsken witter dan een swaen, Haer borstkens ront ende wel besneden, Als een godinne siet men se gaen. 7 Alle haer vrindelycke treken, En haer amoureus gelaet, Hebben mijn ionck herteken soo ontsteken Dat ick nu ben heel desolaet. 8 By alle haer goede gratie Soo heeft zy noch een dobbel hert; Want ick lyde tot deser spatie Om harent wille droefheyt en smert. 9 Schoon lief wilt doch eens overpeysen Dat ick heb uwen mond gecust: En dickwils tot diversche reysen Heb(d)y mijnen brant geblust. 10 Maer hoe cont gy my nu doen vangen, Waer heb ick dat aen u verdient? Gy woudt wel dat ick waer gehangen: Ick placht te wesen uwen vrient. 11 Schoon lief, is dit mijn recompense? Gy hebt my doen ter vierschaer gaen Vier of vijf werf, om mijn sentense, Daer ick vijf uren heb lang gestaen. 12 Schoon lief, als gy dat volck siet loopen, En gy hoort dat ick sterven moet, Soo compt met eenen stoope gelopen, Versaet u lief met mijnen bloet! 13 Die doot en soude ick niet beclagen Dat sy my door een ander quaem; Maer nu valtse my swaer om dragen, Om dattet, lief, compt door uwen naem. 14 Schoon lief, wat sijt gy voor een vrouwe? Hoe heeft u Nero soo verblint? Gy woudt wel dat men sijn hooft af houwe Die gy hadt neffens Godt bemint. 15 Waer is nu allen u caresse? Waer is nu soo menigen eet? Gy swoert te wesen mijn maitresse, Wie dattet lief was oft leet; 16 Ja om vader oft om moeder, Oft om mijnen naen (naem) voordaen, Noch om suster noch om broeder, U schoon lief niet af te staen. 17 Wat baten my u sneeuwitte handen Al sijn sy suyver en delicaet? Gy deckt my eer gy ontdeckt mijn schande, Gy schrijft daermede mijn misdaet. 18 Maer als ick peyse op dese schoon woorden, Waermede dat gy my hebt verdooft: Maer nu toondy my sulcken discorde! Och lief! ick en haddet noyt gelooft! 19 Lief, 't waer een schande dat ickt sou verhalen, Hoe dat wy met malkanderen staen; Maer nu comdy my beswaren! 't En is, schoon lief, niet wel gedaen. 20 Maer nu gy my hebt versleten, Als eenen bessem, daer men mede keert, Maer nu ontdeckt gy mijn secreten! Gy hebt my doen enielen voor het sweert. 21 Wat baten my u blosende kaken? Wat baten my u bruyn oogen claer? Want met u tonge gaet gy my laecken: Gy woudt dat ick ontleden waer. 22 Ist dat sy mijn hooft afhouen, Ick en ben daerom schelm of dief; Ick sterf ter eeren van eender vrouwe: Maer schoon ionge vrouwen die heb ick lief. 23 Oorlof, prince, adieu ten lesten, My dunckt dat ick sterven moet. My siele hoort Godt, het lijf is ten besten: 't Is mijn lieveken diet my doet. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> Wilder than wild, who will tame me I plead to call early and late I may sing with a sad voice That fortune goes against me Methought I would have flown Like a bird in the sky Now I have suckled lady Venus’ breast The love has brought me into suffering Her amours, her friendly being, Her lips red like coral, Her teeth are straight, Her voice like a nightingale. Furthermore she has two blushing cheeks, Her hair more beautiful than gold, Two beautiful brown eyes that shine fiery: His heart rejoiced seeing this one. Her hands whiter than alabaster, Her nails are very well cut, My heart rejoices when I touch [her], So the love has steadily grown. She is very fine and neat of features, Her neck whiter than a swan, Her breasts round and well-shaped, Like a goddess, men see them go. All her friendly mannerisms, And her amorous face, Have ignited my young heart so That I am now very desolate. By all her good grace So she also has a double heart; Because I am suffering to this extent Because of her, sadness and sorrow. Beautiful love, would you just overthink That I have kissed your mouth: And often upon varying occasions You have quenched my fire. But how could you have me captured, What did I do to deserve this from you? You would want me to be hanged: I try to be your friend. Beautiful love, is this my recompense? You have made me go to a tribunal Four or five times, for my sentencing, Where I have stood five hours long. Beautiful love, when you see those folk walking, And hear that I must die, So came walking with a barrel, Satiate yourself, love, with my blood! I would not commiserate death If she was caused by someone else; But now she falls heavy [on me] to bear, Because, love, it is due to your name. Beautiful love, what kind of woman are you? How has Nero blinded you so? You would want people to hew off his head Whom you had loved beside God. Where is now just your caress? Where is now so many an oath? You swore to be my mistress, Whether it was in love or suffering; Yes nor for father or for mother, Or for my name henceforth, Nor for sister nor for brother, Your beautiful love did not yield. How do your snow-white hands benefit me Even though they are pure and delicate? You cover me before you uncover my shame, You thereby write my crime. But if I meditate upon these pleasing words, With which you have sedated me: But now you showed me such discord! Oh love! I had never believed it! Love, it is truly a shame that I would relate, How we relate to one another; But now you come to accuse me! And it is, beautiful love, not well done. But now that you have worn me out, Like a broom, with which people turn around, Now you uncover my secrets! You have made me kneel before the sword. How do your blushing cheeks benefit me? How do your clear, brown eyes benefit me? Because with your tongue you will suck my blood: You want me to be dissected. It is that they hew off my head That is why I am a rogue or thief; I die in honour of a woman: But beautiful, young women, I love them. Praise, prince, adieu at last, Methinks that I must die, My soul belongs to God, the body is its best: It is my loved one who does this to me. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Date Date of ballad 1848 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events [Liedekenboek met emblemata geschreven in 1635; handschrift toebehoord hebbende aen Willems, thans berustende in de koninklyke bibliotheek te Brussel. By de muziek, uit den Gedenkklang, 170, getrokken, verwyst Willems naer den Blydenberg, bl. 88 en 93, en naer Camphuysen, bl. 136. Dit lied, hetwelk eene rederykers pen uit de 16e eeuw verraedt, wordt thans nog te Audenaerde gezongen.] Translation Notes: 1. ‘kaken’ literally translates to ‘jaws’ 2. ‘spatie’ literally translates to ‘space’ but in this context it’s likely to refer to the extent of his suffering 3. ‘reysen’ refers to ‘travelling’ but can also refer to the preparation and occasion of the travelling. In this context, ‘occasion’ fits better than ‘travelling.’ 4. ‘laecken’ literally means ‘sheet,’ however, it is also used to refer to ‘shroud’ or to a ‘leech’ (though this last meaning is no longer extant in the present-day). Image notice Full size images of all song 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 LXXXIX. KLAGT VAN EENE VEROORDEELDE Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b1077a55dc3b00c8b9345a3c442a63f6.pdf 4d6918d16677c725e914879f0eb8fa3b 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle alias JACO, dewelke om zyn menigvuldige Dievereyen, Straatschendereye; en Moorderye, van ondere op levendig zal Gerabraakt en zyn hoofd vervolgens met een Byl afgeslagen worden, dan na de Vogelwyk gebragt, zyn ligchaam op een rad, en zyn hoofd op een Pen gezet. 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Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. ô Wereld vol van Overdaad. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> JACOB MULLER, alias JACO, Gerabraakt. Nu ben ik in een droeve staat, Ik mag met regt wel klagen Ik werd van elk gebaat, Myn lyden is te groot, My naderd nu de dood; Ik zit in groote nood, Ik zit in groote nood. Wat helpt nu al myn moedigheld, En myn vrymoedig spreken: Wat helpt nu al de tyd, Die ik verwerf o Goon, Sterf ik nu duizend doon, En wagt in ‘t kort nu loon, &c. Ik heb myn eigen val gezogt; Wat hulp myn ‘s Gravenhage, Daar ik weird heen gebrogt, Hoe is myn hart verschrikt, Ik heb myn zelf verstikt, En myn in ‘t kwaad gewikt, &c. Den Hemel die altyd ‘t kwaad En snoode gruwelheden, Niet ougestraft en laat, Sehynt myn te dryven ach! Wie stort ik myn geklag, ô, Ongehoorde flag, &c. Die myn door hart en ziel heen ging Doen ik in ‘s Gravenhage, Myn vonnis kort ontving, Ik moet ô droevig Lot Gerabraakt op ‘t Schavot, Vorrr jeder een ten spot. Heb ik dan zoo veel kwaad gedaan Dat men myn hoofd daar nog, Zal van liet Ligchaam slaan, Ik moet te regt gesteld, Myn vonnis is geveld, Geen plyten nu meer geld, &c. Gerabraakt Gode en terwyl Ik levent voel die pynen, Met een Scherpregters Byl, Myn hals daar afgesneen; Hoe werd myn ziel bestreen. Door klagte en geween. &c. Myn boeijes viele lastig zwaar Die ik heb moeten dragen, Die nu nog droever maar; Te sterven door beuls hand, Voor al de Wereld schand, Ik ga ten Offerhand, &c. Ik geef myn over aan ‘t geregt, Ik kan het niet ontvlugten, De dood myn aangezegt, Die smaal ik met geduld, De tyd is haast vervuld, O Heer; vergest myn schuld, Neem doch een spiegel mensche al, Het kwaad dat loond zyn meester, En brengt ons tot een val; Weest nooit zoo zeer verblind, Dat gy het kwaad bemind, Wyl men zyn loon haast vind, Wyl men zyn loon haast vind. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> Jacob Muller, alias Jaco, broken on the wheel. Now I am in a sad state, I may rightly complain I was from every benefit, My suffering is too great, Death now approaches me; I am in great need, I am in great need. How does all my courage help me now, And my bold speaking: How does all the time help me now, Which I gain, oh Gods, I now die a thousand deaths, And I await payment shortly, &c. I have sought my own trap; What helps me [in] The Hague, There I was brought to, How is my heart frightened, I have suffocated myself, And weighed me in evil, &c. The Heaven which never leaves unpunished evil and sinister atrocities, Appears to drive me, oh! Upon who do I deposit my complaints, Oh, unheard flag, &c. Which went through my heart and soul When I, in The Hague, Received my sentence shortly, I must be, oh sad Fate, Geradbraakt upon the scaffold, Ridiculed before everyone. Have I then done so much evil That people will also have my head be hewed off from my body I must be executed, My verdict has been passed, No more pleading matters now, &c. Geradbraakt Gods, and whilst I feel those pains alive, With an executioner’s axe, My neck was cut off; How my soul was contested By complaints and crying, &c. My shackles were difficultly heavy Which I must now bear, Which is sadder still; To die by executioner’s hand, Shamed before all the World, I will be sacrificed, &c. I submit myself to the justice, I cannot escape it, Death is my view, Which I lessen with patience, Time is almost up, Oh Lord; forgive my guilt, Take but a mirror, all people, The evil rewards its master, And brings us to a fall; Never be so much blinded, That you love evil, Whilst people always pay the price, Whilst people always pay the price. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Jacob Muller aka Jaco the murderer Date Date of ballad 1718 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Translation Notes: 1. In the text it reads ‘always does not’ 2. The first three lines of this stanza needed grammatical rearrangement in English and are thus translated into a single line. 3. ‘flag’ (a different spelling from ‘vlag’) does not appear to have any other metaphorical meanings other than that it may indicate anything ‘flag-shaped’ (i.e. rectangular). 4. Literal translation would be ‘whilst people their payment always find,’ which invokes the Dutch saying ‘boontje komt op zijn loontje’ (‘what goes around comes around’). In this context, however, ‘loon’ (what one deserves or what one is paid) implies that the one who loves evil will always pay the price for it. Image notice Full size image/s 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 Zententie of droevig Beklag, van een Misdadiger; dewelke op zaturdag, zynde den 6 Augustus 1718 zal sterven, met Namen JACOB MULLER Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b189f0ab41fc8ea349691b900ddba453.pdf 3a5c51059bebc32af6704f376b3eba4e https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f6a8d9f8ee9aa424b030c86294bccdd9.pdf 04739e03a95185ef5f8666ee8ba33658 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b189f0ab41fc8ea349691b900ddba453.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="250" height="350"></iframe><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f6a8d9f8ee9aa424b030c86294bccdd9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="250" height="350"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Den Haag, Koninklijke Bibliotheek: 30 C 31. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=183522">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Wys: Ach, hoe rold het Mavors leven. of Zingen wy tot Zoutman's Glorie. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> D. Zon der Vryheid, neêrgezonken, Verkwikt ons hart niet als wel eer, Zy doet ons borst niet meer ontvonken, Helaas! de Vryheid legt ter neêr. Haar Helden zyn haar thans onttoogen; Weg nu Vryheid's Speer en Hoed, Weg met al uw groot vermogen, De Dwing'land lacht om 's Volks Invloed. Die voor Vryheid durfde spreeken, En pal staan voor het Vaderland, Ziet men door geheime streeken, Op het godloost, aangerand; Alva's Bloed-Raad zit gespannen, Met den Dwingland in den Raad, Die, na zaamgesm-edde plannen, De Bloem des Volks ter neder slaat Heet dit nu, u Recht verschaffen? Zeg? gy Monsters van de Aard'! Weet, dat Godt u eens zal straffen, Schoon Hy nog zyn Toorn spaard. Ga maar voort, ô Burger-beulen, Verdelg elk ieder Patriot, Wilt hem vry ter Siagtbank seulen, Recht verschaft gewis ons God Ja U! zal hy Recht verschaffen, Lyders der Oprechtste Zaak! Eens zal hy dat Vloekrot straffen, Voldaan zien uw gerechte Wraak; Al moet ge in Ballingschap nu zwerven, In ketens zuchten - edel kroost! God doet d'Onschuld nooit verderven, Dan voor een tyd, - weest maar getroost. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> The sun of freedom sunk down, Does not revive our heart like before, She no longer ignites out chest, Unfortunately! Freedom is lying down, Her heroes have been taken from her Gone now is Freedom’s Spear and Hat, Away with all your great abilities, The Represser laughs about the people’s influence. Who dared to speak in favour of Freedom, And stood right in front of the Fatherland, People see, by means of secret plots, [them] most godlessly assaulted; Alva’s Blood-Council sits tensely, With the Represser in the Council, Which, after plans they made together, Beat down the Flower of the People Is this called providing Justice? Say? You Monsters of the Earth! Know, that God will punish you at some point, Though He still saves his wrath. Go forth, oh citizen-killers, Exterminate every and each Patriot, Drag him free to the slaughterhouse, Justice is surely provided to us by God Yes you! He will provide Justice to, Sufferers of the Justified Cause! Once he will punish those Cursed people, Will see satisfied your justified Vengeance; Even if you must now dole in Exile, Sigh in chains – noble offspring! God never spoils Innocence, Then for some time – be comforted. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Date Date of ballad 1789 Image notice Full size image/s 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 ZANG: Zon der Vryheid, neêrgezonken Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/75068ee9acf35bcd488d4b4ad58b5b92.png 382c72154132ec235905d62008bf4bda https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/541d7644f5c3c203509e93aa1945b2d4.pdf 1623f84f5e16d00204ae7c72c1354cd0 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle heeft Vermoort, in haer Huys, de welcke was dienende als Cameriere, binnen de Stadt van Ghendt, op den 20. Januarij. 1655. ende wordt ghejusticiert den de Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/75068ee9acf35bcd488d4b4ad58b5b92.png" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Gent UB: G 1343. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=36484&lan=nl">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Available from <a href="https://books.google.nl/books?id=CBEVAAAAQAAJ&pg=PP1&hl=nl#v=onepage&q&f=true">Google Books</a> - Een waerachtich nieuw liedeken van een jonghe dochter die d'edele mevrouwe baronesse van Eeckelsbeke, heeft vermoort in haer huys, de welcke was dienende als cameriere binnen de stadt van Gendt, op den 20. Januarij 1655. ende wordt gheiusticiert den derden maert, ghedruckt by Bauduijn Manilius, 1655 Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Op eenen Sincxen avondt, &c. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> Alsmen nu vijf-en-vijftich schreef, In Lauwe bouen duyst zes hondert, Een Camenier een Moort bedreef, [D]aer van dat jeder was verwondert, [T]'was een seer cloecke, net en reen, Maer moest wel he'n, een hert van steen. Mevrouvve Triest, de Douagier, [V]an den Baron van Eeckelsbeke, [D]ie quam al in des doodts dangier, [D]oor Petronelle van Tallebeke, [D]ie van Maria-lierde was, Een zeker trots een snoot ghebras. Het fondament van dese Moort, Was spruytende uyt dese reden, S'had' over weynich daeghen g'hoort, Dat sy uyt haeren dienst moest treden, Hier uyt quam t'hert in zulck gheroer, Dat sy haers Vrouwens doot doen swoer, Met dit opset zoo staet zy op, Tusschen den vieren en den vijfuen, Sy neemt een mes met dullen cop, Om haer Mevrouwe te af-lyuen: Sijnd' in Salet by t'ledecant Steeckt haer naer t'hert van alle cant. Dees Camenier vertrack haer wat, Meynde dat Moort al was gheropen, Maer zoo Mevrouwe noch kloekich was, Heeft naer de veynsteren ghecropen; Daer uyt heeft sy gheroepen moort, Dat sommighe lien hebben ghehoort. Naer dit sy comt met t'mes weerom, Schiet aen Mevrouw, als een vailande, Mevrouw' die vattet mes wel vrom, [M]aer sy, sy trackt haer door den handt, [E]n teghen t'smeeken en ghebeen Heeft haer Mevrouwens Keel door sneen. Mevrouw nu ghequest zoo fel Sy hadt ghelijck nu al ten buyte: Eenich ghebueren belden wel, Maer sy, sy keeck ter venster uytte, So dat het volck van daer ontrent Va[n] haer ontfinck contentement. En als Mevrouwe nu was doot Sy dachte, wat sy voorts sou maken, Sy naeyt haer met een haeste groote, Al in een zeer groot slaep-laecken, En heeft haer uyt Salet ghesleept En heel den trap met bloet bestreept. Haer hebbende ouer de plaets, S'heeft haer in den Mes-put ghesmeten. Daer wast dats haer tracteerde laets, Gheheel en gans naer haer vermeten, Wat stroot ende wat vuylicheyt Heeft sy op't doot lichaem ghespreyt. Sy heeft naer dese Moort ghedaen, Veel dyeuery naer haer behaeghen, t'Ghen' dat haer t'zinne quem te staen Heeft sy op tijt zien uyt te draeghen, Sy hadde daer-toe goede moet Want s'had' meer als drye daeghen goet. Naer dese daeghen heeft zy vast De Vrienden som daer van ghesproken, Dat sy by nacht zijn aenghetast, Door vremde Masschers in ghebroken, Dat sy Mevrouw' ha'en wech gheleedt En haer verblint ha'en met een cleedt. Maer dit gheseg, en scheen niet waer, Om eenich different van spreken, Soo dat sy weynich tijt daer-naer In Vanghenisse wiert ghesteken, Den halsbanck door zijn onghemack Die de dat sy wel anders sprack. Sy sey: dat sy een Man was me Noemende d'ander wie zy waeren, Zoo dat ghesloten wiert de Ste Op dat zy mochten openbaren: Naer sluyten van drye daeghen ziet Men wiert het minst ghewaere niet. De Wet hier me, noch niet te vreen Naer besoigneren van vijf weken, Die is by haer weer comen treen, In halsbanck wert sy weer ghesteken: Sy seyt: ghedaen t'hebben alleen, Dat nochtans teghen reden scheen. De Wet, gheroert door dien termijn, Oordeelden haer naer corte tijden, Dat zy daer moest gheratbraecht zijn: Datmen haer Keel oock moest af-ghesnijden, Dats op een Hurde inde Stadt Ghesleept moest zijn, en oock naert Radt. Dit Recht was op de Coren-merct Tot Ghendt, een ure voor den eenen: Den eersten slach had' sy op t'hert, En acht op arms ende beenen: En creech door haere Keel een sne Daer-naer ghesleept naer Meulesté. Lof, sy Stierfcloeck met goet berouw Voor haere sonden groot-mis-dadigh, Meysen ende Knecht zijt toch ghetrouw, Ane Meester ende Vrouw ghestaedich, Soo sult ghy doen naer Paulus leer En oock behaeghen Godt den Heer. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> When one wrote fifty-five, A chambermaid committed a murder, About which everyone was astonished, It was a very bright, decent, and pure [man], But [he] must have had a heart of stone. The Lady sad, the daughter, Of the Baron of Eeckelsbeke, Who had already been in danger of death, By Petronelle of Tallebeke, Who came from Maria-lierde, A certain pride, an evil stain, The foundation of this murder, Was sprung from this reason, She had heard over a few days, That she would have to leave her service, This brought her heart in such disquiet, That she swore her Lady’s death, With this idea she stood up, Between the fourteenth and fifteenth, She took a knife with a dull point, To end her Lady: Being in the reception room at the bed Stabbed her in the heart from all sides. This chambermaid left her then, Thinking that murder was already being called, But so the Lady was still conscious, [she] crawled to the windowsill; There she cried murder, Then some folk heard it. To this she came again with the knife, Towards the Lady, [but] like a valiant [person], The Lady got hold of the knife again, But she, she pulled it from her hand, And against the begging and praying, Has slit her Lady’s throat. The Lady hurt so badly Instantly she had already outside, Some neighbours calling well, But she, she looked out of the window, So that the people around there Received reassurances from her. And as the Lady was now dead She thought, what she would now do, She sowed her, with great haste, Into a very large bedsheet, And [she] dragged her from the reception room And trailed the whole stairs with blood. Having her across the place, She had thrown her into the manure-well. There it was she was handled last, Wholly and indeed to her pride, She spread some straw and filth onto the dead body. She, after this murder, did A lot of thievery to her liking, That which she fancied, She, in time, fulfilled, She had thereto a good mind Because she had it good more than three days. After these days she already Talked to some friends there, That she had been violated in the night By strange masks, [who] broke in, That she had led the Lady away And had blinded her with a cloth. But this said, appeared not true, To speak any differently, So that she a short time after that Was put in prison, The neck chain’s discomfort Made her speak differently. She said: that she was a man Naming the others who they were, So that the place was closed So that she could reveal: After a closure of three days People did not see the truth. The Law with this not yet satisfied To the interest of five weeks, They came before her again, She was put into the neck chain again: She said she had done it alone, Which furthermore seemed without reason. The Law, touched by the term, Judged her after a short time, That she had to be broken on the wheel, That they had to slit her throat too, That [she] was to be drawn by horse into the city and to the ‘wheel’ too. This justice was done on the Korenmarkt In Ghent, an hour before one: The first blow she received on the heart, And eight on her arms and legs: And received in her throat a cut Afterwards she was drawn to the Meulsteeg. Praise, she died well with good remorse For her sins, greatly criminal, Maid and Servant do be steadily loyal, To Master and Wife, So you shall do Paul’s teachings And also please God, the Lord. Translation by Rena Bood </div> Date Date of ballad 1655 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events 1. ‘she’ refers to the chambermaid. 2. The chambermaid 3. It is likely that this phrase is referring to the chambermaid accusing others of the crime. Image notice Full size image/s 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 Een waerachtich nieuw Liedeken Van een jonghe Dochter die d'Edel Mevrouwe Baronesse van Eeckelsbeke Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c6f076118a478f10ab9290b2bd4e3552.jpeg 11c8012633a4d901b9d55f862109518b https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0f5f429809a94bbfad7821141149537a.jpeg 0ff3f2cb41f656c3a56df2ed9b165f12 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle die zijn Bootsman, Schieman en Zeilenmaker, op het Oost-Indisch schip ATION op den 18 april heeft vermoord, waarvoor hij den 14 MEI 1712 te Amsterdam is geradbraakt Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/c6f076118a478f10ab9290b2bd4e3552.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="450" height="500"></iframe><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0f5f429809a94bbfad7821141149537a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="350" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Den Haag KB: Lbl KB Wouters 31080. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=64789&lan=nl">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Het Nachtegaaltje kleine Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> O wereld vol onlusten, Wat baart gij droef gekwel. Aan menig goed mans kind, Die gij door snoode lusten, Gaat voeren naar de hel, Aan satans banden bindt, Alwaar men wordt verslind, Door knagende conscientie, Daar ziel en ligchaam schreit, In helsche penitentie, Van God verstooten leidt. Ik was verhuurd te varen, Met het schip Ation, En dat voor Bootsmansmaat, Naar Indie op de baren. Dat ik de reis begon, Ons schip dat lag paraat, In Texel dit verstaat, Ik heb afseheid genomen, Van kinders, moeder, vrouw, En ben aan boord gekomen, Daar raakte ik in rouw. Ik wou mijn kooi ophangen, In Bootsmans kamer niet, Maar dat en ging niet wel, De Bootsman met verlangen, Wou dat gedoogen niet, De Schieman ook zeer fel. En Zeilenmaker snel, Waren mijn weerpartijden, En spraken even streng, Wij zullen het niet lijden, Dat gij uw kooi daar hangt. Zij gingen mij verwijten, Nu een begane font, Al over lang geschied, Ik zwelde toen van spijt, Hoe dat het mij wel rouwt, Ik was mij zelven niet. De satan mij aanried, Dat ik mijn leed zou wreken, Al naar mijn lust en wil, En hun het hart doorsteken, Zeer heimelijk en stil. Toen zij nu gingen slapen, Een ieder in zijn mat, Toen heb ik booze fielt, Mijn tijd niet staan vergapen, Maar he gezwind en ras, Hun alle drie ontzield, En in hun kooi vernield, En met een mes doorstoken, Dat zij smoorden in hun bloed, En zoo Gods beeld gebroken, Dat mij nu zuchten doet. Ik weird terstond gegrepen. Gebonden fel en stijf. Met touwen vastgehecht, Mijn hart dat was benepen, Over het snood bedrijf, Dat ik had uitgeregt; De heeren van ‘t geregt, Lieten mij aanstonds halen, De Schout met dienaars kwam, Bragten mij zonder falen, Terstond naar Amsterdam. De Magistraat geprezen, Verhoorde mij aldaar, En ik bekende voort, Mijn vonnis werd gewezen, Om voor mijn misdaad zwaar, En mijn bedreven moord, Te straff zoo ‘t behoort, Mijn legchaam te radbraken, En ‘t hoofd gekapt van ‘t lijft. Adieu, mijn oude moeder! Die nog in wezen zijt, God troost u in ‘t verdriet, Gij waart een goed opvoedster, Al in mijn kindschen tijd, En treurt om mij zoo niet, De straf die mij geschiedt, Die zal ik willig dragen, ‘t Is hier een korten tijd, Bid toch bij nacht eu dagen, Dat God mijn ziel verblijdt. Adieu, mijn vrouw en kinderen, Mijn uurglas is vervuld, Ik schei van ‘s werelds plein, God wil uw druk verminderen, Toont u niet ongeduld, En bidt te zaam voor mijn, Wandelt voor Gods aanschijn, Benedeu op der aarde, Wacht u voor haat en nijd, Zoo zal u God vol waarde, Hoeden in eeuwigheid. Adieu, goede bekenden, En vrienden te glijk, Ik ben ter dood gereed, Ik ga tot God mij wenden, Mijn misdaad doet mij leed, Mijn ziel en ligchaam schreit, Ik weet mijn nur en tijd. Die is op ‘t end bevonden, O Jezus! Godes Zoon! Wasch mij in uwe wonden, En maak mij rein en schoon. Ik hoop op uw genade, Schoon dat mijn zonden al, Liggen zeer naakt en bloot, Uw straffen op mij laden, Mij toch niet scheiden zal, Van uw genade groot. U lust geen zondaars dood, Maar dat zij zich bekeeren. O Heer! bekeer Gij mij, Opdat ik ter uwe eer, Eens eenwig bij U zij. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> Oh world full of discomforts, What sad suffering do you bear. To many good man’s child, Who you, due to evil lusts, Will transfer to hell, Bind to Satan’s chains, Before being devoured, By a gnawing conscience, There soul and body cry, In hellish penitence, Cast away from God. I was hired to sail, With the ship Ation, And that as boatswain’s mate, To India for the first tim, That I started my travels, Our ship lay ready, In Texel that is, I took my leave, From children, mother, wife, And coming aboard, There I went into mourning. I wanted to hang my hammock up, Not in the boatswain’s room, But that did not work out, The skipper with desire, Did not want to allow that, The second boatswain was very fierce too. And the sailmaker quick, Were my opposition, And spoke equally stern, We will not suffer it, That you hang your hammock there. They began to reproach me, Now a committed mistake, Already long done, I swelled then with sorrow, How much I regretted it, I was not myself. The Satan called to me, That I would avenge my suffering, To my desire and will, And penetrate their heart, Very surreptitiously and quiet. Then they went to sleep, Each in his mat, Then I, evil scoundrel, Did not waste my time, But have rapidly and astutely, Murdered all three, And destroyed them in their hammock, And stabbed them with a knife, So that they drowned in their blood, And so God’s image broken, Which makes me lament now. I was instantly apprehended, Bound fast and stiff, Fastened with ropes, My heart was fearful, About the evil deed, Which I had committed; The gentlemen of the law, Presently had me summoned, The magistrate with gendarmes came, Brought me without failing, Soon to Amsterdam. The magistrate praised, Heard me there, And I confessed then, My sentence was allocated, For my bad crime, And my committed murder, A befitting punishment, My body to be broken on the wheel, And to be decapitated. Adieu, my old mother! Who was still living, God comfort you in your sorrow, You were a good educator, Even during my childhood, And do not be sad for me, The punishment which I receive, I will bear willingly, It is only for a short time, Do pray by night and day, That God will save my soul. Adieu, my wife and children, My hourglass is filled, I separate from the world’s plain, God will lower your pressure, Do not show impatience, And pray together for me, Walk before God’s visage, Below here on earth, Beware for hatred and spite, So God will keep you full of worth in eternity. Adieu, good relations, And friends alike, I am prepared for death, I will turn myself to God, My crime pains me, My soul and body cry, I know my hour and time. That has come to an end, Oh Jesus! God’s Son! Wash me in your wounds, And make me pure and clean. I hope for your mercy, Since my sins are already, Lying very naked and exposed, Load your punishment onto me, It will not separate me, From your great mercy. You do not desire a sinner’s death, If they convert themselves, O Lord! Convert me, So that I, for your honour, Be by your side forever. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Captain murders sailors on board ship. Date Date of ballad 1712 / 1880 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Translation Notes: 1. Breaking of arms and legs (both upper and lower halves) whilst tied down. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Image notice Full size image/s 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 Justicho aan LUCAS van den BERG Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a7e99c0cc0b5811fd3c790afaea5dd34.jpg fcb3085370b63d568492ddf95d904561 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/be8495e042c30c70ef82e6c2063db4b4.jpg 957d5d25b6956fe8f4e3f54d416693cc 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Translation: About Thijsken van den Schilde Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a7e99c0cc0b5811fd3c790afaea5dd34.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Antwerps liedboek, song #59 - Wolfenbüttel Herzog August Bibliothek: A: 236.5 Poet. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=1655">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> Het is goet vrede in alle Duytsce landen Sonder Thijsken van den Schilde, hi leyt te Delder ghevanghen, Hi leyt ghevangen so swaerlijck op zijn lijf, Hi leyt ghevangen so swaerlijck op zijn lijf. Die vrou al van den Scilde, si lach op hooger tinnen. Si sach die heeren, die borghers comen binnen, Si en sach daer Thijsken, haer liefste boele, niet, Si en sach daer Thijsken, haer liefste boele, niet. ‘Ghi ruyters, ghi rovers, ghi heeren van der straten, Waer hebdi Thisken van der Schilde ghelaten? Waer hebdi gelaten die liefste boele mijn? Waer hebdi gelaten die liefste boele mijn?’ ‘Och vrouken van den Schilde, nu en laet u niet verlanghen Dat Thijsken van den Schilde te Delder leyt ghevanghen. Hi leyt ghevangen so swaerlijck op zijn lijf, Hi leyt ghevangen so swaerlijck op zijn lijf.’ Dat vrouken van den Schilde en woudes niet ghelooven. Si dede haer paerdeken sadelen ende toomen, Si reedt te Delder al voor dat hooghe huys, Si reedt te Delder al voor dat hooghe huys. ‘Och Thijsken van den Schilde, dats bistu nu hierbinnen, So steect u hoofdeken al uut der hoogher tinnen, Laet mi aenschouwen u fiere jonghe lijf, Laet mi aenschouwen u fiere jonghe lijf!’ Thijsken van den Schilde en liets hem niet verdrieten. Hi liet zijn hoofdeken ter hooger tinnen uutschieten, Hi liet haer aenschouwen zijn fiere jonghe lijf, Hi liet haer aenschouwen zijn fiere jonghe lijf. ‘Thijsken van den Schilde, ghi en wout my niet ghelooven Dat ghi bi daghe, by nachte, soudt laten u ruyten, u rooven, Dat ghi soudt laten u rooven ter halver middernacht, Dat ghi soudt laten u rooven ter halver middernacht.’ ‘Ja vrouken van den Schilde, dat quam by uwen sculden: Dat ghi wout draghen dat silver ende root gulden, Dat ghi wout draghen dat roode beslaghen gout, Dat ghi wout draghen dat roode beslaghen gout!’ ‘Och Thijsken van den Schilde, haddy dat woort ghesweghen! Met silver ende roode gout had ick u op doen weghen, Dat u nu sal costen dijn fiere jonghe lijf, Dat u nu sal costen dijn fiere jonghe lijf!’ ‘Och vrouken van den Schilde, en soude u dat niet verdrieten Dat mi die raven, die voghelen souden eten? Dat mi souden eten so menich clein vogelken, Dat mi souden eten so menich clein vogelken?’ ‘Och Thijsken van den Schilde, en laet u niet verlanghen: Ick sal u radeken met rooskens ombehanghen, Daerop sal rusten dijn fiere jonge lijf, Daerop sal rusten dijn fiere jonge lijf!’ </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> It is peaceful in the Low Countries without Thijsken van den Schilde, he is in prison in Delder, He is in prison, miserably, under penalty of death He is in prison, miserably, under penalty of death The lady of Den Schilde, she looked out from the high wall. She watched the lords, the citizens, enter. She did not see Thijsken, her dearest lover, among them, She did not see Thijsken, her dearest lover, among them. "You vagabonds, you robbers, you lords of the streets, Where have you left Thijsken van der Schilde? Where have you left my dearest lover?" Where have you left my dearest lover?" "Oh, mistress Van den Schilde, don't let it distress you that Thijsken van den Schilde is in prison in Delder. He is in prison, miserably, under penalty of death, He is in prison, miserably, under penalty of death" The lady Van den Schilde would not believe it. She saddled and bridled her horse. She rode to Delder, to the high house, She rode to Delder, to the high house, "Oh, Thijsken van den Schilde, if you are (indeed) in there, then put your head out of the high wall. Let me see your vigorous, young body, Let me see your vigorous, young body! Thijsken van den Schilde did not mind this at all, He put his head out above the high wall, He let her see his vigorous, young body, He let her see his vigorous, young body. "Thijsken van den Schilde, you would not promiss me that you would stop riding and robbing day and night, that you would stop robbing in the middle of the night, that you would stop robbing in the middle of the night "Yes, lady Van den Schilde, you are to blame for this: Because you wanted to wear silver and gold, Because you wanted to wear wrought gold, Because you wanted to wear wrought gold. "Oh Thijsken van den Schilde, if you had remained silent, I would have paid your weight in that silver and gold (to buy you free), but it (the robbed silver and gold) will now cost you your vigorous young body (your life)!" "Oh, lady Van den Schilde, would it not distress you that the ravens, the birds should eat me? That so many a small bird should eat me? That so many a small bird should eat me?" "Oh Thijsken van den Schilde, don't let it distress you, I will cover your wheel (the one he'll be executed on) with roses, your vigorous, young body will rest on them, your vigorous, young body will rest on them." Translation by Cecile Morree</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Thijsje van de Schild, the chief of a gang of robbers, does not return from a procession: he is imprisoned in Delder. His wife visits him there and blames him for not having stopped robbing. She is accused of spending too much, which means he has to steal. At this she refuses to redeem him: he will be sentenced to death. Date Date of ballad 1544 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Translation notes: 1. The Low Countries is all areas where the Dutch language is spoken. 2. The high house refers to a prominent building. 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 Van Thijsken vanden schilde Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/72413e893b4c766bbc999ae861354389.jpg 2210bf12540655167cb2505681c5589a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a37e20c3a87e8018efc83abb4382d53f.jpg 9895f3893dd743fa2cc1d70f5d983a53 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Translation: About a carpenter Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/72413e893b4c766bbc999ae861354389.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="600" height="350"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Antwerps liedboek, song #164 - Wolfenbüttel Herzog August Bibliothek: A: 236.5 Poet. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=1760">Nederlandse Liederenbank </a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> Wie wil hooren singhen Van eenen timmerman, Van eender borchgravinnen, Hoe si haer lief ghewan? Die heeren seyden: ‘Wellecome, timmerman! Ghi zijt ons waerste gast. Ghy sult noch tavont hangen Aen eenen boom, staet vast.’ ‘Waerom so sal ic hangen? Ic en ben ja gheen dief! Dat herte van minnen jongen live Heeft een schoon vrou seer lief. Sal ic noch tavont hangen Aen eenen boom, staet vast, Versincken moeten die wortelen, Verbarnen moet den bast!’ Dat vernam een vrouwe, Eens groten lantsheren wijf. Si dede haer paerdeken sadelen Al om des timmermans lijf. Doen si haer paerdeken ghesadelt had, Haer sporen had aenghedaen, So was den timmerman Ter leederen opghegaen. ‘Nu hoort, ghi heeren alle! Quaem die borchgravinne voor u beddeken staen: Soudyse helsen ende cussen, Oft soudise laten gaen?’ ‘Quaem mi die borchgravinne Voor mijn beddeken staen, Ic soudese helsen ende cussen Ende vriendelijck ontfaen.’ ‘Soudijse helsen ende cussen Ende vriendelijck ontfaen, So en heeft dese timmerman Niet al te veel misdaen!’ ‘Coemt af, coemt af, goet timmerman, U is verbeden u lijf. Dat heeft gedaen een vrouwe, Eens grooten lansheren wijf.’ ‘Hevet dat gedaen een vrouwe, Eens groot lantsheeren wijf, God houdse in haerder eeren Ende mi mijn jonghe lijf.’ Hi wranck van sinen handen Een gouden vingherlijn. Dat gaf hy haer teenen pande: Si hadde behouden zijn lijf. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> Who wants to hear singing about a carpenter, about a viscountess, how she saved her lover's life? The lords said: "Welcome, carpenter! You are our dearest guest. You will hang this very evening, from a tree, that is decided." "Why shall I hang? I am not a thief! The heart of my young body loves a beautiful woman very much. If I shall hang this very evening (tonight) from a tree, firmly rooted, Its roots must sink, Its bark must burn!" A lady heard about this, the wife of a distinguished gentleman. She had her horse saddled because of the carpenter's life. When she had saddled her little horse, and set her spurs (to it), Then the carpenter had mounted the ladder. "Now listen, all of you lords! If the viscountess came before your bed, Would you hug and kiss her, or would you let her go?" (send her away?) "If the viscountess came before my bed, I would hug and kiss her and receive her with kindness." "If you would hug and kiss her and receive her with kindness, then this carpenter has done not much wrong!" "Come down, come down, good carpenter, By intercession your life was saved. A lady has done this, the wife of a distinguished gentleman." "Has a lady done this, the wife of a distinguished gentleman, may God safeguard her honour, and my young body." He pulled of his hands a golden ring. This he gave her as a token: She had saved his life. Translation by Cecile Morree </div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. adultery Date Date of ballad 1544 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 Vanden Timmerman. adultery Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/23e2e3be35625e81d20d3363ee02c40d.jpg e1195173f67dc82b0d407d5cf2cec304 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c7cd00d2e71e79f3d5a084594cc3835d.jpg 68221366d69383d5160616d1ab098e75 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/23054003e0f9e7a6fcb064693ae9903e.jpg dffa8165347571b27fcc07b4c536c901 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Image / Audio Credit Antwerps liedboek, song #15 - Wolfenbüttel Herzog August Bibliothek: A: 236.5 Poet. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=1611">Nederlandse Liederenbank </a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;"> Claes molenaer en zijn minneken Si saten te samen al in den wijn; Van minnen wast dat si spraken. ‘Och Heyle, wel lieve Heyle mijn, Die valsche tonghen die wroeghen mi. Ick sorghe, si sullen mi dooden!’ Een corte wijle en was daer niet lanck, Daer werden boden om Claes molenaer gesant Dat hi voor die heeren soude comen. Als Claes molenaer voor die heren quam, Die heeren ghinghen in rade staen, Hoe wee was hem te moede! ‘Claes molenaer, een sake die wi u vraghen: Die bonte cleederen die ghi draghet Moechdijse wel draghen met eeren?’ ‘Dese bonte cleyderen die ick draghe, Die gaf mi een so schoonen maghet; Si salder mi wel gheven meere.’ Si gaven hem penninghen in zijn hant. ‘Claes molenaer, ghi moet gaen rumen tlant, Bruynswijck moet ghi nu laten!’ ‘Adieu Bruynswijck, adieu mijn lant! Adieu mijns herten een vergulden pant! Ick come daer noch tavont slapen.’ Die valsche tonghe verhoorden dat; Si volchden Claes molenaer tot op sinen stap Ende brochten hem tsavonts gevangen. Als hi te Bruynswijck binnen quam, Hoe weenden die vrouwen, hoe loegen de mans, Hoe wee was hem te moede! Mer weet ghi, wat Claes molenaer sprac Als hi daer voor die heeren tradt Met sinen lachenden monde? ‘Heer schouteet, ghi hebt drie dochterkijn; Ghi meynt datse alle drie maechden zijn, Mer lacen, si en zijn gheen van allen. Die eene dat is mijn minnekin, Die ander draecht van mi een kindekijn, Ende bi die derde hebbe ic geslapen!’ ‘Heer schouteet, en treckes u niet an! Hi spreect als een verwesen man; Hi en weet niet wat hi clappet.’ Mer weet ghi, wat Claes molenaer sprac Als hi al op die leeder tradt Met sinen verbonden ooghen? ‘In alle Bruyningen en staet niet een huys, Daer en gaet een jonge Claes molenaer uut Oft een vrou molenarinne!’ ‘Claes molenaer, nu laet u clappen staen! En dede u clappen, ghi wares ontgaen, Mer nu moet ghi ymmers hangen.’ </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;"> Claes the Miller and his lover, They sat together drinking wine. Love was the topic of their conversation. "Oh, Heyle, my dear sweet Heyle, the wicked gossips are accusing me, I am worried they will kill me! A short time later messengers were sent for Claes, in order that he should appear before the lords. When Claes the Miller appeared before the lords, the lords deliberated. How miserable he felt! "Claes the Miller, one thing we must ask you: these fur clothes you are wearing, can you wear them in good conscience?" "These fur clothes I am wearing, they were given to me by a beautiful maiden; surely she will give me more of them." They gave him coins in his hand: "Claes the Miller, you must abandon the area, You must now leave Brunswick!" "Farewell, Brunswick, farewell my country! Farewell, golden (precious) property of my heart! I will still spend the night there tonight (meaning: one last time)." The wicked gossips overheard this; They followed in Claes the Miller's footsteps and brought him into custody at night. When he entered Brunswick, the women cried, the men laughed. How miserable he felt! But, do you know, what Claes the Miller said when he appeared before the lords there, with his laughing mouth? "Sir bailiff, you have three little daughters, You think that they are all virgins, But, sadly, none of them are. One is my lover, the other is carrying my child, And I have slept with the third one!" "Sir bailiff, ignore him, He talks like a condemned man, He does not know what he is babbling on about." But, do you know, what Claes the Miller said when he climbed the ladder with his eyes blindfolded? "In all of Brunswick, there is no house where does not live a young Claes the Miller or a miss / lady / female Miller!" "Claes the Miller, now shut your big mouth! Should you not have bragged like this, you would have escaped, But now you must certainly hang." Translation by Cecile Morree </div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Klaas Molenaar, sexual transgression Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Date Date of ballad 1544 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/23e2e3be35625e81d20d3363ee02c40d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="350"></iframe> Subtitle A new song about Claes the Miller 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 Een nyeu liedeken van Claes molenaer Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/339b548e53dadb5bacad76c2f3abfe13.jpeg a1d86afaf2def068ef19fcd3214e9ffe 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle ten opzichte van eenen Soldaet den welken met eenen Randsel met geld uyt Spagnien kwam, en hoe ongelukkig hy aen zyne dood gekomen is Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/339b548e53dadb5bacad76c2f3abfe13.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Den Haag KB: 11 A 47. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=65412&lan=nl">Nederlandse Liederenbank </a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Van den bekeerden Zondaer Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics When the disasters are at their worst, And the run of pain and pressure, May a person comfort himself, With forthcoming happiness But when a person could live, In happiness and great prosperity, He may reasonably fear, For misfortune or for death. A soldier of many battalions (so the Gazette reports) Came from Spain on his leave With a soldier’s pack full of money, Saved and gathered well, By martial prowess, courage or sense, Came this man in joy approaching His beloved fatherland. He had taken a dog with him, An animal loyal but very Large of body, and [they] came To an inn at nightfall Where he was happy in his heart To the people it pertained, Without evil suspicion said, That he brought with him a great treasure. The owner<a title="">[1]</a> brought him to silence, And made the soldier understand, That many a thief are Nowadays along road and track, Who could attack him, The soldier said instantly, I would defend myself, With my loyal dog. Herewith he went onwards About a quarter hour outside the city He, by three murderers, Was treacherously seized They stabbed him in his heart, That he fell dead upon the ground Remark, this has now been proven, The loyalty of a dog. Because the beast ripped one apart Ferociously bit him in the throat Dragging his body back and forth, That he was choking on his blood, That dog made a great tumult, Threatened the other one with death too Who instantly fled up a tree Full of fear and greatly scared. [The dog] held on, howled, cried, and clawed, Against the tree’s bark, He frightened the murderers in their hearts, He brought them into the highest diffidence Whilst they were sitting upon that tree, The dog howled with all its might, The beast was rampageous Which lasted all of the night. In the morning, four gendarmes came, Saw the blood upon the ground, When the murderers saw them, Called kill that evil dog, The gendarmes were a little tardy, With attentive minds, Saw the dog caressed them, And showed them love and care. They followed this wondrous beast twenty steps, Whereupon they discovered The two dead bodies<a title="">[2]</a> The blood was lying in puddles and places They, astonished beyond measure, Saw the dog lick the wounds, Of his master, the soldier. They came to bind the murderers Climbed down from the tree, The dog wanted to devour them, They brought them full of fright and diffidence To Toulouse, what sad matters, Spectators so many times, Saw what people befell, By the honourable tribunal. The dog delighted and flattered, All the people, small and big, If they led him to the murderers, He became crazy and threatened death, To those two villains, barbarians, Disrupters of road and street, The deterrent murderers Of that native soldier. The judges were praised, With a verdict rightly grounded, Have sentenced them to death By the proof of the dog When they heard of their deaths These two murderers, full of misery, Before dying both Confessed their evil deed. Remark here, angry, evil minded-people, Remark here servant, maid, woman and man, How God through the mute beasts, Can uncover the murderers. So too all other misdeeds, Which are done in secret. Let us from now on fear that evil So that the virtue in us lasts. End. <div> <div> </div> </div> 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 1800 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Translation notes: 1. ‘bazin’ is the female version of ‘owner’ 2. In Dutch the word ‘ontgeest’ is used which literally means ‘de-spirited’ or ‘de-souled.’ 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 HISTORIE-LIED, Des getrouwigheyd van eenen Hond; Dutch murder soldier https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5513f42c1d209270b7ff1ebbf113cff2.jpeg daa8afc22adccef8b7a77d5b24cf2f27 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle WONDER TROUW-GEVAL Tusschen eene Edele Kapiteyns-Dochter en eene gemeynen Soldaet. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Soldier, love, desertion. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5513f42c1d209270b7ff1ebbf113cff2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Den Haag KB: 11 A 47. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=65411&lan=nl">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Ik drink den nieuwen Most Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Love triumphs, Her powers are increased, If God supports her, her paths are certain, Who is the author of true love, If love is sincere, It is in vain, all which people do or say, No one can withstand her, That is clear in this young woman, And a loyal young man. She was a young maid, Who pleased everyone, Her father was a lord of great estate, A bold and noble captain, Her beauty and sense, Her equal was not in the Netherlands, She was courted by great lords, For her pure beauty, But she always remained steadfast. But see a soldier, For who a lot is too high, In good understanding and by opportunity, Had often courted this young woman, And she from her side, Gave him a diamond ring, He kissed it with great honour, And spoke, my beautiful lady, I will be loyal to you. Oh what sad sorrows, With a detachment, He immediately had to go from Luxembourg, how sad, Departing to Bergen in Henegouw, He said, adieu my love, I will send you a love-letter, Be mindful of our loyalty, She spoke with sweet words, My love, be assured. I will never let you down, But always stand by you loyally, No nobleman or lord, how high of birth, Indeed, even if the Roman emperor came, You alone are my friend, You have earned my loyalty and love in return, Be then comforted on your voyage, So he went on the journey, With a lot of heavy pondering. When he stood guard, In the middle of the night, And in his heart love rules Has, with bold courage, deserted, And jumped from the fortress, Swam through the water and at last, Having come fifteen miles, To Luxembourg very quickly, Where his love was. As he came into the city, He was instantly captured, As deserter, he was quickly cuffed, Oh what a sadness for a beautiful young woman, When she learned of this, She went to his captain, She spoke: my lord, will you have mercy, Because this is my friend, Loved so much by me. No prayers or pleas, As much as she may plea, She fell upon her bare knees, With tears upon her red cheeks, The valiant captain, He spoke: the scaffold is planted for him, Which he will receive as his reward, That I swear by the sun, For him there is no pardon. She took her father’s best horse, And has taken the journey, And made it trot with great force, Forty miles between day and night, Until before the general, Fell upon her knees a second time, She spoke: great, powerful lord exalted, I pray listen to me, Because I am smothered in sadness. The general swiftly, Spoke, well sweet child, Tell me the cause of your sad pleas, Stand up and wipe your salty tears away, I swear to you by the crown, That I will help you, beautiful woman,<a title="">[1]</a> Tell me the cause and the reason, Of all your sorrow, You overly-beautiful young woman. She spoke, great, mighty lord, This is all I desire, That my beautiful love would have his pardon, With whom I have begun the marital state, He is a soldier; Of good conduct who stands in my grace, Because of me he came to desert, And is condemned, I pray pardon him. He spoke, it will happen, Show them these letters, Of his Pardon, and apart from this, I even make him the highest captain, She thanked him honourably, And jumped again upon her father’s best horse, A postillion who came across her, He said in that self-same pass, That he<a title="">[2]</a> had been sentenced. She called with sad tears, Oh God will [you] support me, Or else I may remain in this distress, She spurred her horse on, Crossed forests and fields all night, Came into the city in the morning, There stood her tender love, Already upon the scaffold’s steps. She rode in full force, In front of the justices and called powerfully; Stop, stop with such happy language, See here the letters of the general, With seals for certainty, When my love is free, He must be above that, Honoured by all of the ranks, As the highest captain. When they saw the letters, It seemed a thunderclap, He was quickly freed from his cuffs, And fell into the arms of his beautiful young woman, And everyone rejoiced, For his recovery and elevation, They also saw them marry together, A short time after that, That sweet and dear pair. See here love’s power, In the weaker female sex, She exceeds the boldness of a man, As one can find in this maiden, Her love is captain, And is honoured, beloved by big and small, So they lived in prosperity and peace, Their expressions in a state of joy, Love triumphs. End <div> <div> </div> <div> </div> </div> Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events [1] ‘vrouwspersoon’ literally translates to ‘woman-person.’ [2] i.e. her lover 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 DE LIEFDE TRIUMPHEERT Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2c7a69df3c0ed1dcb9299a7f6774e9fa.jpeg dd81ecf2ab626444166ab51b1c86ffc4 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0b8cf4dded1223a9426cf1ab96631ba7.jpeg 5d02b5f7c52ab89a41419b8e30f4ede5 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c5c4aff6ee4e28ae8cb2d252cbf60718.jpeg 182f066db9d9c5c5ecd6477aae26b24f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3cc90a9914e7a82ef869897a8863bd29.jpeg acd3990873f2161befdb8948e4122543 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle huisvrouw van Pieter Huissoon. Vrachtrijder op Vlissingen, aan Catharina Blok, zijnde een meisje van 13 jaren; waarvoor zij haar Vonnis op den 13 September 1838, te Middelburg heeft ontvangen. Op een bekende wijs. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/2c7a69df3c0ed1dcb9299a7f6774e9fa.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="350" height="500"></iframe><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0b8cf4dded1223a9426cf1ab96631ba7.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="350" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Den Haag KB: Lbl KB Wouters 06006. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=51683">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Op een bekende wijs Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;float:left;">1. Wie heeft het ooit gehoord? Zoo als nu deez wreede moord, In Middelburg geschied, Zoo als voorkomt in dit lied; Door Sara Geldhof, Dat een jong kind trof, Nog geen dertien jaar, Zij dacht niet op het gevaar, Of op wreedheid van die vrouw, Dat die haar vermoorden zou. 2. Haar ouders bij elkaâr, Die onderrigtte haar, Hoe zij haar woord moest doen, En dat zij haar wat moest spoën; Dat hier de appelen zijn, Wie had kwade schijn? Of er aan gedacht, Dat dit kind werd omgebragt, Niemand dacht aan dit ellend, Waar het meisje wierd ingewend. 3. Nu staat het meisje daar, Onwetend van het gevaar, Dat haar zoo nakend is, Ach, wie heeft geen deerenis? Met dit jeugdig kind, Dat haar dood hier vind, Door deez' moordenares, Van haar scherpsnijdend mes, Dat zij om vijf guldens geld, Nu de dood in de armen sneld. 4. Kom sprak die wreede vrouw, Liefkind! kom helpt mij eens gaauw, En schud met mij het bed, En met duivels list bezet, Smijt zij het kind ter neêr, En na wreed begeer, Snijdt zij het hoofd van 't lijf, O wat ijsselijk bedrijf! God die alles hoort en ziet, Vergat ook deze wreedheid niet. 5. Toen nu het kind was dood, Zat dit helgedrogt in nood, Maar door haar wreed praktijk, Stopt zij 't ongelukkig lijk, In een vuil riool, En bereikt haar doel, Maakt het bloed aan kant, Zij dacht aan geen leed of schand, Of haar nakende gevaar, Zij stond gelijk met een barbaar, 6. Maar nu, sta nu maar vast, Want nu werd zij aangetast, De vader van het kind, Vraagt na haar die hij zoo bemind, 't Monster dat zegt: neen, Uw kind is lang heen, De man die maakt gedruis, Zegt: mijn kind is nog in huis, En door zijn zoo groot misbaar, Was aanstonds de Politie klaar. 7. 't Wierd al gevisiteerd. Zij houdt haar of haar niets en deerd, En blijft gestadig kloek, Men vergeet niet eene hoek; Zij licht zelv' meê bij, Maar raakt toch niet vrij, Men komt aan 't riool, Dat is niet naar het bedoel, Want nu valt zij in onmagt, IJss'lijk monster! weg is uw kracht. 8. Nu staat zij voor 't Geregt, Schriktop hetgeen men haar nu zegt, Over haar snood bedrijf, Met de doodsangst op haar lijf, En knaging in 't hart, Beladen met veel smart; Doch dit helpt haar nu niet, Zij verdiend het grootst verdriet; Die 't onschuldig kind vermoord, Moet ook gestraft zijn met de koord. 9. Zie hoe zij nu hier zit, Die door wreedheid was verhit, Nu bidt zij aan den Heer, Om vergeving deze keer, Leeraar doet uw best, Dat zij ongekwetst, Voor den Heer moog staan, Zij spreekt man en kinderen aan; Voor het laatst dat zij dien ziet, Dompelt elk hierdoor in 't verdriet. 10. O ongelukkig lot, Hier gaat zij nu naar 't schavot, Om haar loon te ontvaân, Voor het kwaad door haar gedaan, Met het hoofd gebukt, En door berouw verdrukt, Gaat zij naar de paal, Daar zij krijgt een slecht onthaal, Voor haar euveldaad zoo groot, Ondergaat zij nu den dood. 11. O wensch, wie gij ook zijt, Beschouwd hier met wijs beleid, Hoe God het kwaad beloond, Als gij Hem dus heeft gehoond, Zegt dien Vader niet, Roept Mij in 't verdriet, 'k Help u als gij lijdt, Als gij in benaauwdheid zijt, Dus wacht een elk zich voor kwaad, En volgt Gods Vaderlijke raad. </div> <div style="width:50%;float:right;">1. Who has ever heard it? Such as now, this cruel murder, [which] took place in Middelburg, Such as occurs in this song; By Sara Geldhof, Which struck a young child, Not even thirteen years old, She did not think of the danger, Or of the cruelty of that woman, Who would murder her. 2. Her parents together, They instructed her, How she had to deliver a message, And that she had to hurry somewhat; That here are the apples, Who had appeared evil? Or thought of it, That this child was killed, No one thought of this misery, To which the girl was initiated. 3. Now the girl is standing there, Oblivious to the danger, That is so close to her, Oh, who has no pity? With this youthful child, Who finds her death here, By this murderess, By her sharp-edged knife, That she, for five guilders of money, Now rushed into the arms of death. 4. Come, spoke that cruel woman, Dear child! Come, help me quick, And make the bed with me, And possessed with the devil’s artifice, She threw the child down, And with cruel desire, She cut the head from the body, Oh what a terrible deed! God, who hears and sees all, Also did not forget this cruel deed. 5. Now the child was dead, This hell-monster was in distress, Because of her cruel practice, She put the unfortunate corpse, In a foul sewer, And achieved her goal, Cleans up the blood,<a title="">[1]</a> She did not think of suffering and shame, Or the approaching danger, She was equal to a barbarian 6. But now, stand steadily, Because now she was affected, The father of the child, Inquired after her, whom he loved so much, The monster says: no, Your child is long gone, The man makes a ruckus, Says: my child is still in [that] house, And because of his great gestures, Soon the police stood at the ready. 7. It<a title="">[2]</a> was visited. She composed herself as though nothing bothered her, And remained steadily bold, They did not forget any corner; She herself contributes, But was even so not free, They came to the sewer, That was not her intention, Because now she fell into a faint,<a title="">[3]</a> Terrible monster! Gone is your strength. 8. Now she stands before the jury, Becomes alarmed by what they say to her, About her evil deed, With the fear of death upon her body, And a gnawing in [her] heart, Burdened with a lot of pain; Though this does not help her now, She deserves the greatest sorrow; Who murders the innocent child, Must also be punished with the rope. 9. See how she is sitting here now, Who was incited by cruelty, Now she prays to the Lord, For forgiveness this time, Teacher do your best, That she unhurt, May stand before the Lord, She speaks to [her] husband and children; Seeing them for the last time, Immersing each in sadness because of this. 10. Oh unhappy fate, Here she now goes to the scaffold, To receive her reward, For the evil done by her, With a bent head, And by remorse oppressed, She goes to the post, There she receives a bad reception, For her great crime, She now undergoes death. 11. Oh wish, whoever you are, See here with wise policy, How God rewards evil, As she has insulted Him, The Father does not say, Call to Me in sorrow, I help you if you suffer, If you are in anguish, So guard yourself against evil, And follow God’s Fatherly council. Translation by Rena Bood </div> Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events [1] This phrase literally translates to ‘makes the blood clean/tidy.’ Not only does it fit in the rhyme-scheme but it could also be a play on words as ‘aan kant maken’ means tidying up but ‘van kant maken’ means to kill something or someone. [2] i.e. the house. [3] ‘onmacht’ also means ‘powerlessness’ or a ‘loss of control,’ both senses could also be applied here. Image notice Full size images of all song 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 Een nieuw lied, van een Wreede moord, gepleegd door Sara Geldhof Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/18a3fd2fff59f57d22b31dc97d689730.jpeg 5f888ee65f9d4f99795753e42c64e8c3 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/55039581d8c1c77b78ad4df931eef738.jpeg 50e7f09c6a5242ee921a70e6b072c1c8 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/85c5c7d796eded770500a49e30fb5aa0.jpeg e7160d98d6f380cf252d5e4681849ba8 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d3e62c8d2eb1e0937539eb64deacb253.jpeg 11d58cc72d9164b66a222064088351db 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle hoe een militair, die gecondemneerd was om te sterven, op het oogenblik dat hij zoude doodgeschoten worden, van Z.M. den Koning pardon bekwam; door de trouwe liefde van zijn beminde. Op een Aangename Wys. Translation: A new song about a true history in which happened in Doornik, Brabant; how a soldier, who was condemned to die, upon the moment that he would be shot dead; of his Royal Highness the King received a Pardon; by the loyal love of his beloved, who had done a prostration for him. On a pleasant tune. Image / Audio Credit Den Haag KB: Lbl KB Wouters 03075. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=53589&lan=nl">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Op een Aangename Wys Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. Lend me your ear; bystanders! worthy friends, Hear that which recently happened in Doornik, This true event will make you discover How drunkenness brings humanity into sorrow, This painting shows you real life; How that a virgin saves her lover’s life; Love makes humanity boldly strive, Here takes a lad from the grave to the nuptial bed. 2. The drunkenness causes many accidents, She makes a human into a hideous beast, And can repress a good virtue in the heart; It has been the misfortune of many a person, The drunkenness consumes body and soul; [It] is rash, and knows no rank nor state; Such people can learn from this strange case Of this lad; a Belgian soldier. 3. A true Belgian, a young one, will you hear, Very neat in shape, good-looking in body and limbs. Who had since long chosen martial service And amongst his comrades set the gold standard, He was beloved by his officers, And comrades, but had a bad fault; The strong spirits, when he went to celebrate bluntly, He did a deed which would so sadly grieve him. 4. Upon a certain day he moved to his post He arrived very neat and proper at the Guard; But left in haste and unpetitioned, Whilst he thus did not observe duty or the martial discipline, He swirled and drank, and came back entirely drunk And arrived lost, late at night, His head running wild, clothes loose and open, In short; in a very unsuitable state. 5. The Lieutenant, a man of good morals, Asked this young man very calmly: How he could transgress his duty so badly? And have done this bad deed against justice; A drunk lad, heated by strong spirits, Gave an angry answer to his officer. He provoked this gentleman with curses, cursing, stamping, Making a terrible racket in the Guard. 6. He continued on, and became worse over time,<a title="">[1]</a> Rashly grabs his officer by his head, Tears the epaulet boldly from his shoulder, And appeared frantic, entirely robbed of reason, The Lieutenant finally becomes tired of it, After long patience, gave him his punishment; He drew from leather;<a title="">[2]</a> and in this anger, hewed The drunken lad’s left arm off. 7. He sobered up out of shock and was bound, Put in a small room where he bemoaned his deed, Oh God, he called, forgive me my sins, Whereto I was reduced by the drunkenness! The Lieutenant went to make a report, Of this instance to the General; He stood abashed of such a strange case; And instantly formulated a warrant. 8. There sat the lad, and continued to bemoan his fate, The War council rendered his verdict for [his] death, Then told him that in few days, [He would] die in the open field by being shot,<a title="">[3]</a> My judges! (says this fellow), I am worthy of them, My sentence I very willingly accept; The verdict you gave is very justified, I am not worth it to be in the King’s service. 9. This soldier, he had devoted his heart and mind, And loyal love to a girl, [Whom] had been courted by him for a long time. She soon came to hear this sad case, Her sad eye then shed hot tears, It sounded like a clap of thunder in her ears, Her sad soul suffers formidable pains. 10. She instantly had a sad plea written, And threw herself down before the King’s feet, The good Monarch always wants to remain compassionate Though does not answer her with much on this occasion, She returns full of sad mourning thoughts, Her youthful eye pours many a hot tear; She suffers full of fear the sleepless nights, And is affected by hope and fear. 11. Now came to meet at the last moment, That this lad had to suffer his punishment, Death awaited him with spread jaws, Every mortal was sympathetic to his fate, A young man reluctantly treads forward, The dull drum makes a mournful sound, His hanging head shows his sorrows, Whilst his heart keeps expressing sad sighs. 12. He came upon the field and says: my comrades! Fare well eternally; I die entirely prepared; My bad behaviour also does not deserve mercy, I bid you farewell to eternity; Just one request you must promise me, If you meet my worthy love here When my death will rob my life, That you will greet her for the last time in my name. 13. Then he kneeled down! The blindfold over his eyes, The priest has done his final duty, The platoon (though moved by his fate), It already aims their guns; But sees a liaison officer galloping [here], Calls: halt! Pardon! This young man is free; Soldiers! Will you appreciate your good Monarch, His goodness helps this young man out of suffering. 14. The joyful cheers rose up to Heaven, And with applause they call: Long live the King! The loyal young woman pushes through the busy swarm, And presses, moved, her lover to her chest, The General had the priest brought there, United through matrimony the young pair, Both their joy knew no limits now, His coffin became the marriage altar. 15. What joy! After so much suffering and objections, The young man he received a pension; Which in the future loyally all years Could support them in domestic life; Now he thanked his beloved King too; Especially his beloved young woman, And tasted then, in his quiet abode, A true happiness and satisfaction. 16. So people see that loyal love can give, When one is in need and in danger of death, Love granted this young man life, And has kept him from an early death, This young woman is worth to be praised, Every thinking human honours her in memory, May love be a leader to this pair, Preserve them continually from disaster and sadness. <div> </div> Date Date of ballad 1810 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events [1] ‘hoe langs hoe stouter’ literally translates to ‘the longer, the worse.’ [2] i.e. unsheathed his sword. [3] ‘door het lood’ refers to the lead bullet used to shoot him in the open field. Image notice Full size images of all song sheets available at the bottom of this page. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle De vermoedelijke ontvoerder in zake Lindbergh's kindje is in de gevangenis te Trenton (Amerika) op Zaterdag 4 April door middel van den Electrischen stoel terechtgesteld. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Hauptmann, Lindbergh abductions, electric chair. Image notice <div class="element"> <div class="element-text">Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page.</div> </div> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/c8e2c6b7327bced2d500c3b7c3528ea1.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Amsterdam MI: Lbl Moormann M305. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=56958&lan=en">Nederlandse Liederenbank </a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. 't Plekje bij den Molen Composer of Ballad Rombouts, F. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics There in faraway America, In the New World-land, There someone committed a murder without mercy, Yes even without all shame, And seldom one then finds the man, The Underworld is large, Where the Judge in such a crime, Comes upon difficulties Refrain for each couplet. There in hovels Wherein they sheltered There lies the danger Of murder and swindle Whom you have to watch, With grief/sorrow flip over, There in those hovels There harbours a great danger So there was, for quite some time, A man who was heavily tortured, Whom people accused of a crime, So cruel and so bad, He had kidnapped a sweet, small child To which the world looked up, And all of America was touched, Because it already lay dead. And the underworld did not sit still, Brought the court under pressure Yes even the father of the child, Left America afraid, [right column] Because his other child too Was threatened, They fled to another country, Where nothing had been misdone. That is how it goes in America, In all sorts of crime The justice puts people in displeasure, Because of all kinds of disputes, The last ‘strength’ now was to force a man, Through pain, That Hauptman had not done it But that he knew more about it. So the justice there is continuously Misled by vagabonds. To, by tampering and capital, Still win some time. And the more the Judge fails, The more confused it then becomes So that there then a great crime, Starts to resemble a novel. Now the justice has put an end to it, Hauptman had to die, His death sentence was already delayed Which keeps enlarging his sorrow. Innocent, he says, I sit now Upon the electric chair. Goodbye my wife, my sweet small child. I am liberated from this bustle. Date Date of ballad 1936 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 Hauptman ter dood gebracht Dutch Electric chair https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/dbc8af6f214c16fb95ed19cf283b729d.jpeg 7f18fdf779cb7c71960a25f9bb8c2d2a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c05f3186eb6e1d859da23e7b8d761550.jpeg 253321e580713fa6bc1db9cda072c45c 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 Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Complaints of a deserter, about the false love, standing in front of the bullet. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/dbc8af6f214c16fb95ed19cf283b729d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="350" height="500"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/c05f3186eb6e1d859da23e7b8d761550.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="350" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Amsterdam Meertens: Lbl Meertens 06101. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=58003&lan=en">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Van den Bamboucheur Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. Learn from me, young people, Hear how my left went, Because a false girl, In my young years, That which my heart and soul sought, Has brought me into sorrow. 2. I had loved her, From when we were two children, And I was minded, To pair with her, But fate appointed me a soldier, Which brought me in this state. 3. Oh! How many a tear, I saw leak out of her eyes, When I had to leave, It appeared that she had collapsed; I comforted her with good cheer, Because it hurt me. 4. She spoke: oh lover, I had settled my heart and mind, To be a pair, And to begin marriage. The sadness, it comes to me, Your departure is my grave. 5. We readily separated, With tears in the eyes, After half a year, I found myself deceived, When I wrote the first letter, I did not receive an answer from my love. 6. Then I heard; That that false girl was going to marry, I then called out unsettled: That it would grieve you, I went drinking early and late, I [] to service or state. 7. I have caroused, And finally to abandon [my comrades],<a title="">[1]</a> I have deserted To exact my vengeance, But the guard arrested me, I have injured two or three. 8. I was tightly bound, And came before the war council, There my sadness grew, When I heard, That the bullet was for me, There was no mercy. 9. I called: false friend, Must I leave my life young, Because of your false love, Reflect yourselves, soldiers! That true love avails, Does not matter<a title="">[2]</a> to daughters. 10. I stand before death, Adieu, youth who still live, In the final sad moment,<a title="">[3]</a> My heart full of fear, I say, adieu, you false girl, I go to eternity. <div> <div><a title="">[1]</a> ‘steek’ here refers to the saying ‘in de steek laten’ i.e. ‘leave behind’ or ‘abandon.’ This saying has a specific military connotation where it means ‘to abandon in battle’ as well as ‘abandoning one’s comrades and/or leaders.’</div> <div><a title="">[2]</a> ‘staat’ refers to state, status, or condition. The implied meaning here is that true love is not an important ‘state’ for women, i.e. it does not matter.</div> <div><a title="">[3]</a> ‘nood’ refers to the speaker’s anguish (both physically and mentally) which he experiences right before his death. In Dutch the word also encompasses a sense of emergency, pressure, sad conditions, and violence or force done against him.</div> </div> Date Date of ballad 1840 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 KLAGTEN van een Deserteur, over de valsche liefde staande voor den kogel deserter Dutch soldier https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b861b1c12d0f5bdee02a2fe1bfc96bef.jpg 1e390774daccfe157b59737d129156e7 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/61ee866bb5263d4e0e7e303677b06fa2.jpg f97e318ba521635991a756b7123a0cf9 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/addb1271981112cd9e2cc76fc6d83e75.jpg 4e981ca76743a34b1fb10c06e590aded 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Die Ander/ Von etlichen Jüden von Trient/ in Welschland ... Im Thon: Warumb betrübstu dich mein Hertz &c Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A re-telling of the Simon of Trent story: Simon of Trent was a boy from the city of Trent whose disappearance and murder in 1475 was blamed on the leaders of the city's Jewish community, based on his dead body being found in the cellar of a Jewish family's house, and the confessions of Jews obtained under judicial torture. The song retains all the details but moves the events to Trient in Welschland, the French-speaking part of Switzerland. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1164">Warum betrübst du dich mein Herz</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Die andere Zeitung. Hoert zu ihr Christen Jung und Alt was ich euch wil anzeigen bald so sich zugetragen hat in einer Statt Trient in Welschland manchem wol bekandt. Daselbst viel Jüden gewesen die stifften Jammer unnd grosse Pein mit einem Christen Kind dasselbig sie gestolen han legten ihm groß Pein und Marter an. Diewil hergieng ihr Ostertag und Christen Blut ihn mangel? that sie suchten Renck und List eim Jüden gabens ein guten Lohn ein Christen Kind soll stelen thun. Ein Arzt der Jüd gewesen darumb ihm trawet manch frommer Christ darumb die Jüden han den Mörder außgeschicket bald ein Kind zu stelen mit gewalt. Er gieng in allen Gassen rumb thet sich uberal sehen umb letzlich ein kleines Kind das spilt vor seines Vatters Hauß ein schönes Knäblein uber auß. Simon war dieses Kindlein genandt der Jüd der namb es bey der Hand gab ihm die besten Wort zu deinem Vatter ich dich wil tragen drumb schwig das Kindlein still. Gar schnell unter den Mantel namb darmit wol in deß Jüden Hanß kam Samueh’s also genandt Ach Gott in deinem höchsten Thron was Jammer sich thet haben an. Die Jüden hetten ein grosse Frewd ob diesem Kind wol zu der Zeit gleich thetten sie fangen an mit Nadel Pfriemen unnd anders mehr das theten sie alles suchen her. Da nun das Kind sein Vatter nit sah sein liebe Mutter war auch nicht da ein hellen schrey das Kind da thet sein Hälßlein thetens ihm binden zu wie ihr dann jetzt werd hören nun. Der ein der nambs auff seinen Schoß der ander hart darneben saß ein Schüssel namb in die Hand darin das Blut thet fangen auff setz hubens schnell uberhauff. Stochen das arme Kindelein an seinem gantzen Leibe sein mit Nadel unnd Pfriemen sehr sein Hälßlein ihm zugebunden han kein schrey es weitter nicht kundt thun. O Vatter du allerhöchster Gott was lidt das Kind für grosse not in dieser stund fürwar von der Gottlosen Jüdenschaar die Christum auch verfolget gar. Als es vergossen hett sein Blut sein Leben sich jetzt enden thut schlugen sies gar zu todt thertens vergraben unter das Hew daß es ihn nicht brecht ein Geschrey Als Vatter unnd Mutter nun kamen heim ihr Kind nicht thet? vorhanden seyn groß Jammer hub sich an sie lieffen in alle Gasses hin und schryen sehr mit lautter Stimm. Herz Jesu Christ in deinem Thron wo bistu doch mein lieber Sohn immermehr kommen hin bistu ins Wasser gefallen so muß es Gott geklaget seyn. Die Kinder in der Statt gemein die schryen alle uberein die Jüden das Kind han gestolen und genommen hin der heylig Geist gabs ihn in sinn. Sein Vatter unnd Mutter alle beyd sind nider gefallen auff die Erd in Ohnmacht lagen da Ach Sohne liebster Sohne mein wie bringstu uns in grosse pein. Ein frommer Bischoff wie ich sag der wohnet dißmals in der Statt dem theten sie es zeigen derselbig als ein frommer Mann seine Trabanten bald thet schicken an. Daß man soll suchen in der Statt inallen Haußern wie ich sag wie dann geschehen ist doch kundt man diese Kindelein nicht finden wie ich melde fein. Die Jüden waren hart verzagt und hielten da ein schnellen raht wie sies wollen fangen an daß man die sach nicht auffdeckt wie ich dann jetzt wil singen recht. Ins Wasser sies geworffen han groß Stein thetens ihm hencken an das Wasser aber nicht das Kindelein wolt nemen an dieweil es hert keine schuld daran. Sie lieffen für den Bischoff hin auß falschem erdichten sinn ein Kindlein gefunden wer in Samuels Keller wir zeigen an zu neid und haß has mans uns than. Der Bischoff als ein frommer Mann ließ ihm sie Sach zu hertzen gahn von stunden schicker hin zu holen dieses Kindelein ach Gott wie ther Vatter und Mutter sein. Die Jüden das Kind musten greiffen an das Blut gar bald gegen ihn sprang hierbey thet man es sehen daß sie dem armen Kindelein hetten genommen das Leben sein. Die Jüden man gefangen namb groß Pein unnd Marter man ihn thet an biß sie bekennet han daß sie das Kind gestolen han auch jämmerlich umbringen than. Ein grosses Gut dem Bischoff han geborten und zu geben thun es möcht sie helffen nicht kein Gut un Gelt wolt nemen an das kindlein er wolt rechen thun. Mit Zangen sie gerissen hat und thet sie schleiffen durch die statt in allen Gassen rumb auch sie thet stossen mit dem Rad endlich darauff geleget hat. Samuel der Dieb ihm selber vergab daß man nit mehr erfahren hat su Pulffer verbrennen thun Hiemit wil ich beschliessen thun durch Jesum Christum seinen Sohn. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. multiple Date Date of ballad 1606 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Freyburg Image / Audio Credit Universitätsbibliothek Erfurt 13 - Tp. 8° 02970 (08) Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/61ee866bb5263d4e0e7e303677b06fa2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="500"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/addb1271981112cd9e2cc76fc6d83e75.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" 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 Drey warhafft und erschröckliche newe Zeitung...Von etlichen Jüden von Trient/ in Welschland... blood libel breaking on the wheel Jews murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/db98b5d6eade1719f9ff1cccc8170d9d.tif eaba26e40b51001617ec6eed0b7b9ef4 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/52bda1b087567ed27d7cede5f290a30f.tif 8e97e942ec7a1d721ab6097999c39372 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a849f5ed2abc195b39c075295d6a6fcd.tif b5b49290dbeca46a4a6d77849007db74 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b047db2ec8fdf93c24ba630427726443.tif 9f6f39fb3b5e386818755eab730e3093 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ceb362de8c65e104e0fad6939e43c34e.tif 84ba483b262150d834bbb5e37ce0cda2 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle : Das Erste: Vom Eppele von Gaylingen ; Das ander: Ein trauriges Lied/ Vom Obersten Vogelsperger genan[n]t/ so umb Unschuld mit dem Schwerdt hingericht worden ; In deß Lindenschmids Thon zusingen. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Account of the execution of Sebastian Vogelsperger, leader of a group of German Landsknechten (mercenary soldiers) who sold their services to the king of France. When the sentence was carried out on 7 February 1548, Vogelsperger made a bitter speech on the scaffold, accusing Lazarus von Schwendi, the German commander who had arrested him, of trapping him by false promises. Image / Audio Credit Staatsbibliothek zu Berlin <Yd 8820>. <a href="https://kxp.k10plus.de/DB=2.1/SET=2/TTL=1/SHW?FRST=1/PRS=HOL" target="_blank">VDLied Digital. </a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1149">Lindenschmid</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/db98b5d6eade1719f9ff1cccc8170d9d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="210" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/52bda1b087567ed27d7cede5f290a30f.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="210" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a849f5ed2abc195b39c075295d6a6fcd.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="210" height="350"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Date Date of ballad 1650 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle von fürgenomner Conspiration wegen, hingerichteten frantzösischen Herren, Du Terrail genampt : auss frantzösischer inn teutsche Sprach ubergesetzt : in der Melodey eines frantzösischen Liedts: sur le chant, Le Parque si terrible, etc. oder, Voyez la grand offense, etc Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Getruckt zu Bern, 1609 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Executions of Du Terrail and Bastide for conspiracy to blow up the city of Geneva, upon the designs of the duke of Savoy, in 1609. Image / Audio Credit Universität Bibliothek Bern MUE H XXII 53 : 26. 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Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Date Date of ballad 1609 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 Ein nüw Klaglied uber den Todt, unnd Absterben dess zu Genff German Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2cac48444132f00bf9bd26a81d534cde.jpg 077f0c2e3c01028de19aee081f92a65d https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/399c1bce9f5d74bf7f2c9eee297142d7.jpg 47f88b3459caa42c6df8b8ef0a9ac83a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/70989973c2414b6b2cf5dfee0abf0169.jpg 52252302480e2c571439c183d37aa211 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/e9a9b46d3a0eaa8d6b05cf6573f4383d.jpg 2aec3493adef5538268f52e91d505c88 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1f7ecf38b6daffa16ef858ca36002c4c.jpg 1cf6c0853fcbac8116951903e753dd10 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Die Erste: von einem Gottlosen Mann/ Von Růd Lentzburger-Ampts/ Nam[m]ens Christen Berchthold/ seines Handwercks ein Büchsenschmid/ welcher den 7. Mey dises 1663. jahrsseine eigene Kind mit einem Biel schröcklich ermordt vnd vmbgebracht/ auch sein Eheweib grausamlich tractiert vnd verwundet/ vnd wie erwegen solcher begangenen Vbelthat zu Lentzburg hingerichtet worden/ wird män[n]iglich zur wahrnung im Gesang berichtet werden. Im Thon:: Kompt her zu mir spricht GOttes Sohn/ Image / Audio Credit Universitätsbibliothek Bern, MUE Rar alt 747 : 2:7. Public domain, digitised by <a href="https://www.e-rara.ch/bes_1/content/titleinfo/14733375" target="_blank">e-rara.ch</a> Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Gedruckt zu Basel : bey Jacob Decker, 1663 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Christen Berchthold murders his wife and child and is executed in Lentzburg in 1663. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Kommt her zu mir spricht Gottes Sohn 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 1663 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. 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Title A name given to the resource Zwo Erschröckliche jedoch wahrhafftige Newe Zeitungen German infanticide murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f16146957531716b24ec8d62857aafe0.jpg 4efb6985799ce5ade02e20704f44f350 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/da5b6f5329af2f92564cfba24f7ca6b5.jpg a1345e9f53e964cf181fa7b8addbb092 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fa21751799fe7c464cb54d210ccd7a50.jpg 4a6a23f33d0367d1c6970d82cc2542a5 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4d5349fa1d39296a95b3a18cf109c9b9.jpg 3bf21a3ee5f818174c240996e48f97ce https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d931c9c709133314ea6ccaec1f15b99c.jpg 4274727fb47c6c254896427d6dc9f984 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/55568086b37142bda9d5d7b35de9fd64.jpg feff2d73baa2f70702f9fd80e9d0514f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/eadaebdbc359116f363332392f3e8c99.jpg fd2c1b47da7e5edcbaa345e9f8513cd1 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/76daf409853c53e9951f907da668ea3b.jpg 84da913e2d08be7567e469fc38c62c59 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Von einer Gottlosen Mörder-Bande/ welche in dem vergangenen Winter im Siebenbürger-Land/ unweit Ungarn/ mit Rauben/ Mörden/ Stählen/ und anderen Schand-Thaten/ grossen Freffel verübet/ doch endlich auff einem Schloß von einer Edelfrawen eingethan/ und der Justitz gefänglich überlieferet worden/ von welcher sie sämtlich den wohl-verdienten Lohn empfangen haben : Dieses alles hat der geneigte Leser in diesem Gesang außführlich zu vernemmen : Im Thon: Kompt her zu mir/ spricht Gottes Sohn/ [et]c Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A gang of robbers is brought to justice. Image / Audio Credit Universitätsbibliothek Bern, MUE Rar alt 760 : 1:46. Public domain, digitised by <a href="https://www.e-rara.ch/bes_1/content/titleinfo/17299058" target="_blank">e-rara.ch</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Kompt her zu mir spricht Gottes Sohn Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. multiple Date Date of ballad 1725 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. 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Title A name given to the resource Ein warhafftiges aber zugleich trauriges Zeitungs-Lied/ gang murder outlaws robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0fe3be69a55fc0fc77d394644098e5c1.tif c23920f2751aa390f6bf65958953e02b https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2943df6506c971701ebd0b8b0a024c2a.tif 43709e6692727755e596ff86bd00b4ed https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/e8c0562fd2d09823e2b89860daef6636.tif 584d160f6243aa21bdb46644dc59f41b https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7d5eadac1e52c07e3fde7f8d1a640b75.tif 1b8c125bde69fdc706607d4bf868fa97 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/94da41ed948c3b70facfa72e47e07ae8.tif 411c7ee235ecfde04a94f11095dcfa16 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle von sechs Mördern fünff Mann vnnd ein Weibsperson, welche heuwer in diesem Jar den 29. tag Maij zu Meggelitz in Mehren sein hingerichtet worden ... in Gesangeweiss gestelt : Im Thon: Kompt her zu mir spricht Gottes Sohn ; Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad 5 men and a woman are executed for murder, robbery and witchcraft in Meggelitz Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Vlmitz : N. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Ein Gründtliche auch warhafftige und erschlöckliche newe Zeitung German murder robbery witchcraft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f9f8fcca7f5d183c9abc590ed1c84b15.png 25ba0b46ce6e34df90713fddc1a1d5b1 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d27587289199f7460e70eaee0ddddcfa.png 59486d9fcd4c00478cd208d37fdc623d 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Das Ungeheuer der Wälder von Mähren und Oesterreichisch-Schlesien; Hingerichtet am 1. Oktober im Garten der Frohnfeste zu Neutitschein (in Mähren) Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Vernehmt die Schreckenskunde [illegible] Die dieser grausame Mörder In Mähren verübet hat. Einen edlen Priester fällt der Mörder, Mit dem Revolver an, Hilferufend stürzt die Magd herbei Schnell entfernte er sich dann. Sechsfach ist die Blutthat, Verthiert ist des Mörders Herz, Himmelschreiend was er gethau hat, Grenzenlos der armen Waisen Schmerz. Er raubte auch armen Kindern Den Vater gewissenlos, Welcher der Kleinen erzogen in Ehren, Jetzt ruht er in der Erde Schoß. Nach Arbeit Sorg und Mühen, Die drei Braven durch den Wald geh’n. [cut off] Als er alle [?]ingeschlachtet als er die [illegible] Sch [illegible] Ober seinem Haupt. In Mährisch-Rothwasser in einem Gasthaus Gelingt es den Mörder zu arretiren, Jetzt sind seine fluchbeladnen Thaten aus Bald muß er das Todesurtheil spüren. Hartnäcking, ohne Reue, ist der verstockte Bösewicht, Er weist den Priester zurück Treibt Spott über die Gotteslehre Erkennt nicht das Gnadenlicht. Doch in der Todestunde, Was ist aller Reichtum auf dieser Welt, Verbrecher Du erzittere, wenn Dir aus Priesters Munde Die Verzeihung Deiner Sünden fehlt. Die arme Seele tritt mit Beben, Vor Gottes Angesicht, Hast Du gefühnt Dein blutbeflecktes Leben, So der Ewige zu der armen Seele spricht, Nicht weiter wollen wir in Gottes Allmacht dringen [photo cuts off here] Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f9f8fcca7f5d183c9abc590ed1c84b15.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/d27587289199f7460e70eaee0ddddcfa.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="350"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. 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Title A name given to the resource Der sechsfache Raubmörder Anton Schimak : German murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c8e60ceb4f1484ecc93ef59c5630b7c0.png f285254e7d5b34f4a437d14da9e2bbe4 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fab5e2a5433369b96bcf100e799cd27b.png bc28b4ab559b508222f18720bf162cd1 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/308556af6e0e7cee9f49a615dff6821e.png a13ace3cf2d69d134a84f9ea42347f86 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle welche zu Mannheim wegen vielen Räubereyen und Mordthaten hingerichtet worden sind Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Mother and four sons sentenced to be executed in Mannheim for multiple crimes of murder and robbery. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. Ich will euch was Neues singen, Ihr Christen nehmt’s in Acht, Ihr werd ja gleich vernehmen, Was sich begeben hat. Es ist ja noch nicht lang, Zu Mannheim wird bekannt, Da führt man vier Personen, Hinaus mit gewehrter Hand. 2. Eine Mutter mit vier Söhnen, Führt man auf die Richtstatt, Sie müssen Urlaub nehmen, Von ihrer Bruderschaft. Liebe Kinder verzeihet mir, Weil die Schuld ist an mir, Daß ihr euer junges Leben, Müßt lassen jetzund hier. 3. Es ist schon alles verziehen, Herzliebste Mutter mein, Gelobt sey und gepriesen, Die Herrschaft zu Mannheim. Weil sie so gütig ist, Ein gnädiges Urtheil spricht. Wir hätten zwar verdienet, Noch viel ein schärfer Gericht. 4. Zwölf Jahr haben wirs getrieben, Mordthat und Rauberey, Die Kirchen ausgeraubet, Das trieben wir ohne Scheu. Barbara meine Mutter ist, Sie hat uns schlecht erzogen, O du mein Herr Jesu Christ, Wie sind wir jetzt betrogen. 5. Stephan thut kläglich meinen, Und ruft seinen Jesum an, Er möcht ihm doch verzeihen, Die Sünd die er hat gethan. Eins thut ihm schmerzlich kränken, Wenn er denkt daran, Eine schwangere Frau aufgeschnitten, Hat ihm nichts leids gethan. 6. Der allerjüngste Sohn, Der heut zwölf Jahr alt ist, Der schaut mit seinen Augen, Wie man seine Mutter richt. Liebes Kind, vergiß es nicht, Dein Vater ist auch schon gericht, Kommst du zu böser Gesellschaft, Laß dich verführen nicht. 7. Joseph war schon der Letzte, Auf dieser Richterstatt, Er thät sich fast entfetzen, Drauf ging er so gemach, Dort hängt mein Kamerad, Und ich muß auf das Rad, Das ist mir schon verheißen, Das heißt für mich ein Grab. 8. Bitt euch um Gottes Willen Ihr Christen insgemein, Thut euch ein Exempel dran nehmen Die ihr hier versammelt seyd. Ist das eine Mutterzucht, Die selber ihre eigene Frucht, Vier Kinder hat erzogen, Dem Scharfrichter zum Meisterstück. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, breaking on the wheel Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. 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(Bl 5666). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=4/TTL=1/CMD?MATCFILTER=N&MATCSET=N&ACT0=&ACT=SRCHA&IKT=1016&SRT=YOP&ADI_BIB=&TRM=Trauriges+Abschieds-Lied%2C+einer+Mutter+mit+ihren+vier+S%C3%B6hnen%2C&REC=*" target="_blank">VD Lied digital. </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 Trauriges Abschieds-Lied, einer Mutter mit ihren vier Söhnen, breaking on the wheel German murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/38d73df9675231717a4010377f9ebb25.png 1c87b7a1933a1763853e9fe0ba04d64c 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Nancy, France Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Schwiebus : Reiche [ca. 1922] URL https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=1/TTL=1/SHW?FRST=2 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/38d73df9675231717a4010377f9ebb25.png" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="900" height="700"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Image / Audio Credit Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. 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Title A name given to the resource Das Opfer der Liebe oder: Die unschuldig Hingerichtete : Geschehen in Nancy in Frankreich https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b7de9d77fb5aa98185c69c53267f7c92.tif af92a0de4914ed2f19417c838714430b https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0257181175f72db8caccf0a33f41ef51.tif 00f2b9d16df7c0b3c91e8aae74ca3a07 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0c9355de17c6a048f797d553d29bc5f4.tif 2b372561ee5807720b6dfd5a886fda75 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3e58a086472cd4d5ccdea3dc76c50b0b.tif d1b988533c183dc535a13c187bc06dad 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Michel Mayer, a Jew, cattle dealer, residing in Schiefbahn, 46 years old, is seized during a theft by a gang in Viersen at night, and executed by guillotine. Image / Audio Credit SBB-PK Berlin (51 in: Yd 7920). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=3/TTL=1/SHW?FRST=1" target="_blank">VD Lied digital.</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Ihr Junge Leute Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Der Bauer Hans aus Viersen schlief, Es war schon in der Nacht sehr tief, Da lärmt es vor der Pforte, Und störte ihn in seiner Ruh; Drauf stürmt er auf die Thüre zu, Auch hört man fremde Worte. Es dringen in die Stube ein Der Diebe sieben groß und klein, Bewaffnet mit Pistolen. Sie zünden an ein Kerzenlicht, Der Mann entflieht, die Frau doch nicht, Sie liegt auf heissen Kohlen. Geb’s Geld her, riefen sie mit Zorn, Der packt sie an der Sürgel vorn, Der andre leert die Schränke; Des Bauern Söhne alle zwei Die hören das was unten sey Gepolter und G?zänke. Die Flinte nimmt der Eine dann, Der Andre was er friegen kann, So steigen sie hernieder. Indessen trägt die Diebesband Das Geld hinweg, doch vieles fand Nachher der Bauer wieder. Der eine Sohn voll herz und Muth Schießt auf die Diebe und das Blut, Färbt allsogleich den Boden, Die Söhne haven tapfer drein, Verjagen Diebe groß und klein, Sie fliehn mit einem Toden. Den findet man bei Morgenzeit, Er war aus einem Ort nicht weit, Er starb an seinen Wunden. Die Räuber schossen manchmal zwar, Doch nach nicht ganz 2 Stunden war Das Diebespack verschwunden. Doch sehet nun was findet man Im Fenstergitter trift man an Den Meyer einen Juden. Er wollte bei dem Lärmen fliehn Doch seine Kleider hielten ihn Man sah ihn gräßlich bluten. Im Kopfe hatte er ein Loch Der eine Nachbar wollte noch Ihm ißt den Garaus geben Der Jude wurde losgemacht Und gleich vor die Justiz gebracht Bekannt hat er sein Leben. Bekannt, daß er mit Andern hat Vollbracht die schwarze böse That, Und so nach Köln geführet. Er leugnet dort vor dem Gericht Den Diebstahl, doch es hülft ihm nicht, Er wird dort kondemniret. Gesprochen ist sein Leben ab, Nun führt man ihn vom Thurn herab Dahin zur Guillotine: Der Himmel es doch von uns wend, Daß keiner ein so schrecklich End Von uns dereinst verdiene. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Date Date of ballad 1801 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Köln (Cologne), Germany Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Notes on VDLied site re dating: Year of publication estimated by decapitation: 9. Vendémiaire X = 1.10.1801. Erscheinungsjahr geschätzt nach Datum der Enthauptung: 9. Vendémiaire X = 1.10.1801. - Datum der Enthauptung ermittelt in Flugschrift: Michel Mayer, ein Jud, Viehhändler, wohnhaft in Schiefbahn, 46 Jahr alt, welcher den 27ten auf den 28ten Prair. in der Nacht bei einem Diebstahl in Viersen ergriffen, ... wird heute den 9ten Ven. 10ten Jahres Nachmittags um 3 Uhr durch die Goullitine hingerichtet Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b7de9d77fb5aa98185c69c53267f7c92.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="220" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0257181175f72db8caccf0a33f41ef51.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="220" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0c9355de17c6a048f797d553d29bc5f4.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="220" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3e58a086472cd4d5ccdea3dc76c50b0b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="220" height="350"></iframe> 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 Lied von der Enthauptung des Juden Michel Meyer German guillotine Jews robbery 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Also aber ergings in der Zeit, Es erhueb sich imlandt krieg und streit, Thet an die Fromen g’langen Mit Raub und brandt gar hertigelich, In ain Jar: 12 haushaben hingericht, In grundt und boden verbrennet, Unser hab und guet gieng in den Rauch, Das Unrecht war yederman erlaubt, Der Fromb war nindert sicher, Kein schutz noch platz man nindert fundt, Das man sich da erhalten kundt, Muest sich ins Trüebsal richten! Under solcher tyranischer Zeit, Durch des sathans hass und neidt, Waren auch ermördet eben, In dem sechshundert 19ten Jar, Bey vierzig personen offenbar, Mit unmeuschlicher Marter und pein, Undere lieben Brüeder werth, Welches von Türkhen gnueg möcht sein, Setztens mit blossem leib Aufs Feuer in ein gluet hinein! Was das für ein bittrer todt mag sein, Das kan vernunft ermessen. Ein Tail mit andrer Marter mer, Mit aufhencken und reckhen seer, Mit Jungling und mit Junkfrawen, Und war allen umb gelt zu than, Welches man solte sagen an, Schonten nit des alten und grauen! Man kan es alles erzellen nit, Wie abscheulich es gangen ist, ein Christlich hertz muest wainen, Ob der unmenschlich Tyranej. Die sich doch Christen rüemen frej, Die waren Erger als Türken und haiden, Wie dan zu Pribitz auch geschah, Des Morgens Früe. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events (Pribitzer Lied im Cod. VIII. c. ex 1645, Pest, und im Cod. 203 und 194 Pos.) <ul><li>From: Josef Beck, <a href="https://archive.org/details/bub_gb_2qsUAAAAQAAJ/page/n415/mode/2up?q=pribitzer+lied" target="_blank">Die GeschichtsBücher der Wiedertäufer in Oesterreich-Ungarn betreffend deren Schicksale in der Schweiz, Salzburg, Ober und NiederOesterreich, Mähren, Tirol, Böhmen, SüdDeutschland, Ungarn, Siebenbürgen und SüdRussland in der Zeit von 1526 bis 1785</a> (Vienna, 1883) - the "Priebitzer Lied" is found on the following pages: 379, 380, 382, 383, 385, 387. </li> </ul> Details about the execution event in English available from: Paul Dedic (1959), <a href="https://gameo.org/index.php?title=Pribitz_Bruderhof_(Pribice,_Jihomoravsk%C3%BD_kraj,_Czech_Republic)" target="_blank">Pribitz Bruderhof (Pribice, Jihomoravský kraj, Czech Republic)</a>. Global Anabaptist Mennonite Encyclopedia Online. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Account of multiple executions of Anabaptists in 1619 Date Date of ballad 1619 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 Pribitzer Lied Anabaptists German heresy https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/52c5e030efddc302b2b1d498795791a2.png 50b97709a9fdf92516a88bd280424f27 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5b7aa7d92ef3074937710fb4bb1abc8b.png 71ced50a7c4963a92e609ff2a6e18aa6 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/90acf10eb3cae596e2694ff549df9d51.png a5c22483398a91a1f401decc403b4385 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/06de0707f72c60e75d271ca28e6a1145.png 5033414af3cb131635fcf38fb6c7cbac 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle der zum Tode verurtheilten Deliquentin Theresia K*** welche in Wien den 16. März 1809, wegen verübter Mordthat an ihrem eigenen Manne, mit dem Strange vom Leben zum Tode hingerichtet worden : Zum singen eingerichtet nach der bekannten Arie: Ich war kaum sechszehn Sommer alt Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Theresia K. murders her husband in 1809, is executed. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Ich war kaum sechszehn Sommer alt Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. Hört, Freunde! hört mein Abschiedslied Las un Arrest ich machte, Da Re?ker von der Welt mich schied, Das ich mir selbst zubrachte. 2. In dieser grauen Einsamkeit, Mir selbst nun überlassen, Muß ich des Rerkers Bitterkeit Ertragen ganz gelassen. 3. Als ich noch dreyzehn Jahre alt, Lebt’ ich in Jugendfreuden, Und hüpste froh im grünen Wald, Mich druckten keine Leiden. 4. Geführt durch meiner Eltern Hand, War Unschuld meine Zlerde, Es schmückte meinen Jugendstand Nur Tugend, die ich führte. 5. Mit Jahren wuchs auch Leidenschaft, Die mich zu Sünd verführte, Daß ich durch ihre Wirkungstraft Mich manchmal schwer verirrte. 6. Ich gab auf keine Lehren acht, Die mir die Eltern gaben, Und so fiel ich oft unbedacht In Schlund, den Sünden graben, 7. Wie tief der Mensch nun fallen kann, Der von der Tugend weichet, Sey klar und deutlich jedermann Mein Beyspiel dargereichet. 8. Seht Freunde! seht mein Elend an, So schwer hab’ich gefehlet, Weil ich nun statt der Tugendbahn Das Laster hab gewählet. 9. Gemordet habe ich sogar Den Mann, der mich geliebet, Und der nur stets beforget war, Daß er mich nicht beteübet. 10. Die That fühl ich nua Zentnerschwer, Die ich begangen habe, Weil ich geschäzet hab nicht mehr, Sein’ mir ertheilte Gabe. 11. Den Tod, der mir bestimmet ist, Leid ich nunmehr geduldig! Denn jeder Mensch als mein Mitschrift Bekennt mich dessen schuldig! 12. Ich scheide nun aus dieser Welt, Auf der ich schwer gefehlet, Zum Beyspeil bleibe aufgestellt Mein Strafe unverhehlet! 13. Verlaßt in eurem Leben nicht Den Tugendweg zu wandeln, Und denkt allzet an eure Pflicht Nach dem Gefez zu handeln! 14. Bleibt Gott und eurem Fürsten treu In eurem ganzen Leben Sonst reißt ever Glück entzwey, Das Gott euch hat gegeben. 15. Gebt jener Stimme stets Gehör, Die euch zum Guten leitet, Damit euch werde mehr und mehr Der Guadenweg bereitet. 16. Und so vermehret jederzeit Dein Eifer, gut zu handeln, Versäumet kein’ Gelegenheit Als wahrer Christ zu wandeln! 17. Dann mag er kommen, wann er will, Der Tod mit seinen Pfeilen, Erhalten werd’t ihr stets das Ziel In’s Himmelreich zu eilen. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. female Date Date of ballad 1809 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. n.l. 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Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=5/TTL=1/CMD?MATCFILTER=N&MATCSET=N&ACT0=&ACT=SRCHA&IKT=1016&SRT=YOP&ADI_BIB=&TRM=Reuevolles+und+zur+Warnung+dienendes+Abschieds-Lied+von+der+Welt%2C&REC=*&COOKIE=U999,K999,D1.60,Ecc4e06eb-7,I0,B9994++++++,SY,A,H12-15,,17-23,,30,,73-78,,88-90,NGAST,R122.199.63.35,FN" target="_blank">VD Lied digital</a> - Wiener Liedflugschriften. <a class="link_gen" href="http://vlw.dabis.org/PSI/redirect.psi&f_search=&sessid=---&strsearch=IDN=95885&pool=VLWX&file=TIT&" target="_blank">ÖVLA Wien <ÖC Kotek 1240> </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 Reuevolles und zur Warnung dienendes Abschieds-Lied von der Welt, Female German 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle welcher im 24sten Jahre seines Alters mit noch 19 seiner Kameraden am 20sten November 1803 zu Maynz ausser der Stadt durch die Guillotine hingerichtet worden ist Nebst Schinderhannes Abschieds-Lied Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Account of the execution of Johannes Bückler aka Schinderhannes, and 19 of his fellow gang members in 1803. 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/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle vom Schwurgericht Elbing über die Ehefrau des Eigenkäthners Hochstein und ihre Helfershelferin, Frau Damalski Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Wenn Du noch einen Vater hast, So danke, Kind, Gott auf Knieen, Du kennst noch nicht des Lebens Last, Richt, was es heißt, sich abzumühen. Damit für Weib und Kind das Brot Und was sonst für die Seinen nöthig, Nicht sehle in der Zeit der Noth, Ist er von früh bis Abends thätig. Des Vaters Auge ruht auf Dir, Wenn Dich die Mutter sorglich pfleget, Du bist ihm seines Namens Zier, Den er als theures Kleinod heget. Er freut sich deiner Jugendlust Und denkt, so bist Du selbst gewesen, Ein Dankgefühl füllt seine Brust, Sieht er von Krankheit Dich genesen. Bald trittst Du in die Welt hinauß, Der Jugend Tage sind entschwunden. Dein Weggang auß der Eltern Hauß, Macht auch dem Vater trübe Stunden. Ob Du befolgst wohl seinen Rath, Die Frage stört oft seinen Schlummer; Ob Du wohl weichst wom rechten Pfad, Dies macht dem Vater schweren Kummer. Denn, hast Du keinen Vater mehr, Fehlt Dir der beste Freund auf Erden, Ein Freundeßherz, so liebeleer, Kann Dir Erfatz dafür nicht geben. So oft Du an der Mutter hand Gehst hin zu Deines Vaters Hügel, So sprich, Dein Aug’ empor gewandt: “Sei Du stets meines Lebens Spiegel.” Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A woman and her neighbour murder her husband. The song is sung to the child left behind. 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(Bl 13267). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=4/TTL=1/CMD?MATCFILTER=N&MATCSET=N&ACT0=&ACT=SRCHA&IKT=1016&SRT=YOP&ADI_BIB=&TRM=Doppeltes+Todesurtheil&REC=*" target="_blank">VD Lied digital. </a> Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. female Date Date of ballad 1890 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 Doppeltes Todesurtheil, gefällt am 20. 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Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle eines Gärtners Sohn von Nürnberg, drey und zwanzig Jahr alt welcher wegen begangener grausamer Mordthat, die er an seinem Mitknecht, Karl Gottlieb Langfritz, einen Todtengräbersknecht von etlich dreyßig Jahren, den 3ten December 1787. auf das erbärmlichste und grausamste verübet hat, und heute, den 18ten März 1788. zu Nürnberg zur wohlverdienten Straffe, anderen aber zum warnenden Beispiel, mit dem Rad vom Leben zum Tode gebracht worden : An dem Tage seiner Hinrichtung als ein Beispiel und Exempel für jeden Menschen, besonders aber der Jugend zur Warnung, zum ewigen Andenken verabfaßt Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A ballad in the voice of Philipp Feigels (23), a gardener 's son of Nuremberg, who murdered his fellow servant, Karl Gottlieb Langfritz, a gravedigger (30), on 3 December 1787. Feigels was broken on the wheel in Nuremberg on 18 March 1788. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. In eigener melodie (to its own tune) Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel 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 1788 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. 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(V 1/1141-11). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=3/TTL=5/CMD?MATCFILTER=N&MATCSET=N&ACT0=&ACT=SRCHA&IKT=1016&SRT=YOP&ADI_BIB=&TRM=Urthel+und+reum%C3%BCthiges+Bu%C3%9F-+und+Abschiedslied+des+Philipp+Feigels%2C&REC=*" target="_blank">VD Lied digital. </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/. 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Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad On 7 August 1866, Timm Thode murdered his family and set the house on fire. Eight people died. 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 1868 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Hamburg : Kahlbrock Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="http://estories.x10.mx/timm-thode-der-morder-seiner-familie/" target="_blank">Timm Thode, der Mörder seiner Familie</a>, Amphio Geschichten online lesen. (German) <a href="https://amok.fandom.com/wiki/Timm_Thode" target="_blank">Timm Thode</a>, Amok Wiki (English) Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. (V 1/1135-3, 1868-130). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=3/TTL=1/SHW?FRST=5" target="_blank">VD Lied digital.</a> Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <ul><li><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1282">Timm Thode's, des achtfachen Mörders und Brandstifters, Schwurgerichts-Verhandlung und Urtheil</a></li> </ul> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8223797cf5d2e6474afb29368757029b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="300"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/61cda78325420f4592249fb75007d89d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="300"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/af0392ebb4b111a132e853666fbf14e8.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="300"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/bf349f2a7d000aadae2abe179b1f4b81.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="300"></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 Urtheil u[nd] Hinrichtung des achtfachen Mörders und Brandstifters Timm Thode https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/784ac86ca7c31c2b60e573d31196bcc5.png ba0978811b33eb7d58a94f52efe91256 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a752c6c7377208a1e080249c411d534e.png c380f40c13d3b482df75d92cfad8b053 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b9626e3ded9d350cc528abf0657ff2ca.png c4c5461ca23fbee2c5b263b800ea82af https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/34d5549034f0aaa644ca9cd9caaf01e7.png 6e83f4e5caa87f3a6f053936383acf04 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7be9161f8f0e36e4132a7681ab10bdbb.png 3673ab9f4d44b3c9f53b75409edb53fe 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Timm Thode was a German who killed eight people in Groß-Campen, near Wilster, German Confederation during the night from August 7 to August 8, 1866. He was arrested several months later, sentenced to death, and executed on May 13, 1868. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Wohl die Menschheit mag's empören, Wenn man durch verruchte That Frech ein Leben sieht zerstören Welches Gott erschaffen hat Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Hamburg : Kahlbrock Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/784ac86ca7c31c2b60e573d31196bcc5.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="300"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a752c6c7377208a1e080249c411d534e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="300"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b9626e3ded9d350cc528abf0657ff2ca.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="300"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/34d5549034f0aaa644ca9cd9caaf01e7.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="300"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. (V 1/1135-3, 1868-125>). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=1/TTL=1/MAT=/NOMAT=T/CLK?IKT=8062&TRM=Timm+Thode%27s,+des+achtfachen+M%C3%B6rders+und+Brandstifters,+Schwurgerichts-Verhandlung+und+Urtheil" target="_blank">VD Lied digital. </a> Date Date of ballad 1869 Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <ul><li><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1281">Urtheil u[nd] Hinrichtung des achtfachen Mörders und Brandstifters Timm Thode</a></li> </ul> 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 Timm Thode's, des achtfachen Mörders und Brandstifters, Schwurgerichts-Verhandlung und Urtheil 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 German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Im Thon, Entlaubet ist der Walde, Oder, Ich stund an einem Morgen. Oder: All die ihr jetzund etc. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Entlaubet ist der Walde, or Ich stund an einem Morgen, or All die ihr jetzund Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. Ach Gott com Himmelreiche, Nim deiner Schäflein wahr, Laß sie von dir nicht weichen, Ihr ist ein kleine Schaar, Halt sie in deiner Hute, Hilff ihn’n aus Jammers Noth, Das Their sie jagen thute, Müssen leiden den Todt. 2. Man legt sie hart gefangen. In eines Kerckers Grund, Dem Herren sie lobsangen Und preißten ihn mit Mund, O Herr laß dichs erbarmen, Und dir geklaget seyn, Komm bald zu Hilff uns armen, Halt und im Willen dein. 3. Sie woll’n uns von dir dringen Mit ihrem hohen Pracht, Grimmig darwider ringen, Verleih dein Göttlich Macht. Mir hond kein’n andern Herren Im Himmel noch auf Erd. Was wir von ihm begehren Deß werden wir gewährt, 4. Christus sendt aus sein Boten Beut uns sein Reich mit an, ?ie alle Welt verspotten, Mit grosser Freud und Wonn. Wir haben aufgenommen Des Herren Reich und Gnad. ?ie Pfaffen drüber brummen, Hassen und früh und spath. 5. Sie hons verborgen sehre, Mehr dann fünff hundert Jahr, Mit ihrer falschen Lehre Verführt ein grosse Schaar, ?reten sein Wort mit Füssen, Es muß verachtet seyn. ?err gib ihn daß sies bützen, Und thun den Willen dein. 6. Zu Saltzburgists geschehen, Ists nicht eine grosse Klag? Mancher Mann hat gesehen, Daß man auf einen Tag Achtzehen thät verbrennen, Allein um Christi Lehr, Die sie thäten bekennen, Daß Er allein wär Herr. 7. Das Bild woltens nicht ehren, Noch das Their bäten an, Ihr Wort und Lehr nicht hören, Kein Zeichen woltens han Des Widerchristens Hauffen, In ihrer Stirn noch Hand, Drum dorfften sie nicht kauffen, Noch verkauffen im Land. 8. Bey Christo sind sie blieben, Sein Zeichen g’nommen an. Ihr Namen sind geschrieben Im Buch des Lebens stahn, Als Christelich Ritter Erlangten sie die Kron, Im Feuer sehr heiß und bitter, Die ewig Freud und Wonn. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. heresy (Anabaptism) Gender Gender of the person being executed. multiple Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Ausbund, das ist Etliche Schöne Christliche Lieder wie sie in dem Gefängnüss zu Bassau in dem Schloß von den Schweitzer-Brüdern, und von anderen rechtgläubigen Christen hin und her gedichtet worden...‎page 164 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/. 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Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle welcher im 24ſten Jahre seines Alters mit no 10 einer Kameraden am November auſſer der Stadt durch die Guillotine hingerichtet worden iſt, Nebſt / Schinderhannes Abſchieds-Lied. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Account of the execution of the infamous outlaw Schinderhannes Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: <a href="https://www.deutsche-digitale-bibliothek.de/item/CJ2FDU5KYZ33JKXP4BMEQWFHVWVX7ULN" target="_blank">Bayerische Staatsbibliothek</a> P.o.germ. 852 q-2,1/54#Beibd.53 Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Hartes Schicksal meiner Jahre etc. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Schinderhannes Abſchiedslied. (Mel. Hartes Schickſal meiner Jahre c.) 1. Gute Nacht! – lebt wohl! – ich ſcheide – gute Nacht - ihr Menſchen all! – ſchaut mich nur recht an, denn heute ſeht ihr mich zum letztenmal; laßt euch noch von mir erzählen meinen kurzen Lebenslauf, prägt ihn tief in eure Seelen, Jugend hör – und merk darauf: 2. Wahr ists, was von mir zu leſen: daß ich eines Bauern Sohn von Saarbrücken bin geweſen; und dem Vater lief davon. Wahr iſts: daß ich mich verdungen zum Fallmeiſter in dem Land; daher auch der Nam“ ent- ſprungen, daß man Schinderhanns mich nannt. 3. Wahr iſts: daß ich einer Bande Hauptmann und Anführer war. Daß ich manchem in dem Lande plündert' und ermordt ſogar, welches meiſt an reichen Leuten und an Juden ich verübt. Darum ich den Tod muß leiden, den man auch mit Recht mir giebt. 4. Zweimal iſt mirs zwar gelungen, daß ich mich aus dem Arreſt losgemacht und bin entſprungen, doch zuletzt hielt man mich feſt. Da mein Schwager mich verrathen, daß ich Schinderhannesſey. Ich wurd darauf zum Sol- daten, mich dadurch zu machen frey. 5. Bald drauf wurd durch die Franzoſen ich nach Mainz geliefert gar. Da im Holzthurm ich geſchloſſen ſaß, bey- nah ſechsviertel Jahr. Und nun naht die letzte Stunde meines Lebens ſich heran; drum ſo hört aus meinem Munde, meinen letzten Abſchied an. 6. Nehmt euch all an meinem Leben ein Exempel und Beyſpiel. Wer dem Müſſiggang ergeben, nichtsarbeit, noch lernen will; ach! ich ſag es unverholen, wollte Gott, daß nicht ſo wär daß ich ſchon als Knab geſtolen und es nicht konntlaſſen mehr. 7. Merkt dieß, junge Leut und Kinder! Rehmt inchts, was nicht euch gehört; halt die Eltern und nicht minder eure Lehrer hoch und werth. Laßt mit wenig euch begnügen, geht zur Kirch uud Schule gern; meidet ſchlechte Streich und Lügen; denn wer lügt, der ſtiehlt auch gern. 8. Laſſet Geiz und Habſucht fahren; lebt keuſch, züchs tig, fromm und rein. Laßt euch auch in ältern Jahren nicht in böſe G'ſellſchaft ein; laßt zu etwas brauchen, das zur böſen That verleit. Habt im Herzen und vor Augen Gott, der richt es mit der Zeit. 9. Nichts half es mir, daß den Armen ich viel Guts - erwieſen dort; weil ohn” Mitleid und Erbarmen ich ge- raubek Und Ä Menſchen! wollt ihr Gutes üben, . haßt das Böſe, was ihr thut, und thut Niemand nicht betrüben, ſeys ein Chriſt gleich oder Jud. - 10. Drey und funfzig Haupt- Verbrechen, hab ich - ſchuldig mich gemacht, die auf meinen Räuberwegen seit vier Jahren ich vollbracht. Einbruch, Straſſen äubereyen, nebſt drey Mordthat ich verübt. Weib und Kinder mir nachſchreyen: Mörder ! uns haſt du betrübt ! ! 11. Gott! ich bin ein armer Sünder! war ein großer Böſewicht. Ach! verfahr mit mir gelinder, geh nicht mit mir ins Gericht. Lang thät mirs im Sinn ſchon ſchweben, daß ich bin zum Tod beſtimmt; weil, wer andern raubt ihr Leben, man mit Recht ſein Leben nimmt. 12. Jch geſteh frey und geduldigt Jch ſterb' nach Gerechtigkeit; aber zehn ſind faſt unſchuldig, ihr Tod rhut mir herzlich leid, weil ich ſie ſelbſt hab' verführet unter meine Räuber - Schaar; ihr Tod iſt es der mich rühret. – Gott, verzeih mir dies noch gar! 13. Lebt wohl, All, die ihr mich balde ſeht hinfüh- ren zum Gericht. Ach! ich bitt euch, Jung und Al- te, nehmt zu Herzen dies Gedicht. Fürchtet Gott von eurer Jugend, arbeit gern mit eurer Hand, daß ihr nie vom Weg der Tugend fallt in Laſter, Sünd und Schand. 14. Gute Nacht, Kind und Geliebte! die auf ihrer Jugendbahn ich verführt und jetzt betrübte. Ach, ver- zeih, was ich gethan! Du warſt treu, doch falſch dein Bruder, der mir Fall und Netz geſtellt; gute Nacht, Vater und Mutter! ich geh in ein beſſre Welt. 15. Ruhig, froh, getroſt und heiter geh ich in die Ewigkeit; springe von der Wagenleiter raſch und wil- lig und bereit hin zu jener Mordmaſchine ohne Schrecken, Qual und Pein und ſterb durch die Guillotine. Führ mich Gott zum Himmel ein! Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Gedruckt in Erlangen, und zu haben bey Johann Jakob Lewerer zu Zirndorf. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/d9f2668f20e5106ff964bda4f198ddf5.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="350" height="600"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/dce24ac66748e279456d0ffec774b016.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="350" height="600"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/fb2f2d1893bf68a0334195362aacfa5f.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="350" height="600"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Date Date of ballad 1803 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Oder So genannten Spändl-Hießl : Dann seiner zweyen unglückseeligen Cammeraden Gregori Vircker, Und Johannes Millner Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Entsetzlich bitterer Schmerz / etc. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Das Erste: 1. Nicht wundere dich O Welt! das man den Spändl-Hießl heut dir vor d’Augen stellt / gebunden und bestrickt / wird er zum Todt geschickt / es kommt der wohl verdiente Lohn vor seine Missethat / nicht spat. 2. O Zeitung voller Noth! so soll [?]ann gestorben seyn / O all zusaurer [?]odt! ich kenne deinen Grimm / ich [?]ttere vor der Stimm / die schon in meinem Ohren schallt / und spricht da[?] strenge Wort : fort! fort. 3. Fort Leuthner / sey bereit / zu leyden jenen strengen Streich / den die Gerechtigkeit / hat deinen halß bestellt / das Urtheil ist gefallt / und also [?] ache dich gefast / auf dise ferne Reiß / mit Fleiß. 4. Gar wohl ich habs verdient / weil ich so voller Laster mich / gantz unverschambt erkühnt / kein Sünd war mir zu groß / O schwärer Herzens-Stoß! nun aber fihlt das hange Hertz ein unverfälschte Reu / darbey. 5. In Ehe hab ich gelebt / und doch O Boßheit! stäts darbey nach frembder Lust gestrebt / nach disen fragt ich nicht / zu brechen Treu und Pflicht / war mir ein gantz geringe Sach / nun da ich bald vergeh / thuts weh. 6. Ich machte falsche Brieff / mein Feur-Drohen hats gemacht / daß niemand sicher schlieff / war ich ins Kerckers-Schooß / macht ich mich wider loß / nun aber werd ich von dem Todt / und seiner Tyraney / nicht frey. 7. Gesellschafft böser Leuth / war meiner Seelen aufenthalt / und mein Ergößlichkeit / mit denen ich verricht / was mire den Halß zerbricht / O Jugend frau / doch sihe zu / auf wem du hast gebaut / und traut. 8. Die Kirchen-Rauberey / den Diebstahl an geweyhten Orth / trib ich ohn allen Scheuh / Gott ließ also geschehen / und mich zur Straffe gehn / nun aber kombt die Zahlung-Zeit / sie druckt mich allzusehr / und schwär. 9. Ich hab nicht dran gedacht / da ich auß Raub und Dieberey / ein Hand-[?] hab gemacht / daß es ein Fäller [?] em Nächsten also frey / zu neh-[?] was er offtermahls erworben also heiß / mit Schweiß. 10. Der Laster seynd so vil daß ich sie jetzt an meinem End / nicht alle melden will / ach wär ich auch vergwist / daß der mir gnädig ist / vor dessen strengen Richter-Stuhl / erzittern wird mein Hertz / O Schmertz. 11. Nun schlägt die Todtesstund / ach daß ich mich doch in die Erd / anjetzt verkrichen kunt / so därfft nicht jedermann / mein Schande sehen an / O saurer Gang! O Schmertzens-Tritt! ach Rath-Hauß! ach! O wehe-adieu. 12. Jetzt steh ich vor Gericht / und höre was mir die Justiß / vor grädigs Urtheil spricht / ich küß den Todtes-Stab / den ich verdienet hab / und eyle ohne alle Forcht / zum neuen Wagen nauf / im Lauff. 13. Mann führt mich immer fort / man führet mich zu meiner Rahe / zu mein Vergnügens-Orth / ich bin bereit darzu / du aber Schöpffer du / du Ancker meiner Seeligkeit / bleib du an meiner Senf / allzeit. 14. Ich she den scharpfen Stahl / mit dem ich jetzt die schwäre Schuld / auf einen Streich bezahl / O Schwerdt ich küsse dich / dann du erlö est mich / von der betrübten Gfangenschafft / von aller Noth / im Todt. 15. Dir aber grosser Gott / fall ich zu Fuß in meinem Geist / was acht ich disen Spott / verzeyh du mir die Schuld / und schenck mire deine Huld / daß ich von allen Sünden frey / den letzten Sieg erwirb / und stirb. 16. Nun Erde gute Nacht / von [?]einem bösen Lebens-Lauff / wird jetzt [?] Schluß gemacht / wer disen schauen [?] der spiegle sich daran / ich aber fall auf meine Knye / und wart auf meinen Todt / in Gott. 17. O JESU steh mir bey / vertreib der Höllen folle Macht / mein Gott sey mir getreu / nun schon das Auge bricht / die Zunge nichts mehr spricht / so wird doch der erlöste Geist [?] eben Lob und Preyß / ich [?] 18. Mein Gott ich fahr dahin / hie ligt der Cörper schon entseelt / ohn Krafft / Berstand / und Sinn / ich habe wol gekriegt / weil ich durch Bllut gesiegt / und durch mein letzten Todtes-Kampff / kan gehn in Himmel ein / gantz rein. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. (Bl 7596). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=3/TTL=1/CMD?MATCFILTER=N&MATCSET=N&ACT0=&ACT=SRCHA&IKT=1016&SRT=YOP&ADI_BIB=&TRM=end-urtheil&REC=*">VD Lied digital. </a> Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel, beheading, hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, robberty Gender Gender of the person being executed. multiple Date Date of ballad 1725 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. n.p. 1725 'Gedruckt in disem Jahr' Image notice Full size images of all song sheets available at the bottom of this page. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle welchen der Sohn an seiner Mutter und seinen vier Geschwistern verübt hat : Geschehen den 17. Juni 1874 in Mühlhausen im Elsaß; Eigenthum von Florenz Harder Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Man murders his mother and four sisters in Mulhouse in Alsace in 1874 Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. (V 1/1135-5, 1873-164). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=2/TTL=1/SHW?FRST=3" target="_blank">VD Lied digital. </a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Weh', wenn Rohheit tief im Herzen Und verstockt ist das Gemüth Und wenn grauser Mordgedanke In des Menschen Herzen zieht. Wenn der Heim zum wilden Morden, Bald zur Reige ist geworden Und die grause That dann wird Nun in blinder Muth vollführt. Joseph Most noch jung von Jahren, Sosnt ein unbeschnoltner Mann, Doch sollt’ man an ihm erfahren, Wie weit der Mensch es bringen kann. Muth und Rachsucht, Neid und Tücke Und was sonst den Geist berückte, Wie ihn trieb die Bosheit fort Endlich ihm zum grausen Mord. Denn vielleicht von seiner Mutter, Fühlt er sich zurückgesetzt Und er ward in seinem Heezen Arg gekränket und verletzt. Und zue Reif kam der Gedanke, Der nicht wieder in ihm waukte, Die, die ihm das Lebeu gab, Sollte in die Gruft hinab. Bruder, Schwestern sollten sterben Von des wilden Bruders Hand, Und sie alle zu verderben D’ran er seine Freude fand. Ja so dacht er, ist es besser Und er kaufte sich ein ein Messer Und er schärfte allemal Nun zum grausen Mord den Stahl. Dann bei nächtlich stiller Weile Schlich er sich zum Hause hin Und erkletterte das Gitter Nur den grausen Mord int Sinn. Und zur nächtlich stillen Stunde Lockte er an sich die Hunde, Sperrte sie in einen Stall, Alle beide allzumal. Dann mit Ratzenschritten schlich er, Zu des Bruders Ruhstatt hin Und sein Dolchstoß der traf sicher Und was kümmerte das ihn Und als er dem jungen Leben Nun den Todestoß gegeben Eilte er sehr schleunig fort Zu begehn den zweiten Mord. Durch das Lärmen aufgeschrecket, War die Mutter nun erwacht, Auch die Schwester ward erwecket In der grausen Mitternacht Und zur Stunde der Gespenster Schlüpft die Jüngste durch das Fenster Doch für alle da war ja Doch noch keine Rettung da. Und die Mutter und die Schwester Hielten fest die Thüre zu Die sie von dem Mörder trennte Doch derselbe nun inm Nu Er zertrümmerte die Scheiben Und er stach dazu nach Beiden Bracht wüthend dann aufs Neu Ihnen mehre Stiche bei. Doch der Mutter ist’s gelungen, Daß dem Mörder sie entrann Aus dem Fenster ist gesprungen Und gereitet Sie alsdann. Dock der Tochter Kräfter schwanden Und des Mörders Stöße fanden Der entblößt ganz von Gefühl, Nun in ihrer Brust das Ziel. Da ein Licht nun schnell entzündet Noch der grause Unhold hat, Der nicht eine Spur empfindent, Von Reue über seine That, Als die Schwester er erblickte Wie sie noch die Augen zückte, Ward in dieser grausen Racht Ihr der Garaus noch gemacht. Als vollendet nun sein Morden Ging der Unhold still zu Haus Und als er sich umgekleidet Ging er in die Stadt noch aus. Da hat man ihn arretiret Und ihn in Arrest geführet Wo die grause Mörderthat Er ohn’ Reu gestanden hat. Christen seht an diesem Menschen Hier ein redend Beispiel an, Haltet fest an Gottes Lehren Ach und nichts euch bringen kann. Nur durch Reig und Tück zum Morden Sei er fähig erst geworden. Drum halt fest an Gottes Wort Nur auf ewig immer fort. Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Date Date of ballad 1874 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Druck und Verlag von H. A. Kahlbrock, Hamburg, Hütten 63. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle wo eine grausame Mutter ihre eigenen Kinder ermordete, so wie entsetzliches Ende der Verbrecherin. Geschehen an der französichen Grenze. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Woman in Toulon, France poisons her family, but only the son gets sick. She is caught and sentenced to death, but manages to escape. Her corpse is found in the mountains, eaten by vultures. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Wenn Gatten liebend sich vereinen, Wie trägt sich leicht da Sorg’ und Leid’ Doch wo der Zwietracht bösen Geister Das Band zu lockern sind bereit, Da wird zue Teffel nur die Eh’. Der Friede weicht, ein zieht das Weh’. Den Mann mit buhlerishcen Künsten Marie Sportni hat umstrickt; Die Reuschheit ging ihr längst verloren, Da fremde Männer sie berückt. Und weiter reißt die Sund’ sie fort, Der Ehebruch erzeugt den Mord. Um mit dem Buhlen zu entfliehen, Erichlägt die eignen Kinder sie. Ein Knabe nur vermag zu fliehen. Das Weib in Wahnsinnsphantasie. Reicht ihrem Gatten heimlich Gift, Jedoch der Tod den Buhlen trifft. Ihr Haus die Mörderin muß meiden, Im Elend sie beinah vergeht; Doch in Italien aufs neue Sie in der Lüste Bann gerät; In einem Wirtshaus unerkannt Veut sie zum Mord auf’s neu de Hand. Zu tä?en sucht sie eine Dame, Die mit den Dieneren fehrte ein! Ihr eigner Sohn entlarvt die Mutter, Als Louis Sportni grad trifft ein. Das Weib, aufs neue ist enfloh’n, Doch Sportni findent seinen Sohn. Die Dame wird des Kindes Mutter; Doch jenes fluchbeladene Weib Ereilt hoch in den Alpenketten Die ewige Gerechtigkeit. Zerfleischt von einem Geierpaar, Ihr Ende ganz entsetzlich war. O, wenn noch in dem zarten Busen Ein weiches Mutterherze schlägt, Mög die zu unsern Vater beten, Daß er si schützt, daß er sie hegt, Damit sie in des Lasters Bahn, Die abwärts führt, nie finken kann. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b523240ea94736af48f52df8924c3b7e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="290" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/079c176aeb7a5457dcb4de3d096d8c7b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="290" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5c356945b89985d7a86996b03dd58da4.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="290" height="350"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all song sheets available at the bottom of this page. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Juanita Junaz, a young woman in Zaragosa, is seduced by the wealthy Don Clabrio and abandoned. With her father, she plots revenge and poisons his entire family. She is dragged to the town square on an oxhide, her flesh pulling with burning pliers, and beheaded with an axe. Her father commits suicide. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Das Lied. Fern in Spanien’s schönem Lande, Wo die gold’ne Traube reift Und die Sonn’ mit heißem Brande Ueber gold’ne Saaten streift, Dort im schönen Lande eben, Das ein Feder Dichter preis’t, Hat sich Schreckliches begeben, Das uns fast das Herz vereis’t. Sie, der Mädchen schönste Blüthe, Lebte mit dem Vater dort, Unschuldvoll, sanft vom Gemüthe, In des Waldes düsterm Ort. Doch ein reicher Mann verführte Dieses Mädchen, jung und schön; Als er nahm, was einst sie zierte, Ließ er sich nicht wieder sehn. Da schwur wild der Vater Rache, Und die Tochter schwur es mit, Und so ging die grause Sache Ihren festen, blut’gen Schritt. Alles was ihm angehorte, Ihm, der fulsch und treulos war, Sann das Paar, wie es zerstörte Dieses auf dem Rachaltar. Alles, alles, mußt’ verderben Ihn auch wild die Rache trifft, Auch sein Weib, es mußte sterben, Alles fiel durch heimlich Gift; Doch das Mädchen auch traf Rache; Denn die Rach’ gehöret Gott, Und sie büßt’ die grause Sache Schrecklich bald auf dem Schaffot. Under der Vater endet plötzlich, Denn er hat durch eigne Hand In der Hütte sich entsetzlich In Verzweiflungsangst verbrannt. Und so endete ihr Lebe Beide büßten im Berein, Gott mög’ ihrer Seel’ vergeben, Gnädig und barmherzig sein. Subtitle Eine wahre Begebenheit, welche sich in neuester Zeit daselbst zugetragen hat Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. (Bl 13295). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=1/TTL=1/SHW?FRST=1" target="_blank">VD Lied digital.</a> Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading, burning pliers Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder (poison) Gender Gender of the person being executed. female Date Date of ballad 1868 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Zaragosa Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Diß Lied hat gemacht Jörig Blaurock, der ersten Brüder einer, in Echtzland verbrandt - Ann. 27. Im Dannheuser Thon. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Jörg vom Haus Jacob (Georg Cajacob, or George of the House of Jacob), commonly known as George Blaurock (c. 1491 – September 6, 1529), was an Anabaptist leader and evangelist. Along with Conrad Grebel and Felix Manz, he was a co-founder of the Swiss Brethren in Zürich, and thereby one of the founders of Anabaptism. George Blaurock worked closely with Felix Manz until Manz was martyred in Zürich on January 5, 1527. On that same day, Blaurock was severely beaten and banished from Zürich. In August 1529 he and Hans Langegger were arrested by Innsbruck authorities. On September 6, 1529, Blaurock and Langegger were burned at the stake near Klausen. The only writings left by Blaurock were a letter and two hymns written during his last three weeks of life. The hymns are entitled Gott Führt Ein Recht Gericht ("God Holds a Righteous Judgment") and Gott, dich will ich loben ("God, You I Will Praise"). Both hymns are preserved in the Ausbund, an old Anabaptist hymnal still used by the Amish (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Blaurock" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>). Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1 Gott führt ein recht Gericht, Und niemand mags ihm brechen, Wer hie thut seinen Willen nicht, Deß Urtheil word er sprechen. 2 Gnädig bist du O Herr und gut, Gütiglich läßt dich finden. Wer hie auf Erd dein willen thut, Erkennst vor deine Kinden. 3 Durch Christum sag'n wir Lob u. Danck, Vor alle seine Güten, Daß er uns unser lebenlang Vor Sünden woll behüten. 4 Der Sünder führt ein schwer Gericht, Wird ihn sicher gereuen. Von Sünden will er lassen nicht, Gott warnet ihn mit Dräune. 5 So er komt in sein Herrlickeit Daß er Gericht wir g'sitzen, Dann wird es ihnen werden leid, Kein Außred wird sie schützen. 6 Sein Wort läßt er hie zeigen an, Der Mensch soll ich bekehren, Glauben dem Wort und tauffen lahn, Und folgen seiner Lehren. 7 Nur merket auf ihr Menschenkind, Steht ab von euren Sünden. Seyd nicht verrucht, gottloß und blind, Weil ihr den Artzt möcht finden. 8 Grausam wird es dem Sünder gohn, Der sich nicht läßt beschneiden. In ewig Pein wird ihn Gott thun Da er muß bleiben und leiden. 9 Dann du Herr bist ein gerechter Gott, Niemand wirst du betriegen, Bewahrest vor dem andern Tod. Die dich von hertzen lieben. 10 Du bist O Herr ein starcker gott, Die Höll hast augbestossen, Und sirst darein die gottloß Rott, Die deine Kinder hassen. 11 Gott dein Barmherzigkeit ist groß Ob den so sich bekehren. Machst sie all ihrer Súnden loß Durch Christum unsern Herren. 12 Gott heißt das gantz menschlich Geschlecht Ihn fürchten und auch lieben, Nachfolgen sein'm Gerechten Knecht, In seiner Lehr uns irben. 13 Der Sünder achts vor einen Spott, Wenn man ihn Gott heißt lieben, Welch's ihm wird bringen grosse Noth, Gott läßt sich nicht betriegen. 14 Ant'christ lehnt sich mit Schärffe auf, Ueber die so Gott fürchten. Ach Herr Gott wollest sehen drauf, Dein schwache Geschirrlein stärcken. 15 Nun habt Gedult ihr lieben Kind, Um meines Namens willen. Ob ihr schon hie gehasset sind, Der Kummer will ich stillen. 16 Gott Vatter woll'st durch deine Treu Uns nimmermehr verlassen, Täglich O Herr du uns erneu, Zu bleibe auf der Straffen. 17 Durch Christum tuffen wir zu dir, Als durch dein Leiden zarte Dein' Treu und Liebe kennen wir, Auf dieser Pilgerfahrte. 18 Verlaß uns nicht als deine Kind, Von jetzt biß an das Ende, Beut uns dein vätterliche Händ, Daß wir den Lauff vollenden. 19 So wir den Streit vollendet hon, Dann ist die Kron erlanget, Die setzt uns auf der Jüngling schon, So an dem Creutz gehanget. 20 Das Leiden ist sehr groß und schwer Um unsert willen g/schehen: Hilff daß wir dir drum dancken sehr, Und dich mit Freuden sehen. 21 Vatter aus Gnad hast uns erwählt, Und uns nicht thun verschmächen, Gib daß wir, wenns zum Scheiden fällt, Den Lohn mit Freud emfahen. 22 Zum Abendmal mach uns bereit Durch Christ dein liebes Kinde, Mit deinem Geist du uns bekleid, vom Todt und Leyd uns binde. 23 So wir dasselbig essen wend, Wr wird uns zu tisch dienen? Das thut der alle Hertzen ken't, Thät unser Sünd versohnen. 24 Selig sind die geladen synd Zu diesem Abendmable, Bey Christo harren biß ans End, In allerley Trübsale. 25 Wie er dann selbst gelitten hat, Als er am Creutz gehangen, Also es jetzt den Frommen gaht, Sie leiden grosse Zwangen. 26 Allen, die Ihr hochzeitlich Kleid In keinem Weg verletzten, Den hat der Herr ein kron beriet, Die will er ihn affetzen. 27 Welcher das Kleid nicht an wird hoh, So der König wird kommen, Derselbig muß zur lincken stohn, Die Kron wird ihm genommen. 28 Man wird ihm binden Händ und Füß, Weil sie nicht sein bekleiden, Und werffen in die Finsternüß Von diesen grossen Freuden. 29 Ach Herr so gib uns Liebe rein, Zu wandlen unverdrosser, So wir von hinnen g'schiedn seyn, Die Thür nicht sey verschlossen. 30 Wie es den thörichten erging: Herr, Herr thäten sie ruffen. Kein Oel ihr Lampe ein empfing, Sondern alle entschliesffen. 31 Selig ist der da wachne thut Mit den klugen Jungfrauen, Der wird ennehmen ewig's Gut, Und Gottes Klahrheit schauen. 32 Wann der König auf brechen wird Mit der Posaunen Schalle, Alsdann werden mit ihm geführt Die Ausserwehlten alle. 33 Darum Zion du heilige Ge'meyn, Schau was du hast empfangen, Das halt und bleib von Sünden rein So wirt die Kron erlangen. Composer of Ballad Jörg (George) Blaurock 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. heresy Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Date Date of ballad 1529 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Klausen Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. In: Ausbund, das ist Etliche Schöne Christliche Lieder wie sie in dem Gefängnüss zu Bassau in dem Schloß von den Schweitzer-Brüdern, und von anderen rechtgläubigen Christen hin und her gedichtet worden... Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Neff, Christian. (1953). Blaurock, Georg (ca. 1492-1529). <a href="https://gameo.org/index.php?title=Blaurock,_Georg_(ca._1492-1529)" target="_blank">Global Anabaptist Mennonite Encyclopedia Online</a>. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Im Thon, Entlaubet ist der Walde. Oder, All die ihr jetzund. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Neeltgen, an Anabaptist martyr, a woman of 75 years, was burned at the stake on 24 January 1570 at Maastricht, Dutch province of Limburg, together with her daughter Trijntgen. They had been arrested on 24 November 1569, and were severely tortured. Neeltgen and Trijntgen belonged to the small Mennonite congregation of Maastricht, of which Arent van Essen and his wife Ursel (Ursula) had suffered martyrdom on 10 January 1570. When Ursel was led to the execution place, Neeltgen had loudly called from the window of the prison, so that all the people gathered to observe the execution could hear: "Dear sister, contend manfully, for the crown of life is prepared for you." Neeltgen herself also died steadfast (Zijpp 1957). Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet images in the public domain, sourced from hymnany.org - <a href="https://hymnary.org/hymn/AECL1785/28" target="_blank">28. Nun hoert ihr freund ehrsamen</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Entlaubet ist der Walde. or All die ihr jetzund. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. Nun hört ihr Freund ehrsamen, Wie daß das Häufflein klein Bezeuget Gottes Namen, Die rechte Wahrheit rein, Es steht also geschrieben In Gott’s Wort überall, All die Gottselig leben, Man ihn verfolgen soll. 2. Ein jeder mag zuhören, Der offene Ohren hat, Wie vier Freund auserkohren Zu Mastricht in der Stadt Bezeugt mit ihrem Blute Ihren Glauben so fein, Fromm waren sie von Muthe, Deß werd ihr hören schein. 3. Als man, wie ich besinn mich, Schrieb neun und sechtzig Jahr, Novembris vier und zwantzig, Um die zwölff Uhren klar, Des Nachts ist umgegangen Der Burgermeister stoltz, Und wütende gefangen Ein Bruder hieß Arnold. 4. Den thät er mit sich leyten Aufs Rathhaus in der Nacht, Gleich ein Stund thät er beten, Da ging er fort mit Macht Um zwey Fraülein zu holen, Die er erstmahls ließ frey Fing darnach drey zu malen, Da war einkommen bey. 5. Biß Morgens sie da waren Alle zusammen froh, Sie fürchten kein Beschären Trösten einander so, All mit dem Wort des Herren; Darauf sie hatten baut, Gottes Lob zu vermehren Stund ihr Begier betraut. 6. Vor den Herren gemeine Jede den Glaub bekandt, Die rechte Wahrheit reine, Und sprachen mit Verstand, Wie viel ihm war gegeben Nach Gottes G’lubde gut, Durch seinen Geist erheben, Darnach man sprechen thut. 7. Schnell ohne langs beyten Anseht ihr böß Vorspiel, Sie thäten Urseln leyten Aufs Dinghaus mit Unwill Darum daß sie nicht wolte Verwilligen das Böß, Dräuten sie ihr ohn Schulde Die Pein und Marter groß 8. Sanfftmüthiglich von Sinnen Thät sies ertragen all, Das ewig Gut zu g’winnen Begehrt sie in dem Fall. Ihr Mann Arnd deßgleichen Geführt wird auf die Pfort, Daß man ihn thät abweichen, Braucht man viel Schmeichel Wort. 9. Sein Frau war alt von Jahren Wohl fünff und siebentzig. Darzu in dem Beschwären Noch frisch und lebendig, In ihrem Glauben kräftig, Der in ihr hat gewerckt, Lob sey dir Gott Allmächtig, Daß du sie so gestärckt. 10. Leiden sah man sie beyde, Sie und ihr liebes Kind, Gar freulich zu bereitet Tratens dahin geschwind. Da hat Ermgen gesungen Gehend über die Straß, Durch Freud darzu gedrungen, Die sie bewieß mit Maß. 11. Nach dem Dinghaus sie mußten Beyde zusammen gahn. Ihrn Glaube zu verwüsten Hielten die Herren an, Mit Mönchen und mit Pfaffen, Auch Hochgelehrten staht, Gott hat behüt sein Schafe, Wohl für den Wölfen fred. 12. Erstmahls sie da begunnen Mit Arndt dem lieben Mann, Der noch hat überwunden, Dennoch sagt man davon, Daß er gepeinigt worden Sechs oder sieben mal. Um sein Seel zu ermordten Thät man solchs principal. 13. Ursel seine Hausfraue, Mußt zweymal auf die Banck, In der Pein doch getreue Blieb sie ihr Lebenlang, Diß g’schach in zweyen Tagen, Merck wohl auf diß Geschicht Es wär schwerlich zu tragen, Der Herr machts aber leicht. 14. Lob sey dem Herren geben Davon zu aller Zeit, Es ist doch nicht geblieben Bey dieser Pein und Speit, Dann in kurtzem Termiene Hat sie noch eins geschmeckt, Von diesem sauren Weine, Den süssen, Gott ihr reckt. 15. Knüpffen sah man ihr Hände Zusammen binden fest, Dahinten an dem Ende Der Hencher hielt das letzt, Und hat sie von danieden, Der Erden aufgelößt, Ihr das Hembd aufgeschnitten, Und ihren Rück entblößt 16. Und geisselt sie unmäßig, Ist das nit grosse Klag? Mit Ruthen überflüßig, Zweymal auf einen Tag. Man sagt von diesem Speite, Der diesen Rath so gab, Das war ein Jesuite, Der sie wolt führen ab. 17. Neelgen nun alt in Süchte, Zur Pein ward hingeleyt, Das mußt seyn ihr gerichte. Da sie nun hört Bescheyd Auf die Bank ist gelegen, Ist ihn doch nichts geschiet. Man thät frey zu ihr sagen, Diß ist ihr erste nit. 18. Treingen itzt liebe Tochter Und Schwester in dem Herrn, Wird auch durch den Versucher Gepeint gar hart und schwer, Da wird sie abgenommen, Und auf ein Bett gethan, So bald sie zu sich kommen, Mußt sie noch eins daran. 19. Sie ward gepeinigt schwörlich, Voraus auf dieser Bahn Da rieff sie offenbarlich, O Herr wollst mir beystahn, Und meinen Mund bewahren. Ihr Gebet ward erhört, Ihr Brüder zu befahren, Tragen sie wenig Wort. 20. Ich lob (sprach sie) den Herren, Da sie nun war gepeint, Ihr Mutter war nicht ferren Verborgen, wie es scheint. Als sie ihr Tochter hörte, Sprach sie, Ist das mein Kind? Ja Mutter, sie antworte, Und küßten sich geschwind. 21. Im siebenzigsten Jahre, Gleich auf den neunten Tag, Wird Urseln offenbahre, Und Arndten da er lag, Daß man sie solt verbrennen Jedes an einem Stock, Als sie das hond verstanden, Sind sie doch nicht verschrock. 22. Sie waren nur voll Freude Denselben Tag und Nacht Mit Gottes Lob all beyde Hond sie den Tag verwacht Hertzlich thät sie verlangen, Biß komm der Lösungs Tag, Zu gehn in Christi Gangen, Wie man des Morgens sach. 23. Kommen ist da ein Botte Zu Urseln mit Befehl, Derselb hat ihr das Gute- Sprechen verbotten schnell, Von seiner Herren wegen, Die da waren present, Ihr müßt keins Ruffens pflegen, Sprach er, im gehn zum End. 24. Kentlich und offenbahre Sprach Ursel zu der Stund, Vor den Herren all gare: Mag ich aus Hertzen Grund Nicht ein klein Liedlein singen, Reden von Gottes Wort? Und da sies wolt vollbringen, Haben sies dran verstört. 25. Und sprachen, Wir nun rouchen, Was sie hat in dem Sinn: Drum Hencker wollst gebrauchen Dein Instrument an ihn’n, Wie dir danns ist befohlen. Da stopfft er ihn’n den Mund Mit eim Holtz unverholen, Ein Tuch er drüber bund. 26. Als man sie nun solt leiten Vom Dinghaus, ‘s Wolck zulieff, Treingen mußt droben beyten, Durchs Fenster aber rieff Vom Dinghaus das ist kennlich, Und hat zur Urseln geschreyt, Lieb Schwester streit doch männlich, Die Kron ist dir bereit. 27. Da ist Ursel gekommen Nach dem Freythoff gegahn, Die Sprach war ihr benommen, Des Weynet mancher Mann Thäten darüber klagen. Ursel stieg auf mit Sputh, Ins Häußlein ohn Verzagen, Wie Schlacht-Schäflein gut. 28. Den Mund sie ihr verbunden, Wie der Frauen geschach. Kein Böß sie an ihr funden, Deßgleichen man nich sach, Dieb, Mörder läßt man sprechen Was ihnen nöthig ist Aber den Gottes Knechten Wehrt mans zu aller Frist. 29. O Gott da mußt geschehen Das Brandopffer bequem, Welchs nach Pauli gebieten Vor Gott ist angenehm. In denselbigen Tagen Ward ihr Mann auch verbrendt, Sah fröhlich ohn Verzagen, In seinem letzten End. 30. Auf den Plan stieg er fröhlich, Da er sein G’bet erst thät, Als das geschehen endlich, Stund er auf von der Statt, Und ging zum Häußlein innen, Sein Kleider abgelegt, Der Stadtvogt Böß von Sinnen Zum Hencker hat gesagt, 31. Fahr fort mit deim Betreiben, Da ward das Feur gestocht, Wie Moses thut beschreiben, Das Opffer wird gekocht. Zum Rauchwerck unsers Herren Ward er verordnet fein, Die Kron der ewigen Ehren Wird nun sein eigen fein. 32. Ein fröhlich Botschaft werthe Kriegten die andern zwo Eringen die sehr begehrte, Deß war auch Triengen froh, Daß sie auch musten sterben, Und gehn denselben Gang, Um die Kron zu erwerben, Ward ihn’n die Zeit zu lang. 33. Ruh suchten sie dort oben, Bey ihrem Vater fein, Der sie nun ließ beproben, Als liebe Kindern sein, Nicht über ihr Vermögen, Welchs ist erschienen klar, Er thät ihn’n Hülff zufügen, In ihrem Leiden schwar. 34. Wunderlich sie verbleyten, Waren froh all die Nacht, All Trübsal stund zue Seiten Haben den Tag verwacht. Da hat maus auch thun binden, Mit Holtz den Mund verstopft, Und diese zwo Gefründen Auch mit eim Tuch verknüpft. 35. Nach dem Freythoff sie gingen Mit einem guten Muth, Da man sie solt umbringen, Treingen arbeit mit Sputh Fleißig mit ihren Händen An dem das knüpffet war Daß sie auflößt die Bänden, Und redet offenbahr. 36. Und weil sie nun dermassen, So sprechen solt und rieff, Wolt mans ihr nicht zulassen, Darum der Hencker lieff, Daß er ihr solchs verletzet, Sein Hand auf ihren Mund Mit allem Fleiß er setzet, Wieß sie ins Häußlein rund 37. Nun sind sie abgescheyden In Frieden alle gar. Ein wenig sie nur beyten, Wohl unter dem Altar. Sie werden nun mit zarten Kleideren seyn bekleidt, Und noch ein wenig warten. Die Kron ist ihnen bereit. 38. Liebe treibt uns ihr Herren, Das nehmt uns nicht vor Quat, Wie wir euch heut erklären Diese schändliche That, Ein recht Gricht solt ihr halten Das lehret euch Gottes Wort, Welches ihr nicht solt verhalten Dem der es gerne hört. 39. O weh dem Potentaten! O weh der grossen Rott! Weh denen die da rathen Zu dieser Missethat, Und sich doch Christen rühmen, O weh der grossen Schand! Euch soll nicht Wunder nehmen, Warum Straff kommt ins Land. 40. Werd ihr die Ding nicht büssen, So werd ihr allesamt In kurtzem sterben müssen, Das merck O Niederland! Ihr Fürsten und ihr Herren. Reich, Arm, Frau oder Mann, Was ihr nicht habet gerne, Solt ihr keim andern thun. AMEN. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. heresy Gender Gender of the person being executed. multiple Date Date of ballad 1570 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Maastricht, the Netherlands Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Ausbund, das ist Etliche Schöne Christliche Lieder wie sie in dem Gefängnüss zu Bassau in dem Schloß von den Schweitzer-Brüdern, und von anderen rechtgläubigen Christen hin und her gedichtet worden... 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Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Zijpp, Nanne van der. (1957). Neeltgen (d. 1570). <a href="https://gameo.org/index.php?title=Neeltgen_(d._1570)" target="_blank">Global Anabaptist Mennonite Encyclopedia Online.</a> Image notice Full size images of all song 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 Ein ander Marter-Lied, von vier Personen zu Mastricht An. 1570 getödt. Anabaptists German heresy Maastricht 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 Lord Generall of his Ma∣jesties Army, Knight of the Noble order of the Gar∣ter, who was beheaded the 12. day of this present moneth of May, 1641, The tune is Welladay Welladae Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Thomas Wentworth, 1st Earl of Strafford (13 April 1593 (O.S.) – 12 May 1641) was an English statesman and a major figure in the period leading up to the English Civil War. He served in Parliament and was a supporter of King Charles I. From 1632 to 1640 he was Lord Deputy of Ireland, where he established a strong authoritarian rule. Recalled to England, he became a leading advisor to the King, attempting to strengthen the royal position against Parliament. When Parliament condemned Wentworth to death, Charles reluctantly signed the death warrant and Wentworth was executed. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1169">Welladay</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics COuntry men list to mée patiently patiently, And you shall heare and sée, As time giues leasure, The obiect of mishap. Caught fast in his owne trap, Cast out of fortunes lap, Through his owne folly. Sir Thomas Wentworth hee, At the first at the first Rose to great dignitie, And was beloved, Charles our most gratious King Grac't him in many a thing, And did much honour bring, On his procéedings. Fames Trumpèt blasoned forth His great name, his great name Lord president of the North, So was he called, And as I understand, Hée had in Ireland, A place of great command, To raise his fortunes. Mo•e honour did befall, Vnto him unto him, He was Lord generall, Of the Kings army, These titles giuen had hée By the Kings Maiestie, And made assuredly Knight of the Garter. But here's the spoyle of all, Woe is mée, woe is mée, Ambition caus'd his fall, Against all reason, Hee did our lawes abuse, And many men misuse, For which they him accuse, Quite through the kingdome. New lawes hée sought to make, In Ireland in Ireland, If he the word did speake, None durst with stand him, Hée ruld with tyranny, And dealt most cruelly, To men in misery, The like was neare heard of. The Second part, To the same tune. HE hath done thousands wrong As tis knowao as tis knowae And cast in prison strong, Our Kings liege people, Such cruelty possest His black polluted brest, Hée thought himselfe well blest, In acting mischiefe. But those that clime highest of all Oftentimes oftentimes, Doe catch the greatest fall, As here appeareth, By this unhappy wight, Who wrong'd his Countryes right, And over came by might, Our good kings subiects. To London Tower at last, He was brought, he was brought, For his Offences past, And just deservings, And after certainely, He was condemn'd to dye, For his false trechery, 'Gainst King and Country. It being the twelth day In this moneth of May, As true reports doe say, Hée came to his tryall, The Nobles of our land, By Iustice Iust command, Past sentence out of hand, That he should suffer. When the appointed time, Was come that he should dye, For his committed crime, The ax being Ready, Vp to the scaffold hee, Was brought immediately, Where thousands came to sée, Him take his death. After some Prayers said, And certaine spéeches made, O' th' block his head he layd, Taking his farewell. The heads-man bloodily, Divided presently, His head from his body, With hées keene weapon. Heauen grant, by his downefall That others may take héed, Lord send amongst us all, True peace of conscience, And may our King and Quéene, Amongst us long be séene, With all their braunches greene, To all our comfort. Composer of Ballad Laurence Price 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 1641 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tower Hill Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, printed for Richard Burton, and are to be sold at the horse shooe at the Hospitall gate in Smithfield. Tune Data BBB, 747-8 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 true manner of the life and Death of Sir Thomas Wentworth, late Lord Lievtenant Deputy of Ireland,