2 50 61 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fe88600697f4e8699ff3bdc9848b308b.jpg 324f33c25e3252ede338a2152b516f1e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Braes of Strathblane</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1853 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Margaret Bell murders her baby, is brought to Paisley to be executed by hanging, but is reprieved by the appeals of the people of Paisley and is exiled. The Word on the Street: 'Margaret Bell's Lament' is narrated by a woman who is being transported for the murder of her illegitimate child. There are many broadsides on this subject. Due to the social stigma attached to illegitimate motherhood, infanticide among deperate single mothers was more common in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries than it is today. The usual sentence for the crime was death, but in this case the petitioning of the people of Paisley persuaded the Crown to commute Margaret Bell's sentence to transportation. This suggests that the was a great deal of sympathy and understanding among ordinary people for the plight of such women. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Trial papers relating to Margaret Bell for the crime of murder near bleachfield, Crofthead, Neilston parish, Renfrew. Tried at High Court, Glasgow 5 Jan 1853 Accused Margaret Bell, Verdict: Guilty, Verdict Comments: Guilty - recommendation for leniency, Sentence: Death - hanging by public executioner, Petition: Remission of sentence granted under the Great Seal at High Court, Edinburgh, 7 February 1853 (see JC8/60, f.13v).. Note: Pannel drowned infant in a bleachfield dam and was sentenced to hang at Paisley on 26 January, 1853. Victim Unnamed, female infant (http://www.nas.gov.uk/onlineCatalogue/JC26/1853/586) Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. James Lindsay, 9 King St, Glasgow Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, transportation Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. infanticide Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paisley Tune Data Recording of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISVF3vsfFZ8" target="_blank">The Braes o' Strathblane</a> by Ossian Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Adieu unto Barrhead, and to Neilston also Where the river Levern it sweetly does flow, My poor aged mother, forever farewell, An exile for life is your poor Margaret Bell. That perfidious young man. the cause of my pain, For he was the first that brought me to shame ; The cause of my misery and sad poverty, Which causes me now a poor convict to be. A long time we courted, his words they were mild, At length unto him I did prove with child. When I to this young man my state I did tell, He treated with scorn his poor Margaret Bell. When my child was born I was in poverty's grasp, And adversity blew with her cold bitter blast, While he proved false that I loved so well, The mind became frantic of poor Margaret Bell. My sad situation, nought but misery in my view, And he proving false that vowed to be true ; I could see no way for me, but beg, starve, or steal, And satan whisper'd to me, your baby go kill. Unto his dictation, alas, I did give way, Which will haunt my mind till my dying day ; The thoughts of my badness my tongue cannot tell, Kind heaven pardon me, poor Margaret Bell. I was tried and found guilty of base cruelty, And received my sentence to die on a tree ; But the people in and round Paisley did much for me , And petitions forwarded to the Queen's Majesty. Now all you good people that took my cause in hand. I'll think on your kindness when in a foreign land; For with grateful sensations my bosom does swell, Accept the humble thanks of poor Margaret Bell. Run on you sweet Lever, that gentle does flow, The blue bell and violent on your banks will grow, The primrose and daisy will bloom on each dell, When far from those beauties is poor Margaret Bell. You blooming young maidens that roam free of care, Of false-hearted young men I'd have you beware, They may flatter and vow and fine tales may tell, And may leave you in sorrow, like poor Margaret Bell. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/fe88600697f4e8699ff3bdc9848b308b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit National Library of Scotland, L.C.Fol.178.A.2(028); <a href="http://digital.nls.uk/broadsides/broadside.cfm/id/14783" target="_blank">National Library of Scotland Digital Gallery</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Margaret Bell's Lament Female hanging infanticide transportation https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/60c3b23d28000ecb1cdcebdff56aa8be.jpg 9bb2c20114f58df7a02eb435feef6430 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1853? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Margaret Bell murders her baby, is brought to Paisley to be executed by hanging. This song ends with her awaiting her death. But as we discover in a related ballad, 'Margaret Bell's Lament' she would be reprieved by the appeals of the people of Paisley and would be banished instead. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From National Records of Scotland: Accused: Margaret Bell, Verdict: Guilty, Verdict Comments: Guilty - recommendation for leniency, Sentence: Death - hanging by public executioner, Petition: Remission of sentence granted under the Great Seal at High Court, Edinburgh, 7 February 1853 (see JC8/60, f.13v).. Note: Pannel drowned infant in a bleachfield dam and was sentenced to hang at Paisley on 26 January, 1853. Victim Unnamed, female infant Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. James Lindsay, 9 King St, Glasgow Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. infanticide Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paisley Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics From my dungeon in Paisley I send you this warning, To shun paths of vice which leads on to crime. too long I have run in the broad path of ruin, But now I must die in the height of my prime. O! col dis my cell and my chains they are weighty, But the weight of my sins are heavier on me, For I murdered my child, how can I look for mercy; Oh! no, I must die upon the gallows tree. Cold was the night on the sixteenth of November, As straight with my child close press'd to my breast; My bosom was swelling, my tears fast were falling, As hush, hush, I cried, to lull my baby to rest. By the Crofthead Bleachfield I careless did wander To the edge of the pond where I thought none did see, There I murdered my babe, and threw it in the water, For which I must die upon the gallows tree. That night with my cousin I slept at the bleachfield, And early next morning prepared to depart; I was told by the workers a child was found murdered, And, oh! how the words pearc'd my poor guilty heart. Then to Bogshaw I fled for to join my service, But the stern hands of justice soon laid hold of me; I was brought back to Paisley for to stand my trial, Now my sentence is pass'd -- I must die on a tree. The grey morn will dawn on the 26th of January 'Tis the last in this world that's allotted for me, From my dark dreary dungeon I'll be taken that morning. To face a gazing multitude, when hanged I shall be. When I think of my childhood and my poor aged mother, And the precepts she taught as I knelt at her knee; Oh, little she thought as I lay on her bosom, That her child Margaret Bell was to die on a tree. And now, in conclusion, I give you all warning, To shun evil company before its too late; If e'er vicious thoughts should arise in your bosom, O think on Margaret Bell and her untimely fate. Now, farewell, vain world, and all thy false pleasures, Your bright show of vanity is no more for me, My days they are numbered and the moments are flying, On the 26th of January I must die on a tree. 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Title A name given to the resource Lamentation of Margaret Bell, Female hanging infanticide transportation https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/76771fc42a64798c6108334b15d0f1f2.mp3 21e7148e15715da867f5304120c50396 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/e944d7781c1d73ae618e2c64b1b12895.jpg 0ac8d220d8ae10d978776919964bb5c4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1172"><em>The Ladies fall</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics OF damned deeds, and deadly dole, I make my mournfull song, By Witches done in Lincolne-shire, where they have lived long: And practisd many a wicked deed, within that Country there, Which fills my brest and bosome full, of sobs, and trembling feare. [O]ne Beaver Castle is a place, that welcome gives to all, [B]y which the Earle of Rutland gaines the loves of great and small: [His] Countesse of like friendlinesse, [Do]th beare as free a mind: [Al]so from them both rich and poore, [?] helps and succour find. [Am]ongst the rest were Witches three, [th]at to this Castle came, [...]Margaret and Phillip Flower, [An]d Joane their Mothers name: [Whi]ch Women dayly found reliefe, [and] were contented well: [Th]at the last this Margret was, [rec]eived there to dwell. [...]oke unto such houshold charge, [...] unto her belongd, [...] she possest with fraud and guile, [he]r place and office wrongd, [...] [s]ecretly purloyned things [t]o her mother home: [...] unlawfull howers from thence, [d]id nightly goe and come. [...]en the Earle & Countesse heard, [...]r dealings knew, [...]ved much that she should prove, [...] so untrue. And so discharg'd her of the house, therein to come no more: For of heer lewd and filching prankes, of proofes there were some store. And likewise that her Mother was, a woman full of wrath, A swearing and blaspheming wretch, forespeaking sodaine death: And how that neighbours in her lookes, malitious signes did see: And some affirm'd she dealt with Sprits, and so a Witch might be. And that her Sister Phillip was well knowne a Strumpet lewd, And how she had a young mans love, bewitched and subdued, Which made the young man often say, he had no power to leave Her curst inticing company, that did him so deceave. When to the Earle and Countesse thus, these just complaints were made, Their hearts began to breed dislike, and greatly grew affraid: Commanding that she never should, returne unto their sight, Nor back into the Castle come, but be excluded quite. Whereat the old malitious feend, with these her darlings thought: The Earle and Countesse them disgrac't, and their discredits wrought: In turning thus despightfully, her daughter out of dores, For which revengement, in her mind she many a mischiefe stores. Heereat the Divell made entrance in,his Kingdome to inlarge. And puts his executing wrath, unto these womens charge: Not caring whom it lighted on, the Innocent or no, And offered them his diligence, to flye, to run, and goe. And to attend in pretty formes, of Dog, of Cat, or Rat, To which they freely gave consent, and much rejoyc't thereat: And as it seemd they sould their soules, for service of such Spirits, And sealing it with drops of blood, damnation so inherits. These Women thus being Divels growne most cunning in their Arts: With charmes and with inchanting spells, they plaid most damned parts: They did forespeake, and Cattle kild, that neighbours could not thrive, And oftentimes their Children young, of life they would deprive. At length the Countess and her Lord, to fits of sickness grew: The which they deemd the hand of God, and their corrections due: Which crosses patiently they bore, misdoubting no such deede, As from these wicked Witches heere, malitiously proceeds. Yet so their mallice more increast, that mischiefe set in foote, To blast the branches of that house, and undermine the roote: Their eldest sonne Henry Lord Rosse, possest with sicknesse strange, Did lingring, lye tormented long, till death his life did change. Their second sonne Lord Francis next, felt like continuing woe: Both day and night in grievous sort, yet none the cause did know: And then the Lady Katherin, into such torments fell: By these their devilish practises, as grieves my heart to tell. The second Part. To the same tune. YEt did this noble minded Earle, so patiently it beare: As if his childrens punishments, right natures troubles were: Suspecting little, that such meanes, against them should be wrought, Untill it pleas'd the Lord to have to light these mischiefes brought. For greatly here the hand of God, did worke in justice cause: When he for these their practises them all in question drawes. And so before the Magistrates, when as the yongest came, Who being guilty of the fact confest and tould the same. How that her mother and her selfe, and sister gave consent: To give the Countesse and her Lord, occasions to repent That ere they turnd her out of dores, in such vile disgrace: For which, or them or theirs should be, brought into heavy case. And how her sister found a time, Lord Rosses glove to take: Who gave it to her mothers hand consuming spels to make. The which she prickt all full of holes, and layd it deepe in ground: Whereas it rotted, so should he, be quite away consum'd. All which her elder sister did, acknowledge to be true: And how that she in boyling blood, did oft the same imbrew, And hereupon the yong Lord Rosse, such torments did abide: That strangely he consum'd away, untill the houre he died. And likewise she confest how they, together all agreed: Against the children of this Earle, to practise and proceed. Not leaving them a child alive, and never to have more: If witchcraft so could doe, because, they turnd them out of dore. The mother as the daughters told, could hardly this deny: For which they were attached all, by Justice speedily. And unto Lincolne Citty borne, therein to lye in Jayle: Untill the Judging Sizes came, that death might be their bayle. But there this hatefull mother witch, these speeches did recall: And said that in Lord Rosses death, she had no hand at all. Whereon she bread and butter tooke, God let this same (quoth she) If I be guilty of his death, passe never thorough me. So mumbling it within her mouth, she never spake more words: But fell downe dead, a judgment just and wonder of the Lords. Her Daughters two their tryalls had, of which being guilty found, They dyed in shame, by strangling twist, and layd by shame in the ground. Have mercy Heaven, on sinners all, and grant that never like Be in this Nation knowne or done, but Lord in vengeance strike: Or else convert their wicked lives which in bad wayes are spent: The feares of God and love of heaven, such courses will prevent. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1619 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed by G. Eld. for John Barnes, dwelling in the long Walke neere Christ-Church, 1619. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. strangling Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. witchcraft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lincoln Tune Data <em>The Ladies Fall, </em>is also known as, <em>In Peascod Time</em> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/e944d7781c1d73ae618e2c64b1b12895.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="420"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/76771fc42a64798c6108334b15d0f1f2.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.132-133; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20058/image">EBBA 20058</a>. Prose pamphlet - <a href="http://eebo.chadwyck.com/search/full_rec?SOURCE=pgthumbs.cfg&amp;ACTION=ByID&amp;ID=99838148&amp;FILE=../session/1316664456_21454&amp;SEARCHSCREEN=CITATIONS&amp;SEARCHCONFIG=var_spell.cfg&amp;DISPLAY=AUTHOR" target="_blank">EEBO</a> (institutional login required). Audio recording by Molly McKew. <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20058/image" target="_blank"><br /></a> Subtitle Joane Flower, and her two Daughters, Margret and Phillip Flower, against Henry Lord Rosse, with others the Children of the Right Honourable the Earle of Rutland, at Beaver Castle, who for the same were executed at Lincolne the 11. of March last. To the tune of the Ladies fall. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad The story of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witches_of_Belvoir" target="_blank">Belvoir Witches</a>, Joan Flower and her daughters Margaret and Philip, convicted in 1619 of killing the children of a noble family through witchcraft. The ballad conforms to English stereotypes of witches: a trio of women who consort with familiars and who take revenge for imagined slights. 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Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Crimson Velvet</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics IT was a youthfull Knight, lov'd a gallant Lady, Faire she was and bright, and of vertues rare: Her selfe she did behave so courteously as may be, Wedded were they brave, joy without compare. Here began the griefe, Paine without reliefe, her husband soone her love forsooke, To women lewd of mind Being bad inclin'd, he onely lent a pleasant looke: The Lady she sate weeping, While that he was keeping company with others moe: Her words, my Love, believe not, Come to me and grieve not, Wantons will thee overthrow. His faire Ladies words nothing he regarded, Wantonnesse affords such delightfull sport: While they dance and sing, with great mirth prepared, She her hands did wring in most grievous s[oo]rt. Oh what hap had I Thus to waile and cry, unrespected every day: Living in disdaine, While that others gaine all the right I should enjoy? I am left forsaken, Others they are taken, ah my Love, why dost thou so? Her flatteries beleeve not, etc. The Knight with his faire Piece, at length his Lady spied, Who did him daily fleece of his wealth and store: Secretly she stood, while she her fashions tried, With a patient mood, while deepe the Strumpet swore: O sir Knight, quoth she, So dearely I love thee, my life doth rest at thy dispose, By day and eke by night, For thy sweet delight, thou shalt me in thy armes disclose. I am thine owne for ever, Still will I persever true to thee where ere I goe. Her flatteries beleeve not, etc. The vertuous Lady mild enters then among them, Being big with child, as ever she might be. With distilling teares she looked then upon them, Filled full of feares, thus replied she: Ah my Love and Deare, Wherefore stay you here, refusing me your loving wife, For an Harlots sake, Which each one will take, whose vile deeds provoke much strife: Many can accuse her, O my Love refuse her, with thy Lady home returne: Her flatteries beleeve not, Come to me and grieve not, etc. All in fury then the angry Knight upstarted Very furious, when he heard his Ladies speech: With many bitter termes his wife he overthwarted, Using hard extremes, while she did him beseech. From her necke so white, He tooke away in spight her curious chaine of finest gold, Her Jewels and her Rings, And all such costly things, as he about her did behold. The Harlot in her presence, He did gently reverence, and to her he gave them all He sent away his Lady, Full of woe as may be, who in a sound with griefe did fall. The second part, To the same tune. AT his Ladies wrong the Harlot fleer'd and laughed, Inticements are so strong, they over-come the wife: The Knight nothing regarded, to see the Lady scoffed, This was her reward, for her enterprise. The Harlot all this space Did him oft imbrace, she flatters him, and thus doth say, For thee Ile die and live, For thee my faith Ile give, no woe shall work my Loves decay. Thou shalt be my treasure, Thou shalt be my pleasure, thou shalt be my hearts delight: I will be thy darling, I will be thy worldling, in despight of Fortunes spight. Thus he did remaine in wastfull great expences, Till it bred his paine, and consum'd him quite: When his Lands were spent, troubled in his senses, Then he did repent this his lewd delight: For reliefe he hies, For reliefe he flies, to them on whom he spent his gold, They doe him deny, They doe him defie, they will not once his face behold. Being thus distressed, Being thus oppressed, in the fields that night he lay, Which the Harlot knowing, Through her malice growing, sought to take his life away. A young and proper Lad, they had slaine in secret, For the gold he had: whom they did convey, By a Ruffian lewd, to that place directly, Where that youthfull Knight fast a sleeping lay: The bloody dagger than, Wherewith they kill'd the man, hard by the Knight he likewise laid, Sprinkling him with blood, As he thought it good, and then no longer there he staid. The Knight being so abused, Was forthwith accused for this murther which was done, And he was condemned, That had not offended, shamefull death he might not shun. When the Lady bright understood the matter, That her wedded Knight was condemn'd to die, To the King she went with all the speed that might be, Where she did lament her hard destiny: Noble King, quoth she, Pitty take on me, and pardon my poore husbands life, Else I am undone, With my little son, let mercy mitigate this griefe. Lady faire, content thee, Soone thou wouldst repent thee, if he should be saved so: Sore he hath abus'd thee, Sore he hath misus'd thee, therefore Lady let him goe. O my Liege, quoth she, grant your gracious favor, Deare he is to me, though he did me wrong: The King repli'd againe, with a sterne behaviour, A Subject hee hath slaine, die he shall ere long, Except thou canst find Any one so kind, that will die and set him free. Noble King, she said, Glad am I apaid, the same person will I bee, I will suffer duely, I will suffer truely, for my Love and husbands sake. The King therefore amazed, Though he her duty praised, he bade that thence he should her take. It was the Kings command, on the morrow after, She should out of hand, to the Scaffold goe: Her husband pointed was, to beare the sword before her, He must eke alas, give the deadly blow: He refus'd the deed, Shee bade him proceed, with a thousand kisses sweet. In this wofull case, They did both imbrace which mov'd the Ruffian in that place Straight for to discover This concealed murther, whereby the Lady saved was, The Harlot then was hanged, As shee well deserved, this [did v]ertue bring to passe. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1630 (Simpson 1966 says ballad registered in 1603 & 1624) Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events invented story? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed at London for I. Wright. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Tune Data <em>Crimson Velvet</em> first appeared in 1596 (Simpson 1966, pp. 141-142). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8909581a46a4632bed80a821c5a234a2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.138-139 (EEBO has 3 other editions: BL 1660, BL 1675, Beinecke 1655-80); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20060/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20060</a> Subtitle A very excellent Sonnet of the most faire Lady Constance of Cleveland and her disloyall Knight. To the tune of Crimson Velvet. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Constance of Cleveland. beheading Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5faa2b8c39909b7b393de6b9a3480b9b.jpg 4b312f6b4ec97aa66148e3507caa8e94 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174"><em>Packington's Pound</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics MY Masters and friends and good people draw near and look to your purses, for that I do say. And though little mony in them you do bear, it cost more to get then to lose in a day: you oft have been told both the young and the Old, and bidden beware of of the Cut-purse so bold: Then if you take heed not, free me from the curse, Who both give you warning, for and the Cut-purse. Youth, youth thou hadst better been starvd by thy Nurse Then live to be hangd for cutting a purse. It hath been upbraided to men of my Trade, that oftentimes we are the cause of this crime, Alack and for pitty, why should it be said? as if they regarded or places or time, Examples have been Or some that were seen of Westminster hall yea the pleaders between: Then why should the Judges be free from this curse, More then my poor self is for cutting the Purse, Youth youth, etc. At Worster, tis known well and even in the Jale, a Knight of good worship did there shew his fa[ce] Against the foule sinners in zeale for to raile, and so lost, ipso facto, his purse in the place: Nay once from the Seat Of judgement so great a Judge there did lose a fair purse of Velvet, Oh Lord for thy mercy how wicked or worse Are those that so venture their necks for a purse! Youth youth, etc. At Playes and at Sermons, and at the Sessions, tis daily their practice such booty to make, Yea under the Gallows at Executions, they stick not the stare-abouts purses to take. Nay one without grace At a better place at Court and in Christmas, before the Kings fa[ce.] Alack then for pitty must I bear the curse, That only belong to the cunning Cut-purse. Youth youth thou hadst better been starved by th[y Nurse] Then live to be hangd for cutting a pu[rse.] BUt oh! you vile Nation of Cutpurses all, Relent and repent, and amend and be sound, And know that you ought not by honest mens fall advance your own fortunes to dye above ground. And though you go gay In Silks as you may, It is not the highway to Heaven as they say, Repent then repent you for better for worse And kiss not the Gallows for cutting a purse, Youth youth thou hadst better been starvd by thy Nurse Then live to be hangd for cutting a purse. The Players do tell you in Bartholmew Faire what secret consumptions and Rascals you are, For one of their Actors it seems had the fate by some of your Trade to be fleeced of late, Then fall to your prayers You that are way-layers, theyre fit to chouse all the world, that can cheat Players For he hath the Art, and no man the worse, Whose cunning can pilfer the pilferers purse. Youth youth etc. The plain Country man that coms staring to London if once you come near him he quickly is undone, For when he amazedly gaz[e]th about one treads on his toes, an[d] the other pulst out, Then in a strange place Where he knows no face, his mony is gone tis a pittiful case. The Divel of hell in his trade is not worse Then Gilter, and Diver, and Cutter of purse, Youth etc. The poor servant maid wears her purse in her placket A place of quick feeling and yet you can take it, Nor is she aware that you have done the feat Untill she is going to pay for her meat. Then she cryes and rages Amongst her Baggages, and swears at one thrust she hath lost all her wa-ges For she is ingaged her own to disburse, To make good the breach of the cruel Cut-purse Youth etc. Your eyes and your fingers are nimble of growth. But Dun many times he hath been nimbler then both Yet you are deceived by many a slut, But the Hang-man is only the Cut-purses cut, It makes you to vex When he bridles your necks and then at the last what becomes of your tricks But when you should pray, you begin for to curse The hand that first shewd you to slash at a purse, Youth, etc. But now to my hearers this Counsel I give, And pray friends remember it as long as you live, Bring out no more cash in purse pocket or wallet, Then one single penny to pay for the Ballet, For Cut-purse doth shrowd Himself in a Cloud, theres many a purse hath been lost in a crowd For hes the most rogue that doth crowd up & curses Who first cryes my Masters beware of your purses. Oh youth thou hadst better been starvd by thy Nurse Then live to be hanged for cutting a purse. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1647-1665 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A warning to the listener to beware of cutpurses - often sung while cutpurses would steal from unaware listeners of the ballad-singer. Ballad-singer asks not to be put in same category as thieves. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for W. Gilbertson. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. stealing Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5faa2b8c39909b7b393de6b9a3480b9b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, Shelfmark: C.20.f.8.46-47; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30274/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30274</a> Subtitle With a warning to all purse-carriers: Shewing the confi- dence of the first, and the carelesnesse of the last; With necessary admonitions for them both, lest the Hangman get the one, and the Begger take the other. To the tune of, Packingtons pound. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Caveat for Cut-purses. 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Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134"><em>Fortune my foe</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Great God that sees al things that here are don Keeping thy Court with thy celestiall Son; Heere her complaint that hath so sore offended, Forgive my fact before my life is ended. Ah me the shame unto all women kinde, To harbour such a thought within my minde: That now hath made me to the world a scorne, And makes me curse the time that I was borne. I would to God my mothers haples wombe, Before my birth had beene my happy tombe: Or would to God when first I did take breath, That I had suffered any painefull death. If ever dyed a true repentant soule, Then I am she, whose deedes are blacke and foule: Then take heed wives be to your husbands kinde, And beare this lesson truely in your minde, Let not your tongus oresway true reasons bounds, Which in your rage your utmost rancour sounds: A woman that is wise should seldome speake, Unlesse discreetly she her words repeat Oh would that I had thought of this before, Which now to thinke on makes my heart full sore: Then should I not have done this deed so foule, The which hath stained my immortall soule. Tis not to dye that thus doth cause me grieve, I am more willing far to die than live; But tis for blood which mounteth to the skies, And to the Lord revenge, revenge, it cries. My dearest husband did I wound to death, And was the cause h[e] lost his sweetest breath, But yet I trust his soule in heaven doth dwell, And mine without Gods mercy sinkes to hell. In London neere to smithfield did I dwell, And mongst my neighbours was beloved well: Till that the Devill wrought me this same spight, That all their loves are turnd to hatred quight. John Wallen was my loving husbands name, Which long hath liv'd in London in good fame. His trade a Turner, as was knowne full well, My name An Wallen , dolefull tale to tell. Anne wallens Lamentation, Or the second part of the murther of one John Wallen a Turner in Cow-lane neere Smithfield; done by his owne wife, on saterday the 22 of June 1616. who was burnt in Smithfield the first of July following, To the tune of Fortune my foe. My husband having beene about the towne, And comming home, he on his bed lay down: To rest himselfe, which when I did espie, I fell to rayling most outragiously. I cald him Rogue, and slave, and all to naught, Repeating the worst language might be thought Thou drunken knave I said, and arrant sot, Thy minde is set on nothing but the pot. Sweet heart he said I pray thee hold thy tongue, And if thou dost not, I shall shall doe thee wrong, At which, straight way I grew in worser rage, That he by no meanes could my tongue asswage. He then arose and strooke me on the eare, I did at him begin to curse and sweare: Then presently one of his tooles I got, And on his body gave a wicked stroake Amongst his intrailes I this Chissell threw, Where as his Caule came out, for which I rue, What hast thou don, I prethee looke quoth he, Thou hast thy wish, for thou hast killed me. When this was done the neighbours they ran in, And to his bed they streight conveyed him: Where he was drest and liv'd till morne next day, Yet he forgave me and for me did pray. No sooner was his breath from body fled, But unto Newgate straight way they me led: Where I did lie untill the Sizes came, Which was before I there three daies had laine. Mother in lawe, forgive me I you pray, For I have made your onely childe away, Even all you had; my selfe made husbandlesse, My life and all cause [I] did so transgresse, He nere did wrong to any in his life, But he too much was wronged by his wife; Then wives be warn'd example take by me. Heavens graunt no more that such a one may be. My judgement then it was pronounced plaine, Because my dearest husband I had slaine: In burning flames of fire I should fry, Receive my soule sweet Jesus now I die. T: Platte. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1616 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for Henry Gosson, and are to be solde/ at his shop on London bridge. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Composer of Ballad T. Platte Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b41b31ce960a2b8be67c97289a1ca355.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="489"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2bff3dbd9e9c215390208ccf0145ceb9.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.124-125; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20053/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20053</a>. Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan. <br /><br /> Subtitle For the Murthering of her husband Iohn Wallen a Turner in Cow-lane neere Smithfield; done by his owne wife, on satterday the 22 of Iune. 1616. who was burnt in Smithfield the first of Iuly following. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Anne Wallen sings from the scaffold of her remorse at the stabbing death of her husband. However, spectators at her burning were convinced it was in self-defense against a violent attacker. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Anne VVallens Lamentation, Audio recording burning Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/05379bf5bb99eea943848840bce69d25.jpg 9b800e008f97331a1a4b52671a703e29 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1173"><em>The Rich Merchant Man</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A LL Youths of fair England, that dwell both far and near, Regard my Story that I tell and to my Song give ear: A London Lad I was, a Merchants Prentice bound, My name George Barnwel, that did spend my Master many a pound. Take heed of Harlots then, and their inticing trains, For by that means I have bin brought to hang alive in Chains. As I upon a Day was walking through the street, About my Masters business, I did a wanton meet, A gallant dainty Dame, and sumptuous in attire, With smiling looks she greeted me, and did my name require: Which when I had declar'd, she gave me then a kiss And said if I would come to her, I should have more than this: In faith my Boy (quoth she) such news I can you tell, As shall rejoyce thy very heart, then come where I do dwell. Fair Mistris, then said I, if I the place may know, This evening I will be with you, for I abroad must go To gather Monies in, that is my Masters due, And e're that I do home return, i'le come and visit you. Good Barnwel , then (quoth she) do thou to Shoreditch come, And ask for mistris Milwood there, next door unto the Gun. And trust me on my truth, if thou keep touch with me, For thy Friends sake, and as my own heart thou shalt right welcome be. Thus parted we in peace, and home I passed right, Then went abroad and gathered in by six a Clock at night. An hundred pound and one, with Bag under my arm, I went to Mistris Milwoods house, and thought on little harm: And knocking at the door, straightway her self came down, Rustling in most brave attire, her Hood and silken Gown. Who through her beauty bright, so gloriously did shine, That she amaz'd my dazling eyes, she seemed so divine. She took me by the hand, and with a modest grace, Welcome sweet Barnwel, then (quod she, unto this homely place: Welcome ten thousand times, more welcome then my Brother, And better welcome I protest than any one or other: And seeing I have thee found as good as thy word to be, A homely Supper e're thou part, thou shalt take here with me: O pardon me (quoth I) fair Mistris I you pray, For why, out of my Masters house so long I dare not stay. Alas good Sir she said, are you so strictly ty'd, You may not with your dearest friend one hour or two abide? Faith then the case is hard, if it be so (quoth she) I would I were a Prentice bound, to live in house with thee. Therefore my sweetest George, list well what I do say, And do not blame a woman much, her fancy to bewray. Let not affections force, be counted lewd desire, Nor think it not immodesty I should thy love require. With that she turn'd aside, and with a blushing red, A mournful motion she bewray'd, by holding down her head: A Handkerchief she had all wrought with Silk and Gold, Which she to stay her trickling tears, against her eyes did hold. This thing unto my sight was wondrous rare and strange, And in my mind and inward thoughts it wrought a sudden change: That I so hardy was, to take her by the hand, Saying, sweet Mistris why do you so sad and heavy stand? Call me no Mistris now, but Sarah thy true friend, Thy servant Sarah honouring thee until her life doth end: If thou would'st here alledge thou art in years a Boy, So was Adonis , yet was he fair Venus love and joy. Thus I that ne'r before of woman found such grace, And seeing now so fair a Dame give me a kind imbrace. I supt with her that night with joys that did abound, And for the same paid presently, in money twice three pound: An hundred Kisses then, for my farewel she gave, Saying sweet Barnwel when shall I again thy company have: O stay not too long my dear, sweet George have me in mind: Her words bewitcht my childishness, she uttered them so kind. So that I made a vow, next Sunday without fail. With my sweet Sarah once again to tell some pleasant Tale. When she heard me say so, the tears fell from her eyes, O George, quoth she, if thou dost fail, thy Sarah sure will dye. Though long, yet loe at last, the 'pointed day was come, That I must with my Sarah meet, having a mighty sum Of Money in my hand, unto her house went I, Whereas my Love upon her bed in saddest sort did lye, What ails my hearts delight, my Sarah dear, quoth I , Let not my Love lament and grieve, nor sighing pine and dye, But tell to me my dearest friend, what may thy woes amend, And thou shalt lack no means of help, though forty pound I spend, With that she turn'd her head and sickly thus did say, O my sweet George my grief is great ten pounds I have to pay Unto a cruel Wretch, and God knows quoth she, I have it not, Tush rise quoth he, and take it here of me: Ten pounds, nor ten times ten shall make my love decay, Then from his Bag into her lap, he cast ten pound straightway. All blith and pleasant then, to banquetting they go, She proffered him to lye with her, and said it should be so: And after that same time, I have her store of Coyn, Yea, sometimes fifty pound at once, all which I did purloyn. And thus I did pass on, until my Master then, Did call to have his reckoning in cast up among his Men. The which when as I heard, I knew not what to say, For well I knew that I was out two hundred pounds that day. Then from my Master straight I ran in secret sort, And unto Sarah Milwood then my state I did report. But how she us'd this Youth, in this his extream need, The which did her necessity so oft with Money feed: The Second Part behold, shall tell it forth at large, And shall a Strumpets wily ways, with all her tricks discharge The Second Part, to the same Tune. Here comes young Barnwel unto thee sweet Sarah my delight, I am undone except thou stand my faithful friend this night: Our Master to command accounts, hath just occasion found, And I am found behind the hand almost two hundred pound: And therefore knowing not at all, what answer for to make, And his displeasure to escape, my way to thee I take: Hoping in this extremity, thou wilt my succour be, That for a time I may remain in safety here with thee. With that she nit and bent her brows, and looking all aquoy, Quoth she, what should I have to do with any Prentice Boy? And seeing you have purloyn'd & got your Masters goods away, The case is bad, and therefore here I mean thou shalt not stay Why sweet heart thou knowst, he said that all which I did get, I have it and did spend it all upon thee every whit: Thou knowst I loved thee so well, thou could'st not ask the thing, But that I did incontinent the same unto thee bring. Quoth she thou art a paultry Jack, to charge me in this sort, Being a Woman of credit good, and known of good report: A nd therefore this I tell thee flat, be packing with good speed, I do defie thee from my heart, and scorn thy filthy deed. I s this the love and friendship which thou didst to me protest? Is this the great affection which you seemed to express? Now fie on all deceitful shows, the best is I may speed. To get a Lodging any where, for money in my need: Therefore false woman now farewel, while twenty pound doth last, My anchor in some other Haven I will with wisdom cast. When she perceived by his words. that he had money store, That she had gull'd him in such sort, it griev'd her heart full sore: Therefore to call him back again, she did suppose it best. Stay George quoth she, thou art too quick why man I do but jest; Think'st thou for all my passed speech that I would let thee go? Faith no. quod she, my love to thee I wis is more then so. You will not deal with Prentice boys I heard you even now swear, Therefore I will not trouble you, my George heark in thine ear. Thou shalt not go to night quod she, what chance so e're befall, But man we'l have a bed for thee, or else the Devil take all. Thus I that was with wiles bewitcht and shar'd with fancy still. Had not the power to put away, or to withstand her will. Then wine and wine I called in, and cheer upon good cheer, And nothing in the world I thought for Sarahs love too dear: Whilst I was in her company in joy and merriment, And all too little I did think, that I upon her spent. A fig for care and careful thoughts, when all my Gold is hone, I n faith my Girl we will have more, whoever it light upon. My Father's rich, why then, quod I, should I want any Gold? With a Father indeed, quoth she, a Son may well be bold. I have a Sister richly wed, i'le rob her e're i'le want; Why then, quod Sarah , they may well consider of your scant. Nay more than this, an Uncle I have at Ludlow he doth dwell, He is a Grasier, which in wealth doth all the rest excell: E're I will live in lack, quoth he, and have no Coyn for thee, I 'le rob his House, and murder him, why should you not, quoth she: E're I would want were I a man, or live in poor Estate, On Father, friends, and all my Kin, I would be Talons grate: For without money, George, quod she, a Man is but a Beast, And bringing Money thou shalt be always my chiefest Guest. For say thou should'st pursued be with twenty Hues and Crys, And with a Warrant searched for with Argus hundred Eyes: Yet in my House thou shalt be safe, such privy ways there be, That if they sought an hundred years they could not find out thee. And so carousing in their Cups, their pleasures to content, George Barnwel had in little space his money wholly spent. Which being done, to Ludlow then he did provide to go, To rob his wealthy Uncle then, his Minion would it so And once or twice he thought to take his Father by the way, But that he thought his master had took order for his stay. D irectly to his Uncle then he rose with might and main, Where with welcome and good cheer he did him entertain: A Sennets space he stayed there, until it chanced so, His Unkle with his Cattle did unto a market go: His Kinsman needs must Ride with him, and when he saw right plain, Great store of money he had took, in coming home again, Most suddenly within a Wood he struck his Uncle down, And beat his brains out of his head, so sore he crackt his crown: And fourscore pound in ready coyn out of his Purse he took, And coming into London Town, the Country quite forsook. To Sarah Milwood then he came, shewing his store of Gold, And how he had his Uncle stain, to her he plainly told. Tush, it's no matter George, quod she, so we the money have, To have good chear in jolly sort, and deck us fine and brave. And this they liv'd in filthy sort, till all his store was gone, And means to get them any more, I wis poor George had none. And therefore now in railing sort, she thrust him out of door, Which is the just reward they get, that spend upon a Whore. O do me not this foul disgrace in this my need, quoth he, She call'd him Thief and Murderer, with all despight might be. And to the Constable she went to have him Apprehended, And shew'd in each degree how far he had the Law offended. When Barnwel saw her drift, to Sea he got straightway, Where fear & dread & conscience sting upon himself doth stay: Unto the Mayor of London then, he did a Letter write, Wherein his own and Sarahs faults he did at large recite. Whereby she apprehended was, and then to Ludlow sent, Where she was judg'd, condemn'd and hang'd, for murder incontinent. And there this gallant Quean did dye this was her greatest gains: For Murder in Polonia, was Barnwel hang'd in Chains. Lo, here's the end of wilful youth, that after Harlots haunt, Who in the spoil of other men, about the streets do flaunt. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1686 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Ludlow and Polonia Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events For more on this ballad and the tune it is set to, see <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/research-by-dr-una-mcilvenna">Research by Una McIlvenna:</a> ‘The Rich Merchant Man, or, What the Punishment of Greed Sounded Like in Early Modern English Ballads’, Huntington Library Quarterly 79, no. 2 (Summer 2016) Special Issue: 'Living English Broadside Ballads, 1550-1750: Song, Art, Dance, Culture', eds. Patricia Fumerton and Megan Palmer-Browne: 279-299 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/05379bf5bb99eea943848840bce69d25.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="800" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 2.158-159; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20778/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20778</a> Subtitle who was undone by a Strumpet, who thrice Robbed his Master, and Murdered his Uncle in Ludlow. 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 An Excellent Ballad of George Barnwel an Apprentice in London, Female hanging hanging in chains Male murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/365feae653d50326fec3c45d4cec5966.jpg 39ec07d16b07967eb750760d2fa70ffd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>The worthy London prentice</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics TO mourne for my offences, and former passed sinnes, This sad and dolefull story, my heavy heart begins: Most wickedly I spent my time. devoide of godly grace: A lewder Woman never liv'd, I thinke in any place. Nare Buckingham I dwelled, and Susan Higges by name, Well thought of by good Gentlemen and Farmers of good fame: Where thus.for xx. yeares at least, I liv'd in gallant sort: Which made the Country marvell much, to here of my report. My state was not maintained, (as you shall understand) By good and honest dealings, nor labour of my hand: But by deceipt and couzening shifts the end whereof, we see Hath ever beene repaide with shame and ever like to be. My servants were young Countrey girles brought up unto my mind, By nature faire and beautifull, and of a gentle kinde: Who with their sweet intising eyes, did many Youngsters move To come by night unto my house in hope of further love. But still at their close meetings, (as I the plot had late) I slept in still at unawares, while they the wantons plaid. And would in question bring their names, except they did agree To give me money for this wrong, done to my house and me. This was but petty couzenage, to things that I have done: My weapon by the high-way side, hath me much money wonne: In mens attyre I oft have rode, upon a Gelding stout, And done great robberies valiantly, the Countries round about. I had my Scarfes and Vizards, my face for to disguise: Sometime a beard upon my chin, to blinde the peoples eyes. My Turkie blade, and Pistols good, my courage to maintaine: Thus took I many a Farmers purse well cram'd with golden gaine. Great store of London Marchants I boldly have bid Stand, And showed my selfe most bravely, a Woman of my hand, You rulsling Roysters, every one in my defence say then, Wee women still for gallant minds, may well compare with men. But if so bee it chanced, the Countries were beset, With hue and cryes and warrants into my house I get: And I so being with my Maides, would cloake the matter so, That no man could by any meanes, the right offender know. Yet God that still most justly, doth punish every vice, Did bring unto confusion my fortunes in a trice: For by a murther all my sinnes were strangly brought to light: And such desert I had by law, as justice claim'd by right. Upon the Heath of Misseldon, I met a woman there, And robd her, as from market, home-wards she did repaire: Which woman cald me by my name and said, that she me knew: For which, even with her lifes deare bloud, my hands I did imbrew. But after I had wounded, this women unto death, And that her bleeding body, was almost reft of breath: She gave a grone: and therewithall did spit upon my face, Three drops of blood, that never could be wiped from that place: For after I returned unto my house againe, The more that I it washde, it more appeared plaine: Each houre I thought that beasts, [&] birds this murther would reveale, Or that the ayre, so vile a deede, no longer would conceale. So heavy at my conscience, this wofull murther lay, That I was soone inforced, the same for to beware, And to my servants made it known, as God appointed me: For blood can never secret rest, nor long unpunisht be. My servants to the Justices, declar'd what I had said: For which I was attached, and to the Jayle convaied, And at the Sises was condemnd, and had my just desert: Even such a death let all them have, that beare so false a heart. So farewell earthly pleasure, my quaintance all adue, With whom I spent the treasure, which causeth me to rue. Leave off your wanton pastimes, lascivious and ill, Which without Gods great mercy, doth soule and body kill. Be warned by this story, you ru[s]sling Rosters all: The higher that you climbe in sinne the greater is your fall: For now the world so wicked is, in Maiden and in Wife That few, or none, can finde the way to lead an honest life. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1640 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Susan Higges, highway robber, blackmails young men whom she finds with the maids in her house and for 20 years robs people on the highway. Her final victim, a woman, recognises her and is killed for it, but spits blood in Higges' face that will not wash off. In fear, Higges confesses her crimes. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Same text as '<a href="http://roy25booth.blogspot.com/2008/06/lady-macbeth-of-chilterns.html" target="_blank">The sorrowful complaint of Susan Higges...' </a>with an extra stanza second from end, and set to a different tune 'London Prentice'. Contains two different woodcuts as well. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London : for F. C[oles] dwelling in the Old-Baily, [ca. 1640?] Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging? Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Brickhill Assises Tune Data <em>The worthy London prentice </em>first appeard in the Elizabethan period as is tself is set to <em>All You That Love Good Fellows </em>(Simpson 1966, pp. 13-15). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/365feae653d50326fec3c45d4cec5966.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="900" height="700"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, Shelfmark C.20.f.7.424-425; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30289/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30289</a> Subtitle dwelling in Risborrow a towne in Buckinghamshire, and how shee lived 20. yeeres, by robbing on the high-wayes, yet unsuspected of all that knew her; till at last, comming to Messeldon, there robbing a woman; which woman knew her and called her by her name: now when she saw she was betrayed, she killed her, and standing by her while she gave three groanes, she spat three drops of blood in her face, which never could be washt out; by which whee was knowne and executed for the aforesaid murder at the assises in Lent at Brickhill. To the tune of, The worthy London prentice. 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 A true relation of one Susan Higges Female hanging highway robbery murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/44224701e8dd07655162456ad3e4d90e.jpg 6d8d229e5bb116e4b375805079cad3f6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1570 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Axon reports that Francesca de Chaves was a nun of the order of St. Francis of Assisi who belonged to the convent of Santa Isabel in Seville, whereas the title of the broadsheet declares her to be of the cloister of St. Elizabeth. With twelve other victims, she was burned by the Inquisition on 22 Dec 1560, at the auto-da-fe in Seville. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Fletestrete at the signe of the Faucon by Wylliam Griffith. 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. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Seville Composer of Ballad T. VV. Image / Audio Credit Chetam's Library - Halliwell-Phillipps, Shelfmark: H.P.469; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/36173/image" target="_blank">EBBA 36173</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics THe onely God of Israell, Be praysed evermore: For that to gloryfie his name, his sayntes he kepes in store. And to declare his wonderous workes, which past the witte of man: How his most pure and sacred worde. unto this virgine came. Who closed was a cloyster Nonne, and drownd in fylthy sinke: By taking of the Romish cuppe, and tasting of her drinke. Through which both soule & body tread, the beaten pathes to hell: Be rent and torne in fylthy lake, with Deviles ferce and fell. But God in Christ our Saviour, this Mayden toke to grace: Who banisht quite all romish ragges, and gods word dyd imbrace. As in this mirrour you may see, made by this martir bright: Which is a lanterne to our steppes, of pure and perfite light. And to confirme the truth therof, dyd seale it with her death: With stedfast fayth in fiery flame, dyd end her vitall breath. O virgine pure thou art right sure, with Christ to rayne, & grace obtaine: Wherfore to pray, let us not staye, our sinnes t'unfold, to God be bold. Einis. quod. T.W. This godly crosserowe, to christians I send with hartie desire there lives to amend. A. ALl faythfull hartes that feareth God, drawe neare behold and see: What fiery torments I abode, for Christes most veritie, For true it is the wicked hate. the godly and their wayes: with cruell deathes they bragge and prate, whose spite right sone decayes. B. Beare not yourselves ye Papistes bold In frutelesse hope to trust: Thinking to mend whan ye ware olde, that sinne is nert the worst. Be rather wise and circumspecte, repent while ye have space: For those that be of God rejecte, remayne in dolefull place. C. Consider well and call to mind, what counsell Christ doth geve: Unto all such as sekes to fynde, how by his word to lyve. Commaunding us ech one, to love, and in him fire our fayth: Who spent his bloud for our behoulfe, as holy Scripture sayth. D. Disdayne not for to helpe the poore, ye rich that may do so: Who calles on you both day and night, be wrapt in payne and woe. For who so doth the poore despise, and from their ayd refrayne: From such the Lord wyll turne his eyes, In their most nede and payne. E. Employe yourselves to eche intent, that gods word doth amitte: Obey your Prince whom he hath sent, In Judgement seate to sitte. Envye not ye the lowest sorte, Nor strive not with the bande: So shall ye winne a good reporte, where that ye dwell on lande. F. Feare not those furious faythlesse sorte, that dayly lye in wayte: To shed your bloud they have a sporte, and make your flesh their bayte. For he, whose fayth you do profes, hath promised you in dede: For to destroye there cruelnes, and be your helpe at nede G. Gape not gredely goods to gette, the rich mans goods doth rest: Remember flesh to be wormes meate, from it departe we must. Then lyve we heare whyles we abyde, to profite our soules health: For death he tarieth not the tyde, but crepts on us by stealth. H. Hotnes of harte se that yee hate, all ye that do love truth: Which doth but move stryfe and debate, eche where in age and youth. Be poore in spirite, and meke withall, In harte loke not aloft: Who climmeth hyghe most lowe doth fall, such sightes are sene full oft. I. Incline your eares to heare their cause, that are with wronge opprest: Ye ministers of Christian lawes, to you I make request. Let not the poore man be debarde, to serve the riche mans turne: If ye so do your just reward, shall be in hell to burne. K. Kepe clene yourselves from fleshly deds uncleanes put awaye: For harlots breathes are stinking wedes appeare they never so gaye. Most poyson dartes they are iwysse, that falles with such a breath: Loke where they light they seldom misse but strikes unto the death. L. Let godly love in you remaine, and first and principall: Above all thinges love God certayne, your neighbour next of all. If you so lyve without all stryfe, then are you of that sorte: Of whom S. John hath written ryfe, and made a just reporte. M Measure by truth your graine & corne all ye that selles the same: Be not at any tyme forsworne, In earnest or in game. Nor covet for to sell more dere, but as you may aforth: Small tyme we have to tary here, this lyfe is lytle worth. N. Note well the substance of this bill, and what is herein pend: Then shall ye not delite in yll, nor yet therto attend. Condemne it not though it be rude, all doth not write lyke fyne: With counsell good it is indued, to it therfore incline. O. Offer to God the sacrifice, that his word doth allowe: Obey the powers in humble wise, unto them see you bowe. Who strives with them resisteth God, as Scripture doth expresse: They are the very skourge and rodde, for such as do transgresse, P. Pitie the poore that faine would lyve with labour of their handes: With wrong do not your tenants greve, you that be men of landes. As Christian brethern ought to bee, In fayth so to professe: Leave of therfore your crueltie, and practise gentlenes. Q. Quietly deale, quarell not yee, that loves to lyve in rest: This is most true to eche degree, a quiet lyfe is best. For quarells doth ingenger stryfe, by stryfe oft tymes doth growe: Such happe that some doth lose their life they reape as they doe sowe, R. Ryote refrayne let reason guide for ryote bringeth wracke: For reason doe thou sure provide before the time of lack. And if in wealth you happe to flowe, spend not away to fast, Lest you come home by ragmans rowe, with nifles at the last. S. Slaunder no weight therof beware, evill tonges they are so vile, That ofte they wrappe themselves in snare, wherat their foe doth smile, Commit your cause to god therfore, vengeance saith he is myne. His merry is also in store, to those that trust in time. T. Trust not the trifeling talkers tale, till truth the same have tried: Such bringeth men oft times in bale, this cannot be denied. Nedes must he lye that bableth much, note this for your discharge: Avoyd therfore from you all such, whose tongues doth runne at large. V. Vyle wanton wayes se you none use at no tyme day nor night: Thy fayth Christ may ne will refuse, to speake the hartes delight. The godly man from his good thought, of godlines doth talke: The wicked man in fancye nought, his tongue doth ever walke. X. Christe graunt us all that do professe, his faythfull flocke to be: That our good works may show no lesse but with our fayth agree. Dead is that fayth as James doth say, where good dedes wanteth place: That we may dwell in Christ alwaye, he graunt us of his grace. Y. Yeld laude and prayse to god above, whose most high majestie Sent downe his sonne for our behouf: our saviour for to be. Whose death hath done our sinnes away as scripture doth record. Let us therfore both night and daye, geve thankes unto the Lord. Z. Zeale to the truth hath moved me, this dittie to set forth: Most humbly praying ech degree, to take it in good worth. None other thing is ment therby, to witnes God I take: But that we should lyve Christianly, and Sathans wayes forsake. &. & for the same accomplishment, with meekenes let us pray: To God the Lord omnipotent, that he with us alway. Vouchsafe his holy spirite to dwel, to guide our hartes aright: That we may walke in his gospell, as Children of his light. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/44224701e8dd07655162456ad3e4d90e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Subtitle [with separate but related verse following] 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 A Mirror of mans lyfe made by a modest virgine Fransisca Chauesia a Nonne of the cloyster of S. Elizabeth in Spaine burned for the profession of the gospell. burning Female heresy Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Chevy Chase</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics In Ty-burn road a man there lived A just and honest life, And there he might have lived still, If so had pleased his wife. Full twice a day to church he went, And so devout would be, Sure never was a saint on earth, If that no saint was he! This vext his wife unto the heart, She was of wrath so full, That finding no hole in his coat, She picked one in his scull. But then heart began to relent, And griev'd she was so sore, That quarter to him for to give, She cut him into four. All in the dark and dead of night, These quarters she conveyed, And in a ditch in Marybone, His marrow-bones she laid. His head at Westminster she threw, All in the Thames so wide, Says she, 'My dear, the wind sets fair, And you may have the tide.' But Heav'n, whose pow'r no limit knows, On earth or on the main, Soon caus'd this head for to be thrown Upon the land again. The head being found, the justices, Their heads together laid; And all agreed there must have been Some body to this head. But since no body could be found, High mounted on a shelf, They e'en set up the head to be, A witness for itself. Next, that it no self-murder was, The case itself explains, For no man could cut off his head, And throw it in the Thames. Ere many days had gone and passed, The deed at length was known. And Cath'rine, she confess'd at last, The fact to be her own. God prosper long our noble King, Our lives and safeties all, And grant that we may warning take, By Cath'rine Hayes's fall. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1726 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Execution by strangulation and burning at the stake of Catherine Hayes on May 9 1726 for the murder of her husband Mr Hayes by beating and dismemberment with an axe. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. strangulation; burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn URL Catherine Hayes <em><a href="http://murderpedia.org/female.H/h/hayes-catherine.htm" target="_blank">Murderpedia</a></em> entry<br /><em>See also, Tales from the Hanging Court, </em>by Time Hitchcock ad Roberk Brink Shoemaker (2006), pp. 48 ff 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 A BALLAD ON THE MURDER OF MR HAYES BY HIS WIFE burning Female murder strangling https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f1f511f399820a8ddc65fcbad22aff84.jpg 39d64a54a796aa292003babffbc12992 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>The Ladies Daughter</em>, also known as <em>Bonny Nell</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A Cruell Cornish Murder, I briefely will declare, at your attention further, my Story wondrous rare, [A]nd doe not thinke tis fayned, because it seemeth strange, What hath not Satan gained, when men from God doe range? [...]t Crowen in that County, an old blind man doth dwell, Who by good peoples bounty, did live indifferent well, By name he's ca'ld Carnehewall , his house stood all alone, Where [ke]pt this d[ee]d so cruell, the like was scarce ere knowne. He had a proper Damsell that liv'd with him, his daughter, To whom some suiters came still, and in true wedlocke sought her, Because the newes was bruited, how that the blind man would, Though he were poore reputed) give forty pounds in gold. Oh, then bewitching money, what mischiefe dost thou cause, Thou mak'st men dote upon thee, contrary to Gods Lawes. What Murder is so hainous, but thou canst find out those, Tha[t] willingly for gaine thus, will venter life to lose. Nay often soule and body, as in this Story rare, By the sufferance of God, I will punctually declare: The fame of this mans riches, a Vagrant chanc't to heare, In haste his fingers itches, away the same to beare. This bloody murderous Villaine, whose fact all manhood shames, Did live long time by stealing, his name was Walter James , Who with his wife, and one more yong woman, and a boy, Three Innocents in purple gore, did cruelly distroy. The twenty sixth of July , when it was almost night, These wanderers unruly, on this lone house did light, The old blind man was then abroad, and none but his old wife, And a little Girle, ith' house abode, whom they depriv'd of life, At first they ask'd for Vittle: quoth she, with all my heart, Although I have but little, of that you shall have part; He swore he must have money, alas, here's none she sed; His heart then being stony, he straight cut off her head. And then he tooke her G[irl child?] about some seven yeer[s old?] Which he (oh monster [revil'd?)] by both the heeles did [hold?] And beate her braines o[n the bed?] oh barbarous cruelty, The like of this I never [read?] in any history. When they those two ha[d murder'd?] and tane what they de[sired?] Like people fully [...], with joy, they sate by t[he fire?] And tooke Tobacco mer[rily?] without all feare or dr[ead] Knowing no house nor to[...] and while these two l[ay dead?] In came the blind mans d[aughter] who had beene workin[g ?] And seeing such a slaught[er] she wondrously was s[...] No marvell, when her M[other?] lay headlesse on the floor Her zeale she could not [smother?] but running out oth' doo[r] His Sword which lay ot[...] with her she tooke, an[...] As fast as she was able, she ran to call some folk[...] To come and see the murd[er?] but after her he stept, And ere she went much fur[ther] he did her intercept. [...] [...] (oh stony-hearted wretch) And into th' house he brought her: (what sighes alas I fetch, To thinke upon this Tragedy) for he with mischeife stor'd, Cut off her head most bloodily, with th' piece oth' broken Sword. Thus did three harmlesse innocents by one vile Caitiffes hand With both the counsell and consents, oth' woman of his band: Their heads and bodies laid they all very close together; And being gone a little way, they did at last consider, That if the house were burned, the murder might be hid, With that they backe returned, and as they thought, they did, Setting the house on fire, which burned till next day, Full many did admire, as they went on the way. These murtherers suspected that people would have thought, Those three ith house enclosed, unto their deaths were brought, By accident of fire, but God did then declare His power [...] let's admire his wondrous workes most rare. The murdered corps remained, as if no fire had beene, Their clothes with blood besmeared, not burnt, as might be seene: The leg and arme oth' Maiden, were only burnt in sunder, Full many people said then, ith' middest of their wonder. That surely there were murdered, by some that robd them had, And presently twas ordered, that for this deed so bad, All Vagrants on suspicion, should apprehended be, And in this inquisition, one happened to see, Some clothes upon the parties, that from this house we[re] tane And some before a Justice, the little boy told plaine, All things before that passed: also the boy did say, James was ith mind to kill him, lest he should all betray, They taken were at Meriwicke , forty five miles, or more, From Crowen where the murth[er]er was about a moneth before, Where in the Jayle they lay, Untill the Lend Assize did come, which tooke their lives away[.] The little Boy was quitted, and sent unto the Parish, Where he was borne, well fitted, with clothes and food, to cherish Him, as he ought with honesty and leaves his wandering trade: The other three were doom'd to dye, on that which he had said. But Walter James denyed, that ere he did that act, For swearing (till he dyed, and when he dy'd) that fact His wife at her last ending, confest the bloody guilt, So monstrously offending, when so much blood was spilt. The other woman after confest more plainely all: James tooke his death with laughter and nere to God did call: Thus as he liv'd a reprobate, and did God great reject, His soule with Christ bought at deare rate, in death he did neglect. He was hang'd dead at Lancestone , among the rest that di'd, Then carried where the deed was done, and by the high-way side, He hangeth, for example, in chaines now at this time, Thus have I shew'd the ample discourse of this foule crime. Objection may be framed, where was the old blind man: Whom I have never named since when I first beganne. He was abroad ith' interim, when this mischance befell, Or else the like had hapt to him, but he is living still. And goes about the Country, to begge, as he before Did use, among the Gentry, and now his need is more. All you that are kind Christians, thinke on this bloody deed. And crave the Lords assistance, by it to take good heed. The names of certaine eminent men of the Countrey, for confirmation of the verity of this tragicall Story. John Albon. John Coade. William Beauchamp. Ezekiel Treureu. William Lanyon. John Blithe. William Randall. John Treyeene. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1624 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Printed for F. Coules Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. Hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male; Female Composer of Ballad Martin Parker Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f1f511f399820a8ddc65fcbad22aff84.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="550"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.360-361; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20169/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20169</a> Subtitle in chaines neere vnto the place where the murder was done. 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 [...] / For which fact, he, his wife, and the other woman, were executed at Lanceston, last Lent Assizes, [...] Female hanging in chains Male murder