1 50 61 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 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/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 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/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/b41b31ce960a2b8be67c97289a1ca355.jpg a5d1f8df841941217ea014d83eb15239 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6f8fabb885929c355d5be8dc9f68b72a.jpg 744cfef77974ac45512e1488707ad991 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2bff3dbd9e9c215390208ccf0145ceb9.mp3 21cb5dbee1aa7564524e0579e8124475 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134"><em>Fortune my foe</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Great God that sees al things that here are don Keeping thy Court with thy celestiall Son; Heere her complaint that hath so sore offended, Forgive my fact before my life is ended. Ah me the shame unto all women kinde, To harbour such a thought within my minde: That now hath made me to the world a scorne, And makes me curse the time that I was borne. I would to God my mothers haples wombe, Before my birth had beene my happy tombe: Or would to God when first I did take breath, That I had suffered any painefull death. If ever dyed a true repentant soule, Then I am she, whose deedes are blacke and foule: Then take heed wives be to your husbands kinde, And beare this lesson truely in your minde, Let not your tongus oresway true reasons bounds, Which in your rage your utmost rancour sounds: A woman that is wise should seldome speake, Unlesse discreetly she her words repeat Oh would that I had thought of this before, Which now to thinke on makes my heart full sore: Then should I not have done this deed so foule, The which hath stained my immortall soule. Tis not to dye that thus doth cause me grieve, I am more willing far to die than live; But tis for blood which mounteth to the skies, And to the Lord revenge, revenge, it cries. My dearest husband did I wound to death, And was the cause h[e] lost his sweetest breath, But yet I trust his soule in heaven doth dwell, And mine without Gods mercy sinkes to hell. In London neere to smithfield did I dwell, And mongst my neighbours was beloved well: Till that the Devill wrought me this same spight, That all their loves are turnd to hatred quight. John Wallen was my loving husbands name, Which long hath liv'd in London in good fame. His trade a Turner, as was knowne full well, My name An Wallen , dolefull tale to tell. Anne wallens Lamentation, Or the second part of the murther of one John Wallen a Turner in Cow-lane neere Smithfield; done by his owne wife, on saterday the 22 of June 1616. who was burnt in Smithfield the first of July following, To the tune of Fortune my foe. My husband having beene about the towne, And comming home, he on his bed lay down: To rest himselfe, which when I did espie, I fell to rayling most outragiously. I cald him Rogue, and slave, and all to naught, Repeating the worst language might be thought Thou drunken knave I said, and arrant sot, Thy minde is set on nothing but the pot. Sweet heart he said I pray thee hold thy tongue, And if thou dost not, I shall shall doe thee wrong, At which, straight way I grew in worser rage, That he by no meanes could my tongue asswage. He then arose and strooke me on the eare, I did at him begin to curse and sweare: Then presently one of his tooles I got, And on his body gave a wicked stroake Amongst his intrailes I this Chissell threw, Where as his Caule came out, for which I rue, What hast thou don, I prethee looke quoth he, Thou hast thy wish, for thou hast killed me. When this was done the neighbours they ran in, And to his bed they streight conveyed him: Where he was drest and liv'd till morne next day, Yet he forgave me and for me did pray. No sooner was his breath from body fled, But unto Newgate straight way they me led: Where I did lie untill the Sizes came, Which was before I there three daies had laine. Mother in lawe, forgive me I you pray, For I have made your onely childe away, Even all you had; my selfe made husbandlesse, My life and all cause [I] did so transgresse, He nere did wrong to any in his life, But he too much was wronged by his wife; Then wives be warn'd example take by me. Heavens graunt no more that such a one may be. My judgement then it was pronounced plaine, Because my dearest husband I had slaine: In burning flames of fire I should fry, Receive my soule sweet Jesus now I die. T: Platte. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1616 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for Henry Gosson, and are to be solde/ at his shop on London bridge. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Composer of Ballad T. Platte Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b41b31ce960a2b8be67c97289a1ca355.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="489"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2bff3dbd9e9c215390208ccf0145ceb9.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.124-125; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20053/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20053</a>. Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan. <br /><br /> Subtitle For the Murthering of her husband Iohn Wallen a Turner in Cow-lane neere Smithfield; done by his owne wife, on satterday the 22 of Iune. 1616. who was burnt in Smithfield the first of Iuly following. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Anne Wallen sings from the scaffold of her remorse at the stabbing death of her husband. However, spectators at her burning were convinced it was in self-defense against a violent attacker. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Anne VVallens Lamentation, Audio recording burning Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5faa2b8c39909b7b393de6b9a3480b9b.jpg 4b312f6b4ec97aa66148e3507caa8e94 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174"><em>Packington's Pound</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics MY Masters and friends and good people draw near and look to your purses, for that I do say. And though little mony in them you do bear, it cost more to get then to lose in a day: you oft have been told both the young and the Old, and bidden beware of of the Cut-purse so bold: Then if you take heed not, free me from the curse, Who both give you warning, for and the Cut-purse. Youth, youth thou hadst better been starvd by thy Nurse Then live to be hangd for cutting a purse. It hath been upbraided to men of my Trade, that oftentimes we are the cause of this crime, Alack and for pitty, why should it be said? as if they regarded or places or time, Examples have been Or some that were seen of Westminster hall yea the pleaders between: Then why should the Judges be free from this curse, More then my poor self is for cutting the Purse, Youth youth, etc. At Worster, tis known well and even in the Jale, a Knight of good worship did there shew his fa[ce] Against the foule sinners in zeale for to raile, and so lost, ipso facto, his purse in the place: Nay once from the Seat Of judgement so great a Judge there did lose a fair purse of Velvet, Oh Lord for thy mercy how wicked or worse Are those that so venture their necks for a purse! Youth youth, etc. At Playes and at Sermons, and at the Sessions, tis daily their practice such booty to make, Yea under the Gallows at Executions, they stick not the stare-abouts purses to take. Nay one without grace At a better place at Court and in Christmas, before the Kings fa[ce.] Alack then for pitty must I bear the curse, That only belong to the cunning Cut-purse. Youth youth thou hadst better been starved by th[y Nurse] Then live to be hangd for cutting a pu[rse.] BUt oh! you vile Nation of Cutpurses all, Relent and repent, and amend and be sound, And know that you ought not by honest mens fall advance your own fortunes to dye above ground. And though you go gay In Silks as you may, It is not the highway to Heaven as they say, Repent then repent you for better for worse And kiss not the Gallows for cutting a purse, Youth youth thou hadst better been starvd by thy Nurse Then live to be hangd for cutting a purse. The Players do tell you in Bartholmew Faire what secret consumptions and Rascals you are, For one of their Actors it seems had the fate by some of your Trade to be fleeced of late, Then fall to your prayers You that are way-layers, theyre fit to chouse all the world, that can cheat Players For he hath the Art, and no man the worse, Whose cunning can pilfer the pilferers purse. Youth youth etc. The plain Country man that coms staring to London if once you come near him he quickly is undone, For when he amazedly gaz[e]th about one treads on his toes, an[d] the other pulst out, Then in a strange place Where he knows no face, his mony is gone tis a pittiful case. The Divel of hell in his trade is not worse Then Gilter, and Diver, and Cutter of purse, Youth etc. The poor servant maid wears her purse in her placket A place of quick feeling and yet you can take it, Nor is she aware that you have done the feat Untill she is going to pay for her meat. Then she cryes and rages Amongst her Baggages, and swears at one thrust she hath lost all her wa-ges For she is ingaged her own to disburse, To make good the breach of the cruel Cut-purse Youth etc. Your eyes and your fingers are nimble of growth. But Dun many times he hath been nimbler then both Yet you are deceived by many a slut, But the Hang-man is only the Cut-purses cut, It makes you to vex When he bridles your necks and then at the last what becomes of your tricks But when you should pray, you begin for to curse The hand that first shewd you to slash at a purse, Youth, etc. But now to my hearers this Counsel I give, And pray friends remember it as long as you live, Bring out no more cash in purse pocket or wallet, Then one single penny to pay for the Ballet, For Cut-purse doth shrowd Himself in a Cloud, theres many a purse hath been lost in a crowd For hes the most rogue that doth crowd up & curses Who first cryes my Masters beware of your purses. Oh youth thou hadst better been starvd by thy Nurse Then live to be hanged for cutting a purse. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1647-1665 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A warning to the listener to beware of cutpurses - often sung while cutpurses would steal from unaware listeners of the ballad-singer. Ballad-singer asks not to be put in same category as thieves. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for W. Gilbertson. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. stealing Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5faa2b8c39909b7b393de6b9a3480b9b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, Shelfmark: C.20.f.8.46-47; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30274/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30274</a> Subtitle With a warning to all purse-carriers: Shewing the confi- dence of the first, and the carelesnesse of the last; With necessary admonitions for them both, lest the Hangman get the one, and the Begger take the other. To the tune of, Packingtons pound. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Caveat for Cut-purses. Female hanging Male theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8909581a46a4632bed80a821c5a234a2.jpg beaaeeb562ff0be030ec36591a780e57 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Crimson Velvet</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics IT was a youthfull Knight, lov'd a gallant Lady, Faire she was and bright, and of vertues rare: Her selfe she did behave so courteously as may be, Wedded were they brave, joy without compare. Here began the griefe, Paine without reliefe, her husband soone her love forsooke, To women lewd of mind Being bad inclin'd, he onely lent a pleasant looke: The Lady she sate weeping, While that he was keeping company with others moe: Her words, my Love, believe not, Come to me and grieve not, Wantons will thee overthrow. His faire Ladies words nothing he regarded, Wantonnesse affords such delightfull sport: While they dance and sing, with great mirth prepared, She her hands did wring in most grievous s[oo]rt. Oh what hap had I Thus to waile and cry, unrespected every day: Living in disdaine, While that others gaine all the right I should enjoy? I am left forsaken, Others they are taken, ah my Love, why dost thou so? Her flatteries beleeve not, etc. The Knight with his faire Piece, at length his Lady spied, Who did him daily fleece of his wealth and store: Secretly she stood, while she her fashions tried, With a patient mood, while deepe the Strumpet swore: O sir Knight, quoth she, So dearely I love thee, my life doth rest at thy dispose, By day and eke by night, For thy sweet delight, thou shalt me in thy armes disclose. I am thine owne for ever, Still will I persever true to thee where ere I goe. Her flatteries beleeve not, etc. The vertuous Lady mild enters then among them, Being big with child, as ever she might be. With distilling teares she looked then upon them, Filled full of feares, thus replied she: Ah my Love and Deare, Wherefore stay you here, refusing me your loving wife, For an Harlots sake, Which each one will take, whose vile deeds provoke much strife: Many can accuse her, O my Love refuse her, with thy Lady home returne: Her flatteries beleeve not, Come to me and grieve not, etc. All in fury then the angry Knight upstarted Very furious, when he heard his Ladies speech: With many bitter termes his wife he overthwarted, Using hard extremes, while she did him beseech. From her necke so white, He tooke away in spight her curious chaine of finest gold, Her Jewels and her Rings, And all such costly things, as he about her did behold. The Harlot in her presence, He did gently reverence, and to her he gave them all He sent away his Lady, Full of woe as may be, who in a sound with griefe did fall. The second part, To the same tune. AT his Ladies wrong the Harlot fleer'd and laughed, Inticements are so strong, they over-come the wife: The Knight nothing regarded, to see the Lady scoffed, This was her reward, for her enterprise. The Harlot all this space Did him oft imbrace, she flatters him, and thus doth say, For thee Ile die and live, For thee my faith Ile give, no woe shall work my Loves decay. Thou shalt be my treasure, Thou shalt be my pleasure, thou shalt be my hearts delight: I will be thy darling, I will be thy worldling, in despight of Fortunes spight. Thus he did remaine in wastfull great expences, Till it bred his paine, and consum'd him quite: When his Lands were spent, troubled in his senses, Then he did repent this his lewd delight: For reliefe he hies, For reliefe he flies, to them on whom he spent his gold, They doe him deny, They doe him defie, they will not once his face behold. Being thus distressed, Being thus oppressed, in the fields that night he lay, Which the Harlot knowing, Through her malice growing, sought to take his life away. A young and proper Lad, they had slaine in secret, For the gold he had: whom they did convey, By a Ruffian lewd, to that place directly, Where that youthfull Knight fast a sleeping lay: The bloody dagger than, Wherewith they kill'd the man, hard by the Knight he likewise laid, Sprinkling him with blood, As he thought it good, and then no longer there he staid. The Knight being so abused, Was forthwith accused for this murther which was done, And he was condemned, That had not offended, shamefull death he might not shun. When the Lady bright understood the matter, That her wedded Knight was condemn'd to die, To the King she went with all the speed that might be, Where she did lament her hard destiny: Noble King, quoth she, Pitty take on me, and pardon my poore husbands life, Else I am undone, With my little son, let mercy mitigate this griefe. Lady faire, content thee, Soone thou wouldst repent thee, if he should be saved so: Sore he hath abus'd thee, Sore he hath misus'd thee, therefore Lady let him goe. O my Liege, quoth she, grant your gracious favor, Deare he is to me, though he did me wrong: The King repli'd againe, with a sterne behaviour, A Subject hee hath slaine, die he shall ere long, Except thou canst find Any one so kind, that will die and set him free. Noble King, she said, Glad am I apaid, the same person will I bee, I will suffer duely, I will suffer truely, for my Love and husbands sake. The King therefore amazed, Though he her duty praised, he bade that thence he should her take. It was the Kings command, on the morrow after, She should out of hand, to the Scaffold goe: Her husband pointed was, to beare the sword before her, He must eke alas, give the deadly blow: He refus'd the deed, Shee bade him proceed, with a thousand kisses sweet. In this wofull case, They did both imbrace which mov'd the Ruffian in that place Straight for to discover This concealed murther, whereby the Lady saved was, The Harlot then was hanged, As shee well deserved, this [did v]ertue bring to passe. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1630 (Simpson 1966 says ballad registered in 1603 & 1624) Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events invented story? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed at London for I. Wright. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Tune Data <em>Crimson Velvet</em> first appeared in 1596 (Simpson 1966, pp. 141-142). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8909581a46a4632bed80a821c5a234a2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.138-139 (EEBO has 3 other editions: BL 1660, BL 1675, Beinecke 1655-80); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20060/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20060</a> Subtitle A very excellent Sonnet of the most faire Lady Constance of Cleveland and her disloyall Knight. To the tune of Crimson Velvet. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Constance of Cleveland. beheading Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Damnable Practises Of three Lincolne-shire Witches, Audio recording Female strangling witchcraft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/60c3b23d28000ecb1cdcebdff56aa8be.jpg 9bb2c20114f58df7a02eb435feef6430 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1853? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Margaret Bell murders her baby, is brought to Paisley to be executed by hanging. This song ends with her awaiting her death. But as we discover in a related ballad, 'Margaret Bell's Lament' she would be reprieved by the appeals of the people of Paisley and would be banished instead. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From National Records of Scotland: Accused: Margaret Bell, Verdict: Guilty, Verdict Comments: Guilty - recommendation for leniency, Sentence: Death - hanging by public executioner, Petition: Remission of sentence granted under the Great Seal at High Court, Edinburgh, 7 February 1853 (see JC8/60, f.13v).. Note: Pannel drowned infant in a bleachfield dam and was sentenced to hang at Paisley on 26 January, 1853. Victim Unnamed, female infant Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. James Lindsay, 9 King St, Glasgow Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. infanticide Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paisley Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics From my dungeon in Paisley I send you this warning, To shun paths of vice which leads on to crime. too long I have run in the broad path of ruin, But now I must die in the height of my prime. O! col dis my cell and my chains they are weighty, But the weight of my sins are heavier on me, For I murdered my child, how can I look for mercy; Oh! no, I must die upon the gallows tree. Cold was the night on the sixteenth of November, As straight with my child close press'd to my breast; My bosom was swelling, my tears fast were falling, As hush, hush, I cried, to lull my baby to rest. By the Crofthead Bleachfield I careless did wander To the edge of the pond where I thought none did see, There I murdered my babe, and threw it in the water, For which I must die upon the gallows tree. That night with my cousin I slept at the bleachfield, And early next morning prepared to depart; I was told by the workers a child was found murdered, And, oh! how the words pearc'd my poor guilty heart. Then to Bogshaw I fled for to join my service, But the stern hands of justice soon laid hold of me; I was brought back to Paisley for to stand my trial, Now my sentence is pass'd -- I must die on a tree. The grey morn will dawn on the 26th of January 'Tis the last in this world that's allotted for me, From my dark dreary dungeon I'll be taken that morning. To face a gazing multitude, when hanged I shall be. When I think of my childhood and my poor aged mother, And the precepts she taught as I knelt at her knee; Oh, little she thought as I lay on her bosom, That her child Margaret Bell was to die on a tree. And now, in conclusion, I give you all warning, To shun evil company before its too late; If e'er vicious thoughts should arise in your bosom, O think on Margaret Bell and her untimely fate. Now, farewell, vain world, and all thy false pleasures, Your bright show of vanity is no more for me, My days they are numbered and the moments are flying, On the 26th of January I must die on a tree. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/60c3b23d28000ecb1cdcebdff56aa8be.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="700"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Copy of original in Bodleian Library, Universit of Oxford, Shelfmark: 2806 c. 14(159); Bodlein Ballads Online <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/search/roud/V25852" target="_blank">Bod1370; </a> Original available in the Murray Collection, Glasgow University Library Subtitle at present under Sentence of Death in Paisley Jail. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Lamentation of Margaret Bell, Female hanging infanticide transportation https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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. 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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/ae9a3c953192adf99fb9b507ab83a2eb.jpg fd2901256c465f63c34701cbac1b0417 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/87209ce556b90d9577774ee82bb2614d.mp3 37ddd1b4c78055ee35b3fccbdb2588f9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1173">The Rich Merchant Man</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOung Maidens all beware, that sees my Dismal state, Endeavour now to shun the Snare, before it is too late. I was a Servant Maid, and liv'd most happily, Until at last I was betray'd, to this Debauchery. Too late I do lament, my very heart doth bleed, That ever I did give consent, to that most wicked deed. My yielding to his ways, his wicked base desire, Yea, by that means I end my days, in cruel flames of Fire. Our Sins was at their grow, that none but them we blame, To be indeed the cause we both did end our days in shame. We could not be content, with what we first had done, But afterwards we did invent, in worse extreams to run. Then with my Master I, did take the cause in hand, Resolv'd my Mistris she should dye by our most cruel hand. Her Life we did betray, to satisfie our will. When she alas! in Child-bed lay, poor Soul she thought no ill. Strong poyson we contriv'd this was our hanious Sin, That she of Life might be depriv'd pool Soul when she lay in. My conscience strove with me, but I a wicked elf, Desired that my Master he, should give it her himself. But we did disagree, as you may understand, For Conscience would not suffer me to put it in her hand. Though neither he nor I, had power to do this deed, Yet all this would not satisfie, but still we did proceed. In what she was to drink we mixt the poyson strong. That she might take it & not think, the least of any wrong. By which at length she dyed, and I was left behind, To dye a cruel death beside, the horror of my mind. Alas! you may behold, my sad and dismal doom, Both hands & heart, and e'ry part, in flames you'l see consume. The Sorrow of my heart, in this extremity, Although it is my due desert, I do for mercy cry. Farewel my wordly Friends, and my offences foul, Good Lord forgive me all my sins, have mercy on my Soul. In this devouring flame, my life must now expire, Alas my sins I needs must blam[e] I end my days in fire. To you that come to see, a woful sinners fall, O let those cruel flames now be, a warning to you all. By me a warning take, and do not run astray, And God will never you forsake, if you his Laws obey. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A maid, in love with her master, conspires to poison her mistress shortly after she has given birth. It does not mention the sentence of the husband. (he is hanged in chains) Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events See also: A just account of the horrid contrivance of John Cupper, and Judith Brown his servant, in poysoning his wife. [microform] Who were tryed at the assizes held at Shrewsbury; Cupper to be hang'd in chains, and Judith Brown to be burnt. Together with their dying confessions. Published by me William Smith, rector of Bitterley, their minister, to prevent false reports. (NLA, copy of BL and Bodleian originals, on EEBO) Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. 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. Old Heath, near Shrewsbury Tune Data Reference: <em>The Rich Merchant Man</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 602-604), or <em>George Barnwell</em> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.151; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20769/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20769</a>. Audio recordings by (1) Hannah Sullivan, (2) EBBA. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ae9a3c953192adf99fb9b507ab83a2eb.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="416"></iframe> Subtitle Being a perfect and true account of one Judith Brown, who together with her Master Iohn Cupper, conspired the Death of her Mistris, his Wife, which accordingly they did accomplish in the time of Child-bed, when she lay in with two Children, by mixing of her Drink with cruel Poyson; for which Fact she received due Sentence of Death at the late Assizes in the County of Salop, to be Burned; which was accordingly Executed upon the Old Heath near Shrewsbury, on Thursday the Twenty-first day of August, 1684. 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 Unfaithful Servant; AND The Cruel Husband. Audio recording burning Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/77113ea8d496f873e01502c37229fe70.jpg 3b53a3c6cbaf3693fb9f279ec33a3d65 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/859de1edbc8aa135a73fd5a0ef048111.mp3 4020ae1bf2311f5ce3bb197bc60727ae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Araignement of John Flodder - mp3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics BRave Windham late, whom Fortune did adorne, With Buildings fayre, & fresh as Sommers morne: To coale-blacke Ashes now, quite burned downe, May sorrowing say, I was a gallant Towne. Yea all my state and glory is put by, For mourning on the ground my Buildings lye: My Goods consum'd, my Dwellers brought full low, Which now goe wandring up and downe in woe. Three hundred dwelling Houses of account, Which did to fourtie thousand pounds amount, Are all consumd and wasted quite away, And nothing left, but ruine and decay. Woe worth the causers of this blacke misdeed, That makes a thousand hearts with sorrow bleed: A thousand hearts with wringing hands may say, In Windham towne this was a wofull day. The deed was done by such unhallowed hands, Whose rigour card not for a thousand Lands, The Earth it selfe, if that it flam'd with fier, Were as these damned harlets did desier. One Flodder and his cursed wife, were those, Which wrought this famous towne these sodaine woes: Confederate with one Bickes wife; which three, Unto this cursed action did agree. As Rogues and Beggars wandring up and downe, They went to seeke reliefe from towne to towne: And lived by the usage of bace sinne, As custome trayneth all such livers in. [?] sure the Divell or else some Feend of his, [?] aved them unto this foule amisse, With Fire to wast so brave a Market towne, That florisht faire, with Riches and Renowne. A Fier that was devised of the Divell, A Fier of all the worst, and worse then evill: Wilde fier it was, that could not quenched bee, A Ball thereof [la]y kindling secretly, Within an Eaves, not seene of any man, A Match gave fier, and so it first began: In Service time, when people were at Prayers, As God required, and not on worldly cares. A time that such a chaunce could hardly bee Prevented by mans helpe, as man might see: For on a sodaine kindled so the flame, That mazed people could not quench the same. Within two howers the towne was burned quite, And much good Wealth therin consumd outright: The Free-schoole house, with many a gallant Hall With Aged people, and poore Children small. Such woes were never seene in any place, Nor never men remaind in heavier case: Strange doubts were made how first the fire begun That hath so many good mens states undone. At last this Flodder, with his wandring Mates, Which daily beg'd for food at rich mens Gates, Examined were, where soone their guiltie tongues Confest the chiefe occasions of these wronges. And so with hearts bespotted with blacke shame, They were araigned, and judged for the same, To suffer death, a recompence to make, For this offence, they thus did undertake. The Second part of the Araignement of Flodder and his wife etc. To the same tune. ANd when their day of death drew neere at hand, According to the Judges just commaund, Before ten thousand peoples wondring eyes, This Flodder like a damned monster dyes, A selfe-wild Papist, of a stubborne heart, That would but small submission from him part: But boldly died as though he had done well, And not been guiltie of this fact of Hell. His hated body still on Earth remaines, (A shame unto his kin) hangd up in Chaines: And must at all no other Buriall have, But Crowes & Ravens mawes to make his grave But Bicks his wife in signe of penitence, With weeping teares bewayled her offence: And at her death, confest with grieved minde, This deed beyond the reach of Woman-kind. And how most leawdly she had lived long, A shamefull life, in doing deeds of wrong: And trode the steps of Whoredome day by day, Accounting sinne and shame, the better way. And how that shee, was will'd to put her hope At last, to have a Pardone from the Pope For all her sinnes: for which, she did repent, And sayd, no Pope, but Christ was her content. And as for Flodders wife, the chiefe herein, And damded leader to this wilfull sinne, Being bigg with child, reprived was therefore, To give that life, which in her Wombe she bore. But having now deliverance of her Child, All further hopes of life, are quite exild. Yet hope of life, hath made her now confesse, The Townes proceeding dangers and distresse. And how the rest should all have burned beene, So with a second Fire to waste it cleane: And how the Husband of the woman dead, Had given consent to have this mischiefe spread. Likewise one Hicks, a fellow of good age, She sayd, his credite and his word did gage, To be a furtherer to this damned deed, That now hath made a thousand hearts to bleed. But let no such accursed wretch as this, The course of Law and Justice looke to misse: But with repentance true prepare for death, As most unworthy of a minuts breath. And now let Englands Townes both farre & neere With wisedome still prevent like chance, & feare, And weed away from every place and Cittie, Such idle Drones, you cherish with your pittie. Yet in your hearts let Charitie remaine, And freely give, to buyld this Towne againe. And in your Prayers desire the Lord of heaven, That bountious guiftes may thereunto be given. Our royall King, with good and gracious hand, Have graunted them, the bounties of our Land: In every Church that gathering there may bee, As by his Letter patents we may see. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1615 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad After the town of Windham, Norfolk, is burned, three people are convicted of arson: John Flodder and his wife, and a Mrs. Bicks, all known vagrants. Bicks repents before her execution, but Flodder is unrepentant. He is hung in chains, while his wife is given a temporary reprieve due to pregnancy. Because of this, she confesses that a second fire was planned and that Bicks' husband was party to the plan. The audience is advised to exile beggars and vagrants from their towns. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprinted at London for John Trundle, dwel- ling in Barbican at the signe of the No body. The names in the Kings Letters Pattents, to gather up the mony, are these following. John Moore. Steven Agas. Robert Carre. John Doffeelde. William Horsnell. Esa Freeman. Robert Agas. William Rowse. The Countries and Cities, graunted for these men to gather in, are these following. London and Westminster: Middlesex, Essex, Kent, Hartford, Surry, and Sussex: with the Cities of Canterburie, Rochester, and the Cinque Ports, with the Citie of Chester. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. arson Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/77113ea8d496f873e01502c37229fe70.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="550"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/859de1edbc8aa135a73fd5a0ef048111.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads Pepys 1.130-131r; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20056/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20056</a> Subtitle at Norwidge, with the wife of one Bicks, for burning the Towne of Windham in Norfolke, upon the xi. day of June last 1615. Where two of them are now executed, and the third reprived upon further confession. To the tune of Fortune my foe. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Araignement of John Flodder and his wife, arson Audio recording Female hanging in chains Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f0c4c90a45344232a39a906fe4c0373a.jpg ba80511ced9e15e59ac57927a7c46818 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1175">Bleeding heart</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics What horrid execrable Crimes, Possess us in these latter Times; Not Pestilence, nor Sword, nor Fire, Will make us from our Sins retyre. Two sad Relations that befel Us in this Month, I shall you tell, As dismal dreadful Deeds they be, As ever you did hear or see. One was the Murther of a Wife, By wrathful Hand, and bloody Knife; T'other declares those that defil'd, The Virgin body of a Child. A Butcher, as we understand, Liv'd near the May-pole in the Strand; Nathaniel Smith, who lost his life, For the sad slaughter of his wife. After so many years their hands, Had been conjoyn'd in wedlock bands, Whereby came many Children small, One wretched hour confounds them all. This Butchers Wife did keep a Seat I'th Market-place to sell her Meat; And was by all report that's made, A careful house-wife in the Trade. One fatal Evening being come, From Market, to her latest home, She and her Husband both went then, To a Victualling-house and staid till ten. The second part, to the same tune. Then went together home, where when A little season they had been; He in a bold imperious way, Demands the Coin she took that day. She being with Child, and fretful too, What he commands she would not do; Which, with his drink begat a rage, Nothing but Murther could asswage. Words made his passion mount up higher She was the bellows, he the fire: Words are but wind, buy yet they do, Pierce through the Soul and Body too. The Devil had subdued him there, And whisper'd Murther in his ear; Which he impatient of delay, Doth perpetrate the readiest way. With a strong long sharp-poynted knife, Into the back he stabs his wife: Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone, With one dead-doing blow is gone. She faltred, fainted, fell down dead, Upon the ground her bloud was shed; The little Infant in the womb Received there both Life and Tomb. Then was he Apprehended, by Some Neighbours that did hear her cry But Murther, murther, and for this, He judgd and Executed is. Let this a warning be to those, Whose Passions are their greatest Foes: And let all Women have a care, To stir those that impatient are. Ten angry words with wrath and knife, Has kil'd a husband and a Wife; An Infant too, which makes up Three, And ruin'd a whole family. But mischiefs seldome come alone, My Muse hath yet another Groan; A sigh, a tear, and much of moan, To tell a Deed but lately done. There was one Mary, a grand Bawd, That liv'd by Lechery and Fraud; Assisted by her Daughter Bess, Did keep a house of wickedness. They liv'd at Westminster, where they, Many a Virgin did betray: Those wicked actions made them rue, This fact they did, which I'le tell you. It seems a fellow thither came, To pacifie his lustful flame; Having a fire of Drink before, Came to be quenched by a Whore. They being destitute, did meet, A Neighbours Daughter in the street; A pretty Child, and as 'tis told, By many, but of Ten years old. Yet she is tempted in by them, To serve their turn in that extream, And then deliver'd up to One, Was more a Devil than a Man. Unto this weak unwary Child, That was unfit to be defil'd; In order to their base Design, They give it Brandy, Ale, and Wine. Their hot Guest for a Wench doth call, They brought him One, but very small; It serv'd his turn, and he did fly, At his small Game, they standing by, The Child resisted and cryed out, The old Bawd choak'd her with a Clout Stop'd in the mouth; the Fellow spoil'd, With furious lust the fainting Child. The Fellow having Ravished, This tender Child, away he fled: But what he was, or who, is known Not as I hear, to any one. The two that held, and stopt her breath, Most justly now have suffer'd Death; Such pitty 'tis that he is free'd, By flight, that did the filthy Deed. Thus have I told you Two sad Crime, Committed in these worst of Times; Let all that hear me now, by this, Take warning not to do amiss. Return to God, reform your Lives, Men be not bitter to your wives: Wives love you Husbands, for bad words Have drawn a hundred thousand swords. Let Love and Patience both agree, To keep us all in Amity; Then all our bloody Broyls will cease, God save the King, and send us Peace. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1667 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad 2 stories: one of domestic violence ending in murder, the other of the rape of a child with two women as accessories. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed by E. Crowch, for F. Coles, / T. Vere, and J. Wright. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, rape Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Image / Audio Credit Glasgow University Library - Euing, Shelfmark: Euing Ballads 20; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31663/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31663</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f0c4c90a45344232a39a906fe4c0373a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="450"></iframe> Subtitle Exprest in a woful Narrative of one Nathaniel Smith a Butcher, who lived in Maypole-Alley near the Strand; his Wife having been all day in the Market selling of Meat, in the evening went with her Husband to an Alehouse, where they stay'd till ten of the clock. and then went home together, and being in their lodging, demanded of her the Money she had taken that day, but she (being great with child and peevish) refused to give it him, he taking his Butchers-knife in his hand stabb'd her in the back, whereof she instantly dyed, for which he was Apprehended, Condemned, and Executed at Tyburn, April the 24th. 1667. As also another Relation of a Ravisher, who in a Bawdy-house (assisted by two Women) ravished a Girle. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bloody Butcher, And the two wicked and cruel Bawds: Female hanging Male murder rape https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fc1e8b7eb19a994e765a37340ae9e254.tif da9762add9093ecb433f22b95ea42e37 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c1c5432fd05da568d6371fa2c19caf1a.mp3 5cbfc9d8d9c89baffdb02067ec85fd87 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. In summer time Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Lament, lament, good Christians all, who now draw near unto this place, To see a wretched Sinners fall, who here doth die in great disgrace: Although the Laws are ne'r so strict, some daily do the same transgress, And warnings all they do neglect; they'r rooted so in wickedness. As by this sad example here, it is confirm's to every one, Now that the Devil lays his baits, to bring us to destruction: For every one he hath a snare, to please, and satisfie their mind, And for their ruine doth prepare, according as they are inclin'd. This woman being Covetous, for to grow rich it was her aim, She did not value by what means, which did procure her lasting shame: Some of them did a practice make, our Soveraigns Coyn for to deface, Not thinking at the last to come, To end their lives in foul disgrace. But though they for a time did Raign, and prosper in their wickedness, They now are brought to open shame, their heinious crimes for to confess: This wretched woman being one, who having not the Fear of God, Now for her Crime is hither come, to feel his dreadful heavy Rod. Her Clipping and her Fileing Trade in private she long time did use, Hoping she should not be betraid, the King and Country did abuse: A little Girl she us'd to send unto the Shops her Coyn to change, And so convei'd it to her friend, who put it off in manner strange. At length the same suspected was, by one that liv'd neer Temple-Barr, who watcht the Girl when home she went she being not of him aware: With Officers the House they searcht, and there one woman they did find, With Clippings in a Handbaskit, which did appear of the same kind. In breaking ope another door, they likewise plainly did perceive, Clippings and Fileings on the floor which carelesly they chanc't to leave; A File, and Shears, likewise there was, and Melting-pot, which they did use, And all things for their purpose fit, the blinded world for to abuse. For which to Prison they were sent, until their Tryal for to lye, And time they had for to repent, to make their peace before they dye: Two of them Sentence did receive, upon a Hurdle drawn to be, And Burnt to Ashes in the Flames, where people all the same might see. This wretched woman being one which here is brought unto your view, To pay for her transgression, because she proved so untrue: A Spectacle of misery, she doth appear in this same place, Being bound the Law to satisfie, and end her life in great disgrace. All you good Christians who are here, and see her sad and woful fall, Pray that with patience she may beat, and unto Christ for mercy call: Who knows but that the Lord on high, In mercy may her her soul receive, And free her from all misery, if firmly she in him believe. Let her Example warn you all, to have the Lord still in your mind; Least to such crimes you hap to fall, and unto Sin you be inclin'd: Beware of filthy averice, and strive your lives for to amend, Do not presume to follow vice, least you come to untimely end. A dreadful thing it is you see, her body in the flames to burn, But worse when soul, and body both, into eternal Flames shall turn. Therefore once more I say beware, and strive Gods mercy to imbrace, And let it be your onely care; to find a Heavenly resting place. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1678 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London[?] : Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright and J. Clarke 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. clipping gold coins Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Smithfield Tune Data Recording is another song in that tune Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/fc1e8b7eb19a994e765a37340ae9e254.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="405"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c1c5432fd05da568d6371fa2c19caf1a.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Image: Bodleian Library, Wing / C4716. Recorded in <a href="http://gateway.proquest.com.ezp.lib.unimelb.edu.au/openurl?ctx_ver=Z39.88-2003&amp;res_id=xri:eebo&amp;rft_id=xri:eebo:image:108078" target="_blank">EEBO</a> (institutional login required). Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan.<br /><br /> Subtitle or, Treason justly rewarded manifested in the fearful example of two Women who were Notorious offenders, and tryed at the Old-Bayly the 13th of this present April, 1678. for clipping and defacing his Majesties Coyn, where they were found Guilty of High Treason, and received Sentence to be Drawn on a Hurdle to the place of Execution, and there their Bodies to be Burnt. One of them being accordingly Executed in Smithfield upon the 17th of the said Moneth; as a warning for all others to avoid the like Dreadful Punishment. To the tune of, In summer time. 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 'Coin-clipping' was a kind of forgery: the practice of taking small chunks of gold coins in order to melt them down and make new coins. It was considered treasonous, and so these women were burned for it. 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 Clippers execution, Audio recording burning clipping gold coins Female https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b434ee3747e2b1f127ea73234520f85e.jpg c2c3f69d27f439672e688b4008ba4df2 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/257b980d7923912a3d3e3eb545b1e2e3.mp3 4e0dd25198c3c4d1a7fd355ef79c042b 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">The Ladies Fall</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics THere was a Lord of worthy fame and a Hunting he would ride, Attended by a noble Train, of Gentry by his side, And whilst he did in chase remain, to see both sport and play, His Lady went as she did feign, unto the Church to pray. This Lord he had a Daughter fair whose beauty shin'd so bright: She was belov'd both far and near of many a Lord and Knight. Fair Isabella was she call'd, A Creature fair was she, She was her fathers only joy, as you shall after see. But yet her Cruel step-Mother, did envy her so much, That day by day she sought her life her Malice it was such. She bargain'd with the Master-Cook to take her life away, And taking of her Daughters Book she thus to her did say. Go home sweet daughter, I thee pray go hasten presently. And tell unto the Master-Cook these words that I tell thee. And bid him dress to dinner straight, that fair and milk white Doe, That in the Park doth shine so bright, there's none so fair to show. THis Lady fearing of no harm, obey'd her Mothers will, And presently she hasted home her mind for to fulfill. She straight into the Kitchin went, her message for to tell: And there the Master-Cook she spy'd who did with malice swell. You Master-Cook it must be so, do that which I thee tell You needs must dress the milk-white doe, which you do know full well. Then straight his cruel bloody hands, he on the Lady laid, Who quivering and shaking stands, whilst thus to her he said. Thou art the Doe that I must dress, see here behold my Knife, For it is pointed presently, to rid thee of thy life. O then cry'd out the Scullen boy as loud as loud might be, O save her life good Master-Cook, and make your Pies of me. For pitty sake do not destroy, my Lady with your Knife, You know she is her fathers joy, for Christs sake save her life. I will not save her life he said, nor make my Pies of thee, But if thou do this deed bewray thy Butcher I will be, But when this Lord he did come home for to sit down and eat, He called for his Daughter Dear, to come and carve his meat. Now sit you down this Lady said O sit you down to meat, Into some Nunnery she is gone, your Daughter dear forget. Then solemnly he made a vow before the company, That he would neither eat nor drink, until he did her see. O then bespake the Scullen boy, with a loud voice so high, If that you will your Daughter see, my Lord cut up that Pye. Wherein her flesh is minced small; and parched with the fire: All caused by her Step-Mother, who did her death desire. And cursed be the Master-Cook, O cursed may he be, I proffered him my own hearts blood, from death to set her free. Then all in black this Lord did mourn, and for his Daughters sake He judged for her Step-mother, to be burnt at a Stake, Likewise he judg'd the Master-Cook in boyling Lead to stand, and made the simple Scullen Boy, the Heir to all his Land. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1672-1696? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A fictional ballad, included here to demonstrate how similar they were - in lyric, melody, and appearance - to ballads about genuine events. A wicked stepmother conspires with the cook to kill her stepdaughter. He kills her and bakes her into a pie, but the scullery boy is an eye-witness and warns the duke before he eats his daughter. The murderers are executed and the scullery boy becomes heir to the dukedom. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Fictional tale Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning at stake (for stepmother), boiling lead (for male cook) Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Tune Data <em>The Ladies Fall</em> (Simpson 1966, pp, 98, 104, 105, 248, 369-371, 368), is linked with<em> In Peascod Time.</em> Image / Audio Credit University of Glasgow Library - Euing Ballads 1.182; Pepys 2.149; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31937/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31937</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew.<br /><br /> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b434ee3747e2b1f127ea73234520f85e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/257b980d7923912a3d3e3eb545b1e2e3.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The Step-Mothers Cruelty. Being a Relation of a most Lamentable and Cruel Murder, committed on the body of the Lady Isabella, the only Daughter of a Noble Duke occasioned by the means of a Step-Mother and the Master-Cook, who were both adjudged to suffer a Cruel death, for committing the said Horrid Act. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Lady Isabella's Tragedy; Audio recording boiling lead burning burning at stake Female Male murder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The lamentation that Ladie Jane made, Saiyng for my fathers proclamation now must I lose my heade . This was the lamentacion, That Ladie Jane made : Saiyng, for my fathers Proclamacion, Now must I lose my head. But God that sercheth every harte, And knoweth I am giltles, Although that I now suffer smarte, Yet, I am not worthie of this. For when she was at the place appoincted, Her death mekely for to take : Her ghostly father and she reasoned. Her praiers then she did make. Forthe of our beddes we were fet out, To the Tower for to go : Yet wist we not where about, Our fathers did make us do so. Alas what did our fathers meane, Both tree and fruicte thus for to spill, Against my mynde he proclaimed me quene, And I never consented theretill. The lorde Gilforde my housbande, Which suffred here presente : The thyng our fathers toke in hande, Was neither his nor my consente. But seyng I am iudged by a lawe to dye, And under whiche I was borne : Yet will I take it pacientlie, Laughyng none of them to scorne, Why should I blame fortune of this, Seyng blame it is not worthie : Our livyng were so farre amis, That we deserved this miserie. For my synne I am worthie to dye, Pride in me did so remaine : Yet all good people praie for me, As charitie doeth constraine. The hedsman kneled on his knee, To forgeve hym her death : Frende, she saied, God forgeve thee, With all my harte and faithe. She kyssed hym, and gave hym a rewarde, And saied to hym incontinente : I praie thee yet remember afterwarde, That thou hast headed an innocente. She gave the Lieutenaunt her booke, Whiche was covered all with golde, Praied hym therein to looke, For his sake that Judas solde. She toke her kercher faire and swete, To cover her face withall : A Psalme of David she did recite, And on the Lorde she did call. Although this breakefast be shorte to me, Yet in the Lorde I trust : To suppe in the heavenlie glorie, With Abraham that is iuste. . . . Upon the Blocke she laied her heade, Her death mekely to take : In manus tuas, then she saied, And this her ende she did make. Imprinted at London, for Ihon Wight. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1562 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Jane_Grey" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Lady Jane Grey (1536/1537 - 12 February 1554), also known as The Nine Days' Queen, was an English noblewoman who was de facto monarch of England from 10 July until 19 July 1553 and was subsequently executed. A great-granddaughter of Henry VII by his younger daughter Mary, Jane was a first-cousin-once-removed of Edward VI. In May 1553 Jane was married to Lord Guildford Dudley, a younger son of Edward's chief minister, John Dudley, Duke of Northumberland. When the 15-year-old King lay dying in June 1553, he nominated Jane as successor to the Crown in his will, thus subverting the claims of his half-sisters Mary and Elizabeth under the Third Succession Act. During her short reign, Jane resided in the Tower of London. She became a prisoner there when the Privy Council decided to change sides and proclaim Mary as Queen on 19 July 1553. She was convicted of high treason in November 1553, though her life was initially spared. Wyatt's rebellion in January and February 1554 against Queen Mary's plans of a Spanish match led to Jane's and her husband's execution. <br /><br />On the morning of 12 February 1554, the authorities took Guilford from his rooms at the Tower of London to the public execution place at Tower Hill and there had him beheaded. A horse and cart brought his remains back to the Tower of London, past the rooms where Jane remained as a prisoner. Jane was then taken out to Tower Green, inside the Tower of London, and beheaded in private. With few exceptions, only royalty were offered the privilege of a private execution; Jane's execution was conducted in private on the orders of Queen Mary, as a gesture of respect for her cousin. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Ihon Wight 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. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 17 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tower of London Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A ballad about the execution of Lady Jane Grey in 1554. This was most likely printed some years after the events, as a ballad sympathetic to Lady Jane would have been unprintable during the reign of Mary I. URL https://archive.org/details/TransactionsOfTheRoyalHistoricalSociety1909VolIII3rdSeries/page/n69/mode/2up?q=lamentation+that 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 lamentacion that Ladie Iane made saiyng for my fathers proclamacion now must I lese my heade. beheading Female high treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7b33d1e1b3165213c15e8bcd7d53517e.jpg f2408d907104b2bf6a7d2d7a5aef81c2 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 Young-Mans Legacy</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics WHile I in brief shall make appear, what sins are chiefest in this land, Who can forbear to shed a tear, when they these Lines shall understand Covetousness we see each day, to many other sins does lead, And when we shall to that give way, sad murthers does from thence proceed For money what will many do, to Satans service they'l engage, And will their hands in blood imbrue; O! is this not a sinful age. Tho' many for the same does stretch, yet some will eagerly run on, And does not fear to make a breach, in all the Laws of God and Man. Alas, we find the case is clear, offenders will no conscience make, Although their lives do pay full dear, yet they will not their sins forsake. And now in brief I will proceed, to tell what grieves my heart full sore, The like of this sad bloody deed, was hardly ever heard before. There was an honest Servant-Maid, that lived in the town of Lyn: Who of her life was soon betray'd, By Murther that notorious sin. It was the Mistriss and her Son, who prov'd this Maidens overthrow, There was no Creature, no not one, when they their Cruelty did show. To death they did this Damsel bring, she did their cruelty behold, What tempted them to do this thing, these very Lines shall here unfold. While she did in this place abide, a Servant with humility: A Friend or a Relation dy'd, who left to her a Legacy. This to her service then she brought, where wickedness was too too rife, For this they her destruction wrought, and suddenly they sought her life. One morning when she riss betimes, to do her work, and thought no ill, O! then they did commit this crime, her Guiltless blood they then did spill. They first agreed to knock her down, then presently her wicked Son, He drove a spike into her head, to finish what they had begun. When they had her destruction wrought. O! then the Son that wicked Elf, Did hang her that it might be thought to all, that she had hang'd her self. But Murther Heaven does forbid, the Blood does still for vengeance cry, Likewise we know it can't be hid, from our great Gods all-seeing Eye. She by their Cruelty did fall, alas! we may her grief condole, They did not give her time to call to God, to pitty her poor Soul. They to the Bar was brought at last, by this sad wicked Race they run, And there by Law they both were cast, first dy'd the Mother, then her Son. The fruits of Murther here we see, would make a Christians heart to bleed O that it may a warning be, to all that e're these lines shall read. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1685-1688 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A maidservant comes into a legacy; out of greed she is murdered by her mistress and her son, who drive a spike into her head and then try to make it look like she hanged herself. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lyn Tune Data <em>The Young-Mans Legacy</em> is not in <em>The British Broadsie Ballad and its Music</em> (Simpson 1966). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/7b33d1e1b3165213c15e8bcd7d53517e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.168; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20785/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20785</a> Subtitle Being, a Relation of a Horrid Murther, commited upon a Maid Servant, in the Town of Lyn; by her Mistriss and her Son, for the Lucre of what she had: But they being apprehended for the same, was accordingly found Guilty, and was also Executed. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The sad effects of Covetousness. Female hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0b425211b483e831782274747f556081.jpg 560965ba9a281f9e3b8715669f8e98c5 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>Lusty Gallant</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. 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 1630? 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. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for H.G. 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 <ul><li>Reference: <em>Lusty Gallant</em> (Simpson 1966 pp. 476-78) </li> <li>Date: Tune was already well known in 1566 </li> <li><a href="http://roy25booth.blogspot.com/2008/06/lady-macbeth-of-chilterns.html" target="_blank">Link:</a> Tune on the right is sung to tune of <em>Lusty Gallant</em>, tune on left is the right words, but sung to <em>The London Prentice</em>.</li> </ul> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0b425211b483e831782274747f556081.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="650"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.113 (cf Roxburghe 1.424-425: adds extra stanza); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20002/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20002</a> Subtitle a lusty Countrey Wench, dwelling in Risborrow in Buckinghamshire, who for twenty yeeres, most gallantly maintained her selfe by Robberies on the high-way side, and such like practises. And lastly, how she was executed at Brickhill, at the Assises, for a murther by her committed upon Messeldon Heath. To the tune of Lusty Gallant. 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 sorrowful complaint of Susan Higges, Female hanging highway robbery murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9f6f4a081376e9c82b74b24d31faa856.jpg faa1f09131897286872a0921031cfc8b 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>Bragandary</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics IF woefull objects may excite, the minde to ruth and pittie, Then here is one will thee affright in Westminsters faire Citie: A strange inhumane Murther there, To God, and Man as doth appeare: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. But God that rules the host of Heaven, did give me ore to sinne, And to vild wrath my minde was given, which long I lived in; But now too late I doe repent, And for the same my heart doth rent: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. Let all curst Wives by me take heed, how they doe, doe the like, Cause not thy Husband for to bleed, nor lift thy hand to strike; Lest like to me, you burne in fire, Because of cruell rage and ire: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. A Locke-Smith late in Westminster, my Husband was by trade, And well he lived by his Art, though oft I him ubbraide; And often times would chide and braule, And many ill names would him call: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. The second part. To the same Tune. I And my Husband foorth had bin, at Supper at that time, When as I did commit that sin, which was a bloody crime; And comming home he then did crave, A Shilling of me for to have: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. I vow'd he should no Money get, and I my vow did keepe, Which then did cause him for to fret, but now it makes me weepe; And then in striving for the same, I drew my knife unto my shame: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. Most desperately I stab'd him then, with this my fatall knife, Which is a warning to Women, to take their Husbands life; Then out of doores I streight did runne, And sayd that I was quite undon, oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. My Husband I did say was slaine, amongst my Neighbours there, And to my house they straite way came, being possest with feare; And then they found him on the floore, Starke dead all weltring in his goore, oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. Life faine I would have fetcht againe, but now it was too late, I did repent I him had slaine, in this my heavie state; The Constable did beare me then Unto a Justice with his men: oh murther, etc. Then Justice me to Newgate sent, untill the Sessions came, For this same foule and bloody fact, to answere for the same; When at the Barre I did appeare, The Jury found me guiltie there: oh murther, etc. The Judge gave sentence thus on me, that backe I should returne To Newgate, and then at a Stake, my bones and flesh should burne To ashes, in the winde to flie, Upon the Earth, and in the Skie. oh murther, etc. Upon the twelfth of Juely now, I on a Hurdle plac't, Unto my Excecution drawne, by weeping eyes I past; And there in Smith-field at a Stake, My latest breath I there did take: oh murther, etc. And being chayned to the Stake, both Reedes and Faggots then Close to my Body there was set, with Pitch, Tarre, and Rozen, Then to the heavenly Lord I prayd, That he would be my strength and ayde. oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my husbands blood. Let me a warning be to Wives, that are of hasty kinde, Lord grant that all may mend their lives, and beare my death in minde, And let me be the last I pray, That ere may dye by such like way. Oh Father for thy Sonnes sake, Forgive my sinnes for aye. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1628 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for M. T. Widdow 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 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9f6f4a081376e9c82b74b24d31faa856.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Papys Ballads 1.122-1.123r; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20051/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20051</a> Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/930">A warning for all desparate VVomen</a> Tune Data <em>Bragandary</em> is a lost tune (Simpson 1966, p. 743). Subtitle Or, The lamentable Murther, of one goodman Dauis, LockeSmith in Tutle-streete, who was stabbed to death by his Wife, on the 29. of Iune, 1628. For which fact, She was Araigned, Condemned, and Adiudged. to be Burnt to Death in Smithfield, the 12. Iuly 1628. 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 vnnaturall Wife: burning Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1482d00e9b5601d2d51b0a5657c0d595.jpg 66596e51f8d7052dd328d781745bc89c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I'll tell you of a story of lovly Butchers three, There's Wilson, Gibson, Johnson, mark well what I shall say, For they took Five Hundred Pounds Sir for to pay it all away, For they took Five Hundred sir for to pay it all away. As they rid on the Road sir, and as fast as they could trig, Strike up your hearts sayes Johnson for weel have a merry jgg With a high ding ding, with a hoe ding ding, with a high ding ding dee, and God bless all good people from evil company. As they rid on the Road sir, as fast as they could hie, Strike up your hearts says Johnson, for I hear a woman cry, With that he steps into the Wood, and looks himself all round, & there he spy'd a woman with her hair bound unto the ground. O woman, O woman, quoth Johnson, hast thou no evil company O no, O no, says the woman, and alack how can that be, For there came ten swaggering blades by, and thus abused me, For there came ten swaggering blades by, and thus abused me. Johnson being of a valient heart, and he bore a valient mind; He wrapt his Cloak about her, for to keep her from the wind. with a high ding ding, with a hoe ding ding, with a high ding ding dee, and God bless all good people from evil company. Strike up your hearts sayes Johnson for its dark all in the sky She put her finger in her Ear, and she gave a shreeking cry; With that there came Ten swaggering Blades with their weapons ready drawn? And they boldly came to Johnson, and bolder bid him stand; I will not fight says Wilson, for I had rather dye, Or I to fight sayes Gibson, for I had rather [fl]ie: Come on, come on sayes Johnson, and fight a man so free, Or stand you still behind my back, and I'le win the Victorie; Then Johnsons Pistols they flew off, till five of them were slain, And then he drew his Hanger with all his might and main, And play'd it about so manfully, till Three more he had slain, And play'd it about so manfully, till Three more he had slain. Come on, come on, says the other two, and let us make away, For if that we do hold him too't, our lives he takes away: O no, O no, quoth the woman, and alack how can that be, For if you do not hold him to't then hanged you shall be, Johnson fighting these two thieves before, the woman he did not mind, And a sighing these two thieves before, she knockt him down behind, O woman, O woman, quoth Johnson, alack what have you done You have kill'd the bravest Butcher that ever England won. Just as she had killed him, there came one riding by And saw the deed which she had done, and seiz'd her presently, She was condemn'd for to be hang'd in Iron Chains so strong At the place where she did Johnson that great & mighty wrong. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1700 ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Bissel at the Bible and Harp in West-/ smith-field. 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. Female Tune Data <a href="http://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/recordings/P2.176.mp3" target="_blank">EBBA recording </a> to <em>The Spanish Gypsies </em>(Simpson 1966, pp. 675-77). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/1482d00e9b5601d2d51b0a5657c0d595.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Lobrary, Pepys Ballads 2.176 (cf. Roxburghe 3.496-497, EBBA 31196; Euing 1.235, EBBA 31733); <a href="http://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20793/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20793</a> Subtitle How three Butchers went to pay Five Hundred Pounds away, and hearing a Woman crying in a Wood, went to relieve her, and was there set upon by these Ten High-Way Men, and how only stout Johnson fought with them all, who kill'd Eight of the Ten, and last was kill'd by the Woman whom he went to save out of the Wood. To an Excellent New Tune. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A New Ballad of Three Merry Butchers AND Ten High-Way Men, Female hanging in chains murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ea4a8f7f674c82933ffacc13000f83a9.jpg b074d6a9fddd3593f58e247fc4c3d744 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b9a3687182c9ca4455af9b61309d4844.mp3 7b34501c83a1191552b6efad4bef5f89 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1172">The Ladies Fall</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics UNto the world to make my moane, I know it is a folly, Because that I have spent my time, which have beene free and jolly, But to the Lord which rules above, I doe for mercy crie, To grant me pardon for the crime, for which on earth I dye. Hells fiery flames prepared are, for those that live in sinne, And now on earth I tast of some, but as a pricke or pin, To those which shall hereafter be, without Gods mercy great, Who once more calls us to account, on his Tribunall Seate. Then hasty hairebraind wives take heed, of me a warning take, Least like to me in coole of blood, you burn't be at a stake; The woman which heere last did dye, and was consum'd with fire, Puts me in minde, but all to late, for death I doe require. But to the story now I come, which to you Ile relate, Because that I have liv'd like some, in good repute and state, In Westminster we lived there, well knowne by many friends, Which little thought that each of us, should have come to such ends. A Smith my husband was by trade, as many well doe know, And divers merry dayes we had, not feeling cause of woe, Abroad together we had bin, and home at length we came, But then I did that fatall deede, which brings me to this shame. He askt what monies I had left, and some he needes would have, But I a penny would not give, though he did seeme to crave, But words betwixt us then did passe, as words to harsh I gave, And as the Divell would as then, I did both sweare and rave. The second Part, To the same tune. And then I tooke a little knife, and stab'd him in the heart. Whose Soule from Body instantly, my bloody hand did part, But cursed hand, and fatall knife and wicked was that houre, When as my God did give me ore unto his hellish power. The deede no sooner I had don, But out of doores I ran, And to the neighbours I did cry, I kil'd had my good man, Who straight-way flockt unto my house, to see that bloody sight, Which when they did behold with griefe, it did them much affright. Then hands upon me there was lay'd, And I to Prison sent, Where as I lay perplext in woe, and did that deede repent, When Sizes came I was arraign'd, by Jury just and true, I was found guilty of the fact, for which I have my due. The Jury having cast me then, to judgment then I came, Which was a terrour to my heart, and to my friends a shame, To thinke upon my husbands death, and of my wretched life, Betwixt my Spirit and my flesh, did cause a cruell strife. But then the Judge me sentence gave to goe from whence I came, From thence, unto a stake be bound to burne in fiers flame, Untill my flesh and bones consum'd, to ashes in that place, Which was a heavie sentence then, on on[e] so voyd of grace. And on the twelfth of July now, I on a sledge was laid, To Smithfield with a guard of men I streight way was conveyd, Where I was tyed to a stake, with Reedes was round beset, And Fagtos, Pitch, and other things which they for me did get. Now great Jehovah I thee pray, my bloudy sinnes forgive, For on this earth most wretched I unworthy am to live. Christ Jesus unto thee I pray, and unto thee I cry, Thou with thy blood wilt wash my sinnes away, which heere must dye. Good wives and bad, example take, at this my cursed fall, And Maidens that shall husbands have, I warning am to all: Your Husbands are your Lords & heads, you ought them to obey, Grant love betwixt each man and wife, unto the Lord I pray. God and the world forgive my sinnes, which are so vile and foule, Sweete Jesus now I come to thee, O Lord receive my Soule. Then to the Reedes they fire did put, which flamd up to the skye, And then she shriek'd most pittifully, before that she did dye. The Lord preserve our King & Queene, and all good Subjects blesse, And Grant the Gospell true and free, amongst us may encrease. Betwixt each husband and each wife, send lond and amitie, And grant that I may be the last. that such a death did dye. [F]INIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1628 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for F. Coules 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 Tune Data <div class="element"> <div class="element-text"><em>The Ladies Fall</em> (Simpson 1966, pp, 98, 104, 105, 248, 369-371, 368), is linked with<em> In Peascod Time. </em>Tune first appeared in 1597.</div> </div> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ea4a8f7f674c82933ffacc13000f83a9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="561"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b9a3687182c9ca4455af9b61309d4844.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.120-121; <a href="http://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20050/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20050</a>.  Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan.<br /><br /> Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/925">The vnnaturall Wife</a> Subtitle By the example of Alice Dauis who for killing of her husband was burned in Smithfield the 12 of Iuly 1628. to the terror of all the beholders. 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 One of two ballads about Alice Davis, convicted of petty treason for the murder of her husband and burned at the stake in Smithfield, London in 1628. Davis was one of a spate of executions of women for this crime in early seventeenth-century London, and the ballad's judgmental tone is meant to teach a lesson of subservience to all listening wives. 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 warning for all desperate VVomen. Audio recording burning Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7adba4cdd9dce0efcdddfd747c024a6c.jpg 782e9d1c511f0813b947e1d31141cd5a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/062bf624229fd0d40aee01a5e8489975.jpg 75d3ad081b5306621d1c8208d61edbf4 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>Bragandary</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALas what wretched bloody times doe we vile sinners live in! What horrid and what cruell crimes are done in spight of heaven! What barberous murders now are done none fowler since the world begun! Oh women, Murderous women. whereon are your minds? The Story which I now recite, expounds you meanings evill Those women that in blood delight, Are ruled by the Devill, Else how can th' wife her husband kill, Or th' Mother her owne childs blood spill, Oh women, Murderous women, etc. At Cow-crosse, neere to Smithfield-barres, adjacent to the City, A man ands wife at houshold jarres long liv'd, the more's the pitty, Like Cat and Dog they still agree'd; Each small offence did anger breed: Oh Women, etc. She oftentimes would beat him sore, and many a wound she gave him, Yet hee'd not live from her therefore, to stay ill fate would have him, Till she with one inhumane wound, Threw him (her husband) dead toth' ground, Oh women, etc. Upon the 8 of Aprill last, betweene this man and wife, Some certaine words of difference past; and all their cause of strife, Was but about a trifle small, yet that procur'd his fatall fall, Oh women, etc. This was about the houre of tenne, or rather more that night, When this was done, whereof my Pen, in tragicke stile doth write; The maner of's death most strange appeares Being struck ith' neck with a pair of sheeres, Oh women, etc. As many of the neighbours say, that thereabout doe dwell, This couple had most part oth' day beene drinking, so they tell, And comming home at night so late, She did renew her former hate. Oh women, etc. The second part To the same tune ANother woman that was there, she out oth' doores did send, And had her fetch a Pot of Beere, oh then drew nere his end, For ere the woman came againe, This wife had her owne husband slaine: Oh women, Murderous women, whereon are your minds? She long had thirsted for his blood, (even by her owne confession) And now her promise she made good, so heaven gave permission To Satan, who then lent her power And strength to do't that bloody houre. Oh women, etc. It seemes that he his head did leane toth' Chimney, which she spide, And straight she tooke, (O bloody queane) her Sisers from her side, And hit him therewith such a stroake Ith necke, that (some thinke) he nere spoke. Oh women, etc. She having done that monstrous part, (woe worth her for her labour) No power had from thence to start, but went unto a neighbour, And told him, that she verily thought, that she her husbands death had wrought. Oh women, etc. The man amaz'd to heare the same, caught hold of her, and said, Ile know the truth, and how this came, if such a part to be plaid, No sooner had he said the same, But neighbours did her fact proclaime. Oh women, etc. Then to New Prison was she sent, because it was so late, And upon the next day she went (through Swithfield to New Gate, Where she did lye untill the Session, To answer for her foule transgression. Oh women, etc. Where she condemned was by Law, in Clarkenwell to be burned, Unto which place they did her draw, where she to ashes turned, A death, though cruell, yet too milde For one that hath a heart so vlide. Oh women, etc. Let all good wives a warning take, in Country and in City, And thinke how they shall at stake be burned without pitty. If they can have such barbarous hearts, What man or woman will take their parts, Oh women, Murderous women. whereon are your minds? Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1629 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=66021&amp;strquery=francis" target="_blank">'Middlesex Sessions Rolls: 1629', Middlesex county records: Volume 3: 1625-67 (1888), pp. 25-30. </a><br /><br />8 April, 5 Charles I. - True Bill that, at Cowcrosse co. Midd. on the said day, Katherine Francis, late the wife of Robert Francis alias Katherine Francis late of the said parish spinster, assaulted the said Robert then her husband, and then and there murdered him by stabbing him with a pair of scissors in the neck, so that he then and there died instantly. G. D. R., . . . . April, 5 Charles I. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for F. G. on Snow-hill. 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 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Clerkenwell Composer of Ballad Martin Parker Tune Data <em>Bragandary</em> is a lost tune (Simpson 1966, p. 743). Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.118-119; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20049/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20049</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/7adba4cdd9dce0efcdddfd747c024a6c.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle By the example of one Katherine Francis, alias Stoke, who for killing her husband, Robert Francis with a paire of Sizers, on the 8. of Aprill at night, was burned on Clarkenwell-greene, on Tuesday, the 21 of the same moneth, 1629. 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 warning for wiues, burning English Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ba49e66d8127155713de542e4528e384.jpg 3fb4348801c43f4f43a4ea92cdf24623 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1175"><em>Bleeding Heart</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics You that have melting hearts to grieve, This mournful Ditty pray receive, 'Tis of a bloody Tragedy, Unheard of Matchless cruelty. The which I shall in brief unfold, Therefore dear People, pray behold, The manner of this wicked deed, It needs must make your hearts to bleed. Two Servants in one house did dwell, At Andever, 'tis known full well; A Cook-maid and a Chamberlin, Now the relation I'll begin: The one of them was most moross, The other was exceeding cross, So that with heat or passion they, Were still at parlance Day by Day. They acted both, like Tygers wild, They never wou'd be reconcil'd By any admonition, no, Till passion prov'd their overthrow. Behold it happen'd on a day The Chamberlin, he took his way Unto the fire-side, where she Was busie at her Cookery. To make a Toast was his intent, But she his purpose wou'd prevent, With Knife in Hand, but still he cry'd, He valu'd not her haughty Pride. This rais'd her passion more and more, So that at length she vow'd and swore, That she wou'd stick him to the Heart, If he did not the Room depart: Quoth he, Are you so resolute, Is Blood the heat of your dispute? Yes, that it is, you Slave, quoth she, Be gone or I shall hang for thee. The Chamberlin reply'd again, Your swelling words are all in vain; I do not fear you in the least And thus their passion still increas'd. Quoth she, I'll not disputing stand, To him she ran with Knife in Hand And wounded him in woful case, Across his Head and down his Face. The wreaking Blood began to run, But still the Cook-maid had not done; Till through his Ribs, she thrust the Knife, And so bereav'd him of his Life. When she beheld him on the floor, In woful streams of wreaking gore; She then bemoan'd her dismal state, But this repentance come too late. Thus having his destruction wrought, Before a Justice, she was brought, Who soon committed her to Goal, Where she the Murder does bewail. Often with Tears she does reply Why did my passion rise so high, As for to take his Life away, Alas! this is a dismal Day? How shall I answer for my crime, Who gave him not a Minutes time; To beg a Pardon for his Soul, In sorrow I his Death condole: I can expect no favour here, Who was so cruel and severe, That for a trifle I should be, The auther of his Tragedy. I needs must suffer for the same, And leave this wretched World in shame; But woe is me, that is not all, His Blood does for just vengance call. The time I have to live, I'll spend, In making God my special friend, That when this painful life I leave, He may in love my Soul receive. You Serants all both far anear, That does my sad relation hear; Labour to live in Love I pray, Least passion should your Lives decay. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1671-1702 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A chamberlain is stabbed by a cook's maid with whom he regularly quarrels. She bemoans her fate in prison. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON: Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in Guiltspur-street. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Andever Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ba49e66d8127155713de542e4528e384.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys 2.178; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20795/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20795</a> Subtitle OR, The Cook-Maid's Cruelty; Being a true Account how she in the heat of Passion, murder'd her Fellow-servant (the Chamberlain) at an Inn, in the Town of Andever. Tune, Bleeding Heart. Licens'd according to Order. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE Chamberlain's Tragedy: English Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f43d167baabbeaf3773fd76bccb4cd0a.jpg 5df177aba01f47a146fd8001766a4e8c https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/587896cacc46b40dde9f75981047c7ef.jpg 987895708de00925e187839f5f8a6569 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 Whipster of Woodstreet Pamphlet Image https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2318f78b8f2f7b7c5f481338d34ced3e.mp3 7bce5088f668f5f9913658dab1c2bd1d 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 Whipster of Woodstreet - Audio recording 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>Grim King of the Ghosts</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Assist me some mournful Muse, while I a sad Story relate; Let all that these Lines peruse, lament a poor maids hard fate; Who Guiltless and Innocent fell, by the hands of a barbarous Dame: As fierce as a fury of Hell, her sexes eternal shame. Her husband to Bristol went, his Trade to advance at the fair: Whilst she was on mischief bent, such mischief she can't repair: for suspition o're clouding her mind, bred a tempest within her breast: her soul like a sea with rough wind, was ruffled and rob'd of rest. ALl jealous she taxed her maid, and falsly did her accuse, With theft she did her upbraid, and shamefully did abuse: While the maid in her own defence, undaunted and boldly stood, Which made the fierce Dame commence, a Tragedy full of Blood. she caus'd her to be fast bound to the post of her husbands bed, where she did her body wound, and whipped her almost dead: thus did she a Confession extort, of Crimes which the Maid never knew, tormenting her in such a sort, as wou'd make ones heart for to rue. This monster not satisfied yet, tho' the blood run from every part, Made an Iron red hot in a pet, resolving to give her more smart, she burnt her in shoulders and thighs, and sev'ral times under her ears, she wou'd not come near her Eyes, lest th'iron shou'd be quench'd with her tears. Her body was blister'd and whail'd, she was burnt from the head to the heel, her skin was so parch'd that it scal'd, no pain like to what she did feel: she kept in her Chamber three days, unwilling the fact shou'd be known, And turn to her Masters dispraise, if her cruel stripes shou'd be shown. As soon as down stairs she came, her Mistress was in the old mood, The merciless savage Dame, did thirst for her very heart's blood: she caus'd her two Prentices then, neck and heels the poor Creature to bind, No tigress within her Den, e're shew'd a more savage mind. She kick'd her and spurn'd her about, and bid the young Lad do the same: Resolving to act her part out, thus ended the tragical game, she catch'd up a hammer in haste, and pierc'd the maids brains at a blow, for which, of the hemp she must taste, old Tyburn must have her I trow. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1690 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Elizabeth Deacon tortures her maid to death. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?div=t16900226-1" target="_blank"><strong><em>The Proceedings of the Old Bailey Online: London's Central Criminal Court, 1674 to 1913</em></strong></a><a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?div=t16900226-1%20" target="_blank"><br /><br /></a>Elizabeth Deacon , Wife of Francis Deacon , of the Parish of St. Michael Woodstreet Whipmaker, was arraigned and tried for the murther of her Servant maid one Mary Cox , aged about 17 years . The Tryal lasted very long, and abundance of Witnesses were called for the King, amongst which were two Apprentices, viz. Edward Newhall , and Thomas Albrook , &amp;c. The former of which declared, that, on Monday the 20th of January last, his Mistris found the Maid to have a Shilling about her, and demanded how she came by it? The Maid confest at first, that she had one 6d. of one Mrs. Baker, and the other of one Susannah Middleton ; which her Mistriss being doubtful of, she ty'd her to the Beds-post, and whipt her very sorely, and on Wednesday following she deny'd it. Upon which, her Mistriss grew extreamly enraged at her, and struck her two or three Blows with a Whip, and proceeded further in her passion, even in causing him to tye her to the Beds-post, where she whipt her in a most violent manner, until the cry'd out Murther. To prevent which, her Mistriss stopt her Mouth with her Hand, but then on the Saturday following, she tyed her Neck and Heels, and afterwards tyed her to the Beds post, burning her with the Fire-Poker upon the Neck, Shoulders, and Back, after a most inhuman manner, and then gave her a Blow on the Head with a Hammer, until she made her confess to have been confederate with some Thieves who intended to Rob her Master's House while he was at Bristol Fair. Then she had the Maid before a Justice on the next Monday, being the day before she dyed, where she confessed the like, &amp;c. <br /><br />After which, her Mistriss grew careless of her; For when she fell sick upon it, she would not let her have those Accommodations that were fit for a person in that deplorable Condition, but was heard to say, Hang her, Hang her; And that if she had not confest, she would have kill'd her. She could no ways be prevail'd upon to take any pity upon her Servant, nor give her any sustenance: But, on the contrary, cry'd out, Who can do any thing for such a Wretch? Telling them, that she had the Pox, &amp;c. The Surgeon said, that the Stripes and Wounds did contribute towards her Death, together with a Surfeit she had taken before. <br /><br />The prisoner strived to Extenuate her Crime, saying, That her Maid had wronged her several times, by making away her Goods, and Money, and had Conversation with a parcel of Thieves, and was a Girl of a very sullen, obstinate, temper; and the reason why she Whipt her, was, for opening her Dressing-Box. She called some Witnesses, who gave a favourable account of her former Education, but none that could contradict or invalidate the King's Evidence; only one of them said, that the Maid complained of a stoppage at her stomach, and a great pain in her head, before she was so used; and that she surfeited her self by eating Ice Cakes, and Apples, &amp;c. all which did not avail her any thing; but the Jury looking upon the Heinousness of the Fact, brought in her guilty of wilful Murther.<br /><br /> *** The Tryals being over, the Court proceeded to give Sentence as followeth, viz. ... Received Sentence of Death Eleven. Richard Merridy, George Cox, William Harvey, Robert Hillgrave, John Anderson, (convicted about four sessions ago) Thomas Williams, Thomas Fox, John Longstaffe, Edward Richardson, Jane Smith, and Elizabeth Deacon, who pleading her Belly, a Jury of Matrons were Empannelled, whose Verdict was, that she was with quick Child. <br /><br /> Supplementary material, 27th May 1691. Elizabeth Deacon , the Whip maker's Wife in Wood street, pleaded Their Majesties most Gracious and Free Pardon .<br /><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><span>Tim Hitchcock, Robert Shoemaker, Clive Emsley, Sharon Howard and Jamie McLaughlin, </span><em>et al.</em><span>, </span><em>The Old Bailey Proceedings Online, 1674-1913</em><span> (www.oldbaileyonline.org, version 7.0, 15 January 2019). Reference Number: t16900226-1 </span> Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for W. Thackeray at the Angel in Duck-Lane; J. Millet at the Angel in Little-Britain; and Alex. Milbourn at the Stationers-Arms in Green-Arbour-Court in the Little-Old-Baily. Where any Chapman may be Furnished with all Sorts of Small BOOKS Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. pardon Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, torture Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Date Tune First Appeared 1682 Tune Data Reference: <em>Grim King of the Ghosts</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 280-282) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f43d167baabbeaf3773fd76bccb4cd0a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2318f78b8f2f7b7c5f481338d34ced3e.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.190 (cf. HEH Miscellaneous 80079, EBBA 32182); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20805/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20805</a> Subtitle OR, A True Account of the Barbarous and Horrid Murther committed on the Body of Mary Cox, late Servant in Woodstreet LONDON. 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 VVhipster of VVoodstreet, Audio recording English Female murder pardon torture https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/87e88685ed7e4c268e8da3412742e658.jpg bb8ded8e0a399289e1df66fe530992ba Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics OH! what a wicked Age is this, we Wretches do live in, How prone we are to Wickedness, and to commit each Sin; No day but does produce new Fact of Villainy I say, Some Thieve, some Murders basely act, this is done day by day. But of all Baseness none can tell a wickeder indeed, For when I think upon it well, it makes my Heart to bleed; A Midwife which at Poplar dwell'd, now Newgate is her doom, 'Tis said she several Children kill'd, and hid them under Ground. She left a Boy and Girl at home, besides an infant small, And left them no Provision, which made the Children bawl: They cried so loud the Neighbours heard who went for their Relief, The Boy immediately declar'd their Misery and Grief. I'th' Sellar on a Shelf thats high a Basket there you'l find, And in it two dead Children lye, which terrifie[s] my Mind: They went and found it to be true, a dismal Spectacle, Oh wretched Woman, why did you these little Infants kill. I'th' Sellar by the Boys advice, they digged up and down, Where six poor Childrens carcasses immediately were found. Their Skulls and Bores were taken up, a dismal sight to see, Oh Midwife, Midwife, what mad'st thou bury them privately. Some say they're By-blows she did take, Or Bastards, which you will And all was for the Moneys sake, these infants must be kill'd; For 'tis supposed a sum for good she with a Child did take, But oh! such [?]n[?]rseries for Bloud, would makes one heart to ake. What Grief and Trouble there must be, to those that have put out Their Children to her Custody, since now the Murder's out; No less than eight poor Childyen found, thought to be made away, Six private buried under ground, two in a Basket lay. You Mothers that have Children sure, you nere will Money give, That you for that may never more your Child see while you live, For 'tis a comfort for to see, the Mother Nurse its Child, And then no Midwives Cruelty can ever you beguile. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Mary Compton was found guilty of the murders of several children, some her own, some she was paid by the churchwardens to take in. Her maid was acquitted, as she knew nothing of the dead children (in the cellar) and was left with only cheese to feed the babies. Ann Davis was convicted of being an accessory to the murders and was burned in the hand. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed and Sold by T. Moore, Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/87e88685ed7e4c268e8da3412742e658.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.193; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20808/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20808</a> Subtitle OR, The Bloudy Midwife; Being A Discovery of a Barbarous Cruelty to several Children that had been made away, and buried privately in a Sellar, and two hid dead in a Hand-basket. 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 Injured Children, English Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5189faa3297c19d5283161b5889cc378.jpg 67b1540bef9ebb04e8f28b3ef1fd6342 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I Am the worst of Women-kind, Compton it is my Name, I was to Cruelty inclin'd, and do Repent the same, But Oh! I wish I ne're had done that wicked deed, for why, My Thread of Life is almost spun, now I'm Condemn'd to dye. In Poplar near fair London Town, 'twas there that I did dwell, My Murders calls just Vengeance down, for they do far excel The worst of Villains in the Land, as e'ery one may own, The very truth to understand would melt a heart of stone. For three and thirty years ago, I Midwife did begin, And of late years assurely know, I have been murdering; Sweet Infants from their Mothers Womb, Oh! wretched Creature, I Starving did make their Dismal Doom, for which I now must dye. My maid and I did go from Home, as being not afraid, And left three Children all alone, thus was I then betray'd, A little Boy and Girl I left, to Nurse an infant young, Who was of life almost bereft, thus I the Babes did wrong. I left none but Water and Cheese, to feed the Babe that cry'd, At which sad grief did greatly seize Neighbours on e'ery side, The Boy he told unto them then, that they might find two more, Young Infants in a basket dead, upon a shelf below. This sight did much amaze them all, so soon as they were found, Vermin did there about them craul, as they lay above ground, Then they dug up the Cellar floor, directed by the Boy, And there they found two or three more, all which I did destroy. The Babe that in the Cradle lay, did cry for Nourishment, They put it out to Nurse straightway, who soon to dress it went, And as she took the Linnen off to dress it unto bed, The very Ears were rotted off from this poor Infants head. O Cruel Wretch, what shall I do, a Monster to all good, That could my bloody hands imbrew in little Infants blood, How could I slumber Night or Day, or take one wink of rest, While pritty Murther'd Infants lay, which might my sleep molest. But I alas! was Seiz'd at last, and unto Justice brought, And as along the Streets I past, I was with passion fraught, I at my Tryal did appear, and am Condemn'd to dye, The Laws cannot be too severe for such a Wretch as I. And I account e're long must give, of my Offenses here, Unto that great and mighty Judge, who will e're long appear, How shall I look him in the face, or from his presence fly, I have quite spent my day of Grace, who am Condemn'd to dye. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Mary Compton was found guilty of the murders of several children, some her own, some she was paid by the churchwardens to take in. Her maid was acquitted, as she knew nothing of the dead children (in the cellar) and was left with only cheese to feed the babies. Ann Davis was convicted of being an accessory to the murders and was burned in the hand. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Bissel, at the Bible and Harp in West-Smith-Field. 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. Holborn Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5189faa3297c19d5283161b5889cc378.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.192; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20807/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20807</a> Subtitle Who was Condemned to Dye for that Horrid and Unheard of Murder, which she committed on the Bodys of several young infants, whom she Starved to Death, and was accordingly Executed for the same in Holbourn, upon the 23d. of this instant October, 1693. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Midwife of Poplar's Sorrowful Confession and Lamentation in Newgate English Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5fe72360d5d62eb897a09be28ebeb69c.tif a72f3e4f0357b7ae1f582eb4f2a19c86 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/11fdfabecac8218edfec18a5c7dbcbd8.tif 68e0c6ae95c550fbe7f88a6bae38403a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1ed44c4efea068a60f8003503e2d411e.tif 2a0a73328caebe4bfd159bce9ec075d2 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/e48271c0b6bdc566ee2dec9da8846838.tif 8e64283b1f86e525926fa7af8c610a7f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9fe24b9f896c088a0cd1f85a22c7b660.tif 982da799a86863d533cf392d935d7715 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2ecd3c86d359ff80ea11432535d1ac22.tif 5e974d34f02ab463e337bbdb7217ada1 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/59c7eb9eeb5fbb3534a97527dc41c2f9.tif 1874ccb194c97b0d2c7901a0cbc75872 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5995426f8d6271a6ae4bebb03fec2de1.tif 4c3ef86192b1f38b840e362883827323 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8910961348435acf0951bf9a4d574ac7.tif 7ba68957665ca741ab71244d17b85d49 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 Pious Christians Exhortation</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A CABINET of Grief: OR, THE French MIDVVIFE'S Miserable mean for the Barbarous Murther committed upon the Body o[...] her Husband With the manner of her Co[...]veying away hi[...] Limbs and of her Execution; She being Burnt to Ashes on the 2d. of March in Leicester-Fields. For the better impressing of this Subject on your Hearts and Minds, take these following Lines, which may be Sung [H] to the Tune of, The Pious Christians Exhortation. A Lack! my very heart does bleed, to see my woful Destiny, You that my Dying Lines shall read, I pray you all to pitty me. A Murder here I did commit, for which I have deserved Death, This Crime I never shall forget, as long as I have life or breath. With grief and sorrow am I slain, to see the Race that I have run, A thousand times I wish in vain, this Wicked deed I had not done. It was my Husband whom I kill'd, and Mangl'd at so strange a rate, The World may be with Wonder fill'd, while I this Tragedy relate. In sorrow here my hands I wring, on Wrack of Conscience am I rowl'd, What did provoke me to this thing, in brief to you I will unfold. With care and grief I was opprest, e're since I did become his Wife, And never could have peace or rest, but led a discontented life. No Tongue is able to express what I with him did undergo, He Cruel was and pittiless, which now has prov'd our overthrow. From time to time he Riffl'd me, scarce leaving any Cloaths to wear, Besides his Acts of Cruelty, this drove me into deep Dispair. My heart was ready then to break, in private I shed many a Tear, As knowing not what course to take, my sorrows they were so severe. Against me his whole heart he set, and often vow'd my Blood to spill, Morning and Night when e're we met, confusion was our Greeting still. When him I strove to Reconcile, saying, thou know'st how 'tis with us, Maliciously he'd me Revile, and swear it should be worse and worse. Though he to Wickedness was bent, and show'd himself so cross and grim, I own this was no Argument that I, alas! should Murder him. But Sin and Satan so took place, by living so from time to time, For want of Gods preventing Grace, I did commit this horrid Grime. When Man and Wife lives at discord, they may expect both fear and dread, For there's no Blessing from the Lord, where such a Wicked life is led. For coming from bad Company, when I was in a sweet Repose, He from the sleep did waken me, with many cruel bitter Blows. This did the height of Anger raise, when he did such unkinkness show, That I resolv'd to end his days, altho' it prov'd my overthrow. To Bed he straight ways did repair, as soon as he these Blows did give, Thought I thy life I will insnare, thou hast but little time to live. I vow'd no favour to afford, to him that us'd me so amiss, Straight he I Strangl'd with a Cord, when as he little thought of this. Altho' he strugl'd for his life, as surely very well he might, Yet I his cruel-hearted Wife, resolved to expell my spight. Thus him of life I did deprive, then in his Bed some days he lay, My greatest care was to contrive, how to convey his Corps away. To bear him forth my self alone, I cut off Head, Arms, c'ry Limb, Had I not had a Heart of Stone, I could hot thus have Mangl'd him. His Head into a Vault I threw, his Carcass on a foul Dung-hill, His other Limbs into the Thames, and then I thought all things was well. Safe was I then, as I did think, yet seiz'd I was in a short time, For Heavens Justice would not wink at such a black and bloody Crime. Then to a Prison was I sent, there to bewail my wretched state, And there in Tears I did lament, but this was when it was too late. To Justice was I brought indeed, where Conscience in my face did flye, Guilty was all that I could plead, I knew I did deserve to Dye. O then my sad and dismal Doom, soon after this I did receive, It was in Fire to Consume, which made my very heart to grieve. Alas! I knew not what to say, 'tis Death alone must end the strife, Behold this dreadful dismal Day, the which must end my dearest Life. Altho' I Weep and make sad moan, as being Wounded to the heart, I cannot chuse but needs must own it is no more then my Desert. To see me go some Thousands throng, and thus in shame and much disgrace, Through many Crowds I past along, unto the Execution place. Lord, tho' my Body here must Burn, for my sad Crime so gross and foul, Yet when I shall to Ashes turn, receive my poor Immortal Soul. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1688 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Ballad follows a prose account of the event Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Licensed accordin[...] to Order Blare, at the Looking-Glass on London-Bridge. 1688. 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 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Leicester-Fields Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5fe72360d5d62eb897a09be28ebeb69c.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library, Wing / 1611:04. Recorded in <a href="http://gateway.proquest.com.ezp.lib.unimelb.edu.au/openurl?ctx_ver=Z39.88-2003&amp;res_id=xri:eebo&amp;rft_id=xri:eebo:image:105466" target="_blank">EEBO</a> (institutional login required).  Subtitle or, The French midwife's miserable moan for the barbarous murther committed upon the body of her husband 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 Cabinet of grief, burning English Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1f99b17d5394a62d155c6e0e12975881.jpg 6bb63afcace1ade8395d546260447f46 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/46d9dc8d81978e34d9693f39c78ad206.mp3 a759525164ab225e3d40ad8cc1d55b22 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>In Summer Time</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics To a sad story now give ear, of one who lived in this Land, It may make the stoutest heart to fear, and all vile Sinners trembling stand. A wicked woman liv'd of late, who did all honesty didain; All Modesty she much did hate, and to her death did so remain. Lasciviousness she much did love, and Buggery was her delight, To wantonness she still did move, not thinking it would come to light. A Mungril Curr which she did keep, and us'd to do that beastly act, In Court on her did fawn and leap, but now hath suffered for the fact. Near Cripple-gate her dwelling-place, where she did act this beastly sin, Which now hath brought her to disgrace that she long time hath wallowed in. She took delight in drunkenness, and as a Common Woman ?, When she had drunk unto excess, then God above she would defie. Her chief desire was after mirth, and hearing of sweet Melodies, Thus while? she lived upon the earth, gods holy Laws she did despise. No precepts that could her controul, so wicked was her wretched life, She like a Swine in mire did rowl, which with her Husband caus'd some strife. Gods Holy word she much abus'd, and did profane his Sabbath day, The company of those refus'd who urg'd her to Repent and Pray. There's scarce a sin that can be nam'd, but what she striv'd for to commit, Her Lustful lmind was so inflam'd, that by no means she could quench it. But being now Condemn'd by Law, on her past life she did reflect, The Worm of Conscience did her gnaw, 'cause Gods Commands she did neglect. O World, said she, thou canst not save, this soul of mine from pain and woe, No joys of heaven I e're shall have, unless my sins I can forgo. O eyes of mine that us'd to see, and take delight in Objects fair, Must now behold where Devils be, poor Souls tormented in dispair. I that was wont to sport and play, most wantonly in many a place, Must now depart from them away, the Flames of hell for to imbrace, Now unto you that stand me by, and hear what case my soul is in, See that you never guilty be, of any sad and heinous sin. Let Prayer be your meat and drink, your cloathing be humilitie, On Gods just Laws be sure to think, that you the joys of Heaven may see. When this sad wretch her speech had done and tears in streaks run down her face; Would melt a heart of steel or stone, to think upon her woful case. The Dog was hang'd with her just by, a sad example let it be, To all that do Gods laws defie, and live as wickedly as she. Strive more & more Gods ways to love, that you may here live happily; Then you'l not miss sweet joys above, nor never be afraid to dye. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1680 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. [S.l.] : Printed for P. Brooksby at the Goldene Ball in West-Smith-Field neer the Hospital Gate Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. buggery with dog; bestiality Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/1f99b17d5394a62d155c6e0e12975881.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="353"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/46d9dc8d81978e34d9693f39c78ad206.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Bodleian Library, University of Oxford, Wood E 25 fol. (145), Wing / 2852:09. <a href="http://gateway.proquest.com.ezp.lib.unimelb.edu.au/openurl?ctx_ver=Z39.88-2003&amp;res_id=xri:eebo&amp;rft_id=xri:eebo:citation:62369445" target="_blank">EEBO record</a> (institutional login required). Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan. <br /><br /> Subtitle who was executed on Wednesday the 18th of July 1677 for committing the odious sin of burgery with her dog who was hanged on a tree the same day neer the place of execution shewing her penitent behaviour and last speech at the gallows, tune of In summer time. 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 Mary Higgs, executed for 'buggery' with her dog. It was a genuine case, recorded <a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?div=t16770711-1" target="_blank">here</a> in the Old Bailey Proceedings. The dog was also hanged alongside her. 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 looking-glass for vvanton women by the example and expiation of Mary Higgs Audio recording bestiality buggery with dog English Female https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/17f921c8806b86a2659518f34df304f4.jpg e4ccdde8a3a4248b6ef0f7dbab987f94 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1173">The Rich Merchant Man</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALL youths of fair England, that dwell both far and neer, 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 who did spend my master many a pound. Take heed of Harlots then, and their inticing trains, For by that means I have been 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 dainty gallant Dame, and sumptuous in attire, With smiling looks she greeted me and did my name require. Which when I had declard, she gave me then a kiss, And said, if I would come to her, I should have more then this. In faith my boy, quoth she, such news I can thee 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 money in, that is my masters due, And ere that I do home return, ile come and visit you. Good Barnwel then, quoth she, do thou to Shoreditch come, And ask for Mrs. Milwood there, next door unto the Gun. And trust me on my truth, if thou keep troth with me, For thy friends sake, 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 five a clock at night: A hundred pound and one, with bag under mine arm, I went to Mrs. Milwoods house and thought on little harm: And knocking at the door, straightway her self came down, Ruffling in most brave attire, her Hoods and silken gown: Who through her beauty bright, so gloriously did shine, That she amazd my dazling eyes, she seemed so divine. She took me by the hand, and with a modest grace, Welcome sweet Barnwel than, quod she, unto this homely place: Welcome ten th[o]usand times, more welcome then my brother, And better welcome I protest, then any one or other: And seeing I have thee found as good as thy word to be, A homely supper er thou part, thou shalt here take 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. art thou so strictly tyd, You may not with your dearest friend one hour or two abide? Fath 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 would thy love require. With that she turnd aside, and with a blushing red, A mournful motion she bewrayd, by holding down her head. A Handkerchief she had, all wrought with silk and gold, which she to stop her trickling tears against her eyes did hold. This thing unto my sight, was wondrous rare and strange; & 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 not Mistris now, but Sara thy true friend, Thy servant Sara honouring thee, until her life doth end. If thou wouldst here alledge thou art in years a Boy, So was Adonis, yet was he, fair Venus love and joy. Thus I that ner 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. A 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 Sara once again, to tell some pleasant tale. When she heard me say I, the tears fell from her eyes, O George, quoth she, if thou dost fail thy Sara sure will dye: Though long, yet loe at last, the pointed time was come, That I must with my Sara 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 Sara dear, quoth he, Let not my love lament and grieve nor sighing pain and dye. But tell to me my dearest friend, what may thy woes amend, & thou shalt lack no means of help, though forty pounds I spend: With that she turnd 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 he knows, quoth she, I have it not, tush, rise, quoth I, 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 pounds straight way. All blith and pleasant then, to banqueting they go, She proffered him to lye with her, and said it should be so: And after that same time, I gave 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 amongst his men. The which when as I heard, I knew not what to say, For well I knew that I was out, two hundred pound that day: Then from my master streight, I run in secret sort, And unto Sara Milwood then my state I did report: But how she usd 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 willy ways with all her tricks discharge. The Second Part, to the same Tune. HEre comes young Barnwel unto, sweet Sara his delight, I am undone, except thou stand my faithful friend this night: Our Master to command accounts, hath just occasion found, And I am come 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 extreamity thou wilt my succour be, That for a time I may remain in secret here with thee. with that she knit & bent her brows and looking all aquoy, Quoth she, what should I have to do with any Prentice-boy? And seeing you have purloynd and got your Masters goods away, The case is bad, and therefore here, I mean thou shalt not stay. why sweetheart thou knowst, I said, that all which I did get; I gave it, and did spend it all, upon thee every whit. Thou knowst I loved thee so well, thou couldst not ask the thing, But that I did incontinent the same unto thee bring. Quod she, thou art a paultry Jack, to charge me in this sort, Being a Woman of credit good, and known of good report; And therefore this I tell thee flat, be packing with good speed, I do defie thee from my heart, and scorn thy filthy deed. Is this the love & friendship which thou didst to me protest? Is this the great affection which you seemed to express? Now fie on all deceitful shews, the best is I may speed, To get a lodging any where, for money in my need: Therefore false woman now fare-well 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 gauld him in such sort it grievd her heart full sore: Therefore to call him back again she did suppose it best, Stay George, quod she, thou art too quick why man I do but jest. thinkst thou for all my passed speech that I would let thee go? Faith no, quoth 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 herk in thine ear, Thou shalt not go this night quod she what chance so er befall, But man wel have a bed for thee, or else the Devil take all. Thus I that was with Wiles be-witchd & snard 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 or careful thought when all my gold is gone, In faith my girl we will have more, whoever it light upon: My fathers rich, why then, quoth I should I want any gold? With a father indeed (quoth she) a Son may well be bold: I have a Sister richly wed, that ile rob ere ile want; Why then quod Sara they may well consider of your scant: nay more then this an Uncle I have at Ludlow he doth dwell, He is a Grasier, which in wealth, doth all the rest excell. Ere I will live in lack (quoth he) and have no coyn for thee, Ile rob the churl and murder him, why should you not (quoth she.) Ere I would want were I a man, or live in poor estate, On father, friends, and all my kin, I would my talents grate. For without mony, George, (quod she) a man is but a beast, And bringing money thou shalt be always my chiefest guest: For say thou shouldst pursued be with twenty hues and cries, And with a Warrant searched for with Argos hundred eyes: Yet in my house thou shalt be safe, such privy ways there be, That if they sought an 100 years, they could not find out thee. And so carousing in their cups, their pleasure 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 there took order for his stay. Directly to his Uncle then, he rode with might and main, where with good welcome, and good cheer he did him entertain: A Sennets space he stayed there, until it chanced so, His Uncle with fat Cattel 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 comming unto London strait, the Country quite forsook. To Sara Milwood then he came, shewing his store of gold, And how he had his Uncle slain, to her he plainly told. Tush, tis no matter George, quod she so we the money have, To have good cheer in jolly sort, and deck us fine and brave. And thus they livd 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 vile disgrace, in this my need (quoth he) She calld him thief and murderer with all the spight might be. And to the Constable she went, to have him apprehended, And shewd in each degree how far, he had the law offended. When Barnwel saw her drift, to sea he got straightway, Where fear and dread, & conscience sting, upon him still doth stay. Unto the Mayor of London then, he did a Letter write, Wherein his own and Saras faults he did at large recite. Whereby she apprehended was, and then to Ludlow sent, Where she was judgd, condemnd & hangd for murder incontinent, and there this gallant quean did die this was her greatest gains, For murder in Polonia was Barnwel hangd in chains. Lo heres the end of wilful youth, that after Harlots haunt, Who in the spoyl of other men, about the streets do flaunt. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1674-1679 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events see also: (1780-1812) http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=Harding+B+1%2818%29&amp;id=00019.gif&amp;seq=1&amp;size=0 <br /><br />and: http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=Firth+c.17%2872%29&amp;id=18762.gif&amp;seq=1&amp;size=1 <br /><br /><a href="http://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/bbals_20.htm" target="_blank">Cf. The Unfaithful Servant: </a>17. For George Barnwell as black-letter ballad see Coles, F, Vere, T and Gilbertson, W in Bodleian Allegro archive as Wood 401(77); for other printings, same source, Aldermary Church Yard as Harding B 1(17), from c.Brown in London as Douce Ballads 3(40a), J. Evans in London (41 Long Lane), same source, as Harding B. 1(18) and Keys in Devonport, same source, as Firth b. 25(503). Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere J. Wright, and J. Clarke 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 Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.26-27; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30382/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30382</a>; Also in <a href="http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=Douce+Ballads+3%2840a%29&amp;id=15627.gif&amp;seq=1&amp;size=0" target="_blank">Bodleian</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/17f921c8806b86a2659518f34df304f4.jpg" frameborder="0" width="500" height="420"></iframe> Subtitle an Apprentice of London, who was undone by a Strumpet, who having thrice robbed his Master, and murdered his Uncle in Ludlow, was hanged in Chains in Polonia, and by the means of a Letter sent from his own hand to the Mayor of London, she was hang'd at 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, English Female hanging hanging in chains Male murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a10bde515ebc16794f20ce3ea3543094.jpg 76bf4864e4196786fb9dfccd8b0612ab Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>The German Princess adieu</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Farewel German Princess the Fates bid adieu whose fall is as strange as her story is true, Her peddigree she from a Fidler does bring and Fidlers do commonly end in a string, How many mad pranks has she plaid on the Earth which equally moves us to pitty and mirth, But now for a Gamball at Christmas the fool must shew us a trick on a three-legged Stool. The first of her tricks was a Freak into France to learn the French language to sing and to dance, And who but a Taylor should lye in the lurch to cut out her work and to lead her to Church, He plyd her to with Gold but when all was prepard to measure the Princess about with his yard, She bobd off the Taylor and made him a Goose but for all her mad pranks she must dye in a Noose. Next after to Holland she steered her course and there she abused a Jewelor worse, For when he so many rich jewels had brought seald up in a box, she another had wrought, And thus he was chevld by the wit of the Girl with pebbles for diamonds and Glasses for pearl, Who after his gelding most sadly bemoans, he quite was undone for the loss of his stones The next that she shewd was on English-Mans jest and though there was wit int twas none of the best Then who but the Princess, and happy were they, that could but obtain this so welcome a pray: As eagerly she at the Collies did catch, but when she was married she met with her match; For at last an Atturney did fall in her way who gave her his Bond and had nothing to pay. A Brick-maker then as a Suitor did go whose news was as strange as the news from Soho For when he came up to his Tenement door he found there was one in possession before, To furnish this Room he sold all that he had and now not to enter it made him stark mad, But she had the money and kept him in awe by bidding him make up his Brick without straw. And now the young gallant that next was trappand was a kind of a Drugster as I understand, He thought her so rich that the prodigal fop to gain her sold all that he had in the Shop, But when to this prize he began to draw near he found he had bought his Commoditie dear, His fore-head did bud and such pains he indurd as would not by Balsoms or Plaisters be curd A Limner at length who had heard of her fame would needs draw her Picture and give it a frame, With couler and varnish she cheated the Elf and provd that she painted as well as himself, He made her a Face and a Robe like a Queen and swore twas as like her as ever was seen, But when at the Tavern she left him in paw[n] he swore for a Princess a Beggar hed drawn A thousand such pranks she did daily invent and yet with her money was nevey content, But spent it apace for the proverb you know says wealth that comes lightly as lightly does go. At Masques and at Revels by day and by night with Toryes and gallants she took her delight, She fancyd alass, it would nere be day and so never thought of a reckoning to pay. But what was long lookd for is now come at last and the sentence of death on the Princess is past Nor could she be tryd by her peers for no doubt there was not her peer the whole nation throughout But if any more of the gang should be found they are born to be hangd they shall never be dround When people must cheat to encourage their pride it is a Dutch trick which we cannot abide. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1673-1696 ? Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Carleton" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Mary Carleton (11 January 1642 - 22 January 1673) was an Englishwoman who used false identities, such as a German princess, to marry and defraud a number of men. <br /><br />Carleton was born Mary Moders in Canterbury. According to later accounts she married a journeyman shoemaker named Thomas Stedman and gave birth to two children who died in infancy. She later left her husband to move to Dover where she married a surgeon, prompting her arrest and trial in Maidstone for bigamy. <br /><br />After the trial she visited Cologne where she had a brief affair with a local nobleman. He gave her valuable presents, pressed her for marriage and began the preparations for a wedding. She, however, slipped out of Germany with all the presents and most of her landlady's money, returning to England through the Netherlands. <br /><br />She returned to London in 1663 and took on the persona of an orphaned Princess van Wolway from Cologne. She claimed that she was born in Cologne and that her father was Henry van Wolway, Lord of Holmstein and that she had fled a possessive lover. She used this guise to marry John Carleton, brother-in-law of the landlord of the Exchange tavern which she frequented. After the wedding, however, an anonymous letter exposed her. <br /><br />Her trial in 1663 was the first recorded appearance of Mary Carleton. She was charged for masquerading as a German princess and marrying John Carleton in London under that name. She claimed that John Carleton himself had claimed to be a lord and was trying to extract himself from marriage as he had discovered there was no money in it. Divorce would have been an unheard of scandal in those times. Both sides of the conflict published pamphlets to support their own story. Mary Carleton was eventually acquitted. <br /><br />Afterwards Mary Carleton wrote her own account, The Case of Madam Mary Carleton, possibly through a ghostwriter. She also acted in a play about her life and gained a number of admirers who gave her more valuable gifts. She eventually married one of her admirers. Predictably she left him too, taking with her his money, valuables and keys while he was drunk. <br /><br />Carleton next pretended to be a rich virgin heiress fleeing an undesirable suitor whom her father had arranged for her. She even arranged that someone would send her letters that supposedly contained updates of family news. When her new landlady found and read them, she was convinced and became a matchmaker between Carleton and her nephew. <br /><br />Carleton arranged a new letter that claimed that her brother was dead and he had left her all he had, including her father's forthcoming inheritance. However, her father was even more determined to marry her to a suitor she detested. Her lover invited her to live with him but Carleton and an accomplice, disguised as a maid, stole his money. <br /><br />Over the following ten years Carleton used similar methods to defraud various other men and landlords, often with the aid of her maid. Some of the men were too embarrassed to reveal they had been duped. She was many times accused of theft but was jailed only briefly. <br /><br />She was once arrested after stealing a silver tankard, and was sentenced to penal transportation and sent to Jamaica. However, after two years she returned to London, again pretending to be a rich heiress and married an apothecary at Westminster. Naturally, she stole his money and left him. <br /><br />In December 1672 Carleton was captured when a man who was searching for stolen loot recognized her. On 16 January 1673 she was tried in the Old Bailey. Because she had returned from penal transportation without permission, she received a sentence of death. She was executed by hanging on 22 January. <br /><br />In 1673 Francis Kirkman wrote, and issued under his own name, The Counterfeit Lady Unveiled, a fictional autobiography. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Printed for Philip Brooksby near the Hospital-gate in West-smith-field. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. returning from penal transportation without permission Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 30 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a10bde515ebc16794f20ce3ea3543094.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburgh C.20.f.9.35; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30388/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30388</a> Subtitle Being a Sonnet upon the merry life and untimely death of Mistriss Mary Carlton, commonly called THE German Princess. To a new Tune, called the German Princess adieu. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Some Luck Some Wit English Female hanging returning from penal transportation without permission https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4d887be589eae30482b76523e1568a6a.jpg 6ea2636cd14cbec999269fa17026ffdd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134"><em>Fortune my Foe</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics AY me, vile wretch, that ever I was borne, Making my selfe unto the world a scorne: And to my friends and kindred all a shame, Blotting their blood by my unhappy name. Unto a Gentleman of wealth and fame, (One Master Arden, he was calld by name) I wedded was with joy and great content, Living at Feversham in famous Kent. In love we livd, and great tranquility, Untill I came in Mosb[i]es company, Whose sugred tongue, good shape, and lovely looke, Soone won my heart, and Ardens love forsooke. And living thus in foule adultery, Bred in my husband cause of jealousie, And lest the world our actions should bewray, Wee did consent to take his life away. To London faire my Husband was to ride, But ere he went I poyson did provide, Got of a Painter which I promised That Mosbies sister Susan he should wed. Into his Broth I then did put the same, He likt it not when to the boord it came, Saying, Theres something in it is not so[un]d, At which inragd, I flung it on the ground. Yet ere he went, his man I did conjure, Ere they came home, to make his Master sure, And murder him, and for his faith and paine, Susan, and store of gold that he should gaine. Yet I misdoubting Michaels constancy, Knowing a Neighbour that was dwelling by, Which, to my husband bore no great good will, Sought to incense him his deare blood to spill. His name was Greene; O Master Green (quoth I) My husband to you hath done injury, For which I sorry am with all my heart, And how he wrongeth me I will impart. He keepes abroad most wicked company, With whores and queanes, and bad society; When he comes home, he beats me sides and head, That I doe wish that one of us were dead. And now to London he is rid to roare, I would that I might never see him more: Greene then incenst, did vow to be my friend, And of his life he soone would make an end. O Master Greene, said I, the dangers great, You must be circumspect to doe this feat; To act the deed your selfe there is no need, But hire some villaines, they will doe the deed. Ten pounds Ile give them to attempt this thing, And twenty more when certaine newes they bring, That he is dead, besides Ile be your friend, In honest courtesie till life doth end. Greene vowd to doe it; then away he went, And met two Villaines, that did use in Kent To rob and murder upon Shooters hill, The one calld Shakebag, tother namd Black Will. Two such like Villaines Hell did never hatch, For twenty Angels they made up the match, And forty more when they had done the deed, Which made them sweare, theyd do it with al speed Then up to London presently they hye, Where Master Arden in Pauls Church they spy, And waiting for his comming forth that night, By a strange chance of him they then lost sight. For where these Villaines stood & made their stop A Prentice he was shutting up his shop, The window falling, light on Blacke-Wills head, And broke it soundly, that apace it bled. Where straight he made a brabble and a coyle, And my sweet Arden he past by the while; They missing him, another plot did lay, And meeting Michael, thus to him they say: Thou knowst that we must packe thy Master hence Therefore consent and further our pretence, At night when as your Master goes to bed, Leave ope the doores, he shall be murthered. And so he did, yet Arden could not sleepe, Strange dreames and visions in his senses creepe, He dreamt the doores were ope, & Villaines came, To murder him, and twas the very same. The second part. To the same tune. HE rose and shut the doore, his man he blames, which cunningly he strait this answer frames; I was so sleepy, that I did forget To locke the doores, I pray you pardon it. Next day these Ruffians met this man againe, Who the whole story to them did explaine, My master will in towne no longer stay, To morrow you may meete him on the way. Next day his businesse being finished, He did take horse, and homeward then he rid, And as he rid, it was his hap as then, To overtake Lord Cheiney and his men. With salutations they each other greet, I am full glad your Honour for to meet, Arden did say; then did the Lord reply, Sir, I am glad of your good company. And being that we homeward are to ride, I have a suite that must not be denide, That at my house youle sup, and lodge also, To Feversham this night you must not goe. Then Arden answered with this courteous speech, Your Honours pardon now I doe beseech, I made a vow, if God did give me life, To sup and lodge with Alice my loving wife. Well, said my Lord, your oath hath got the day, To morrow come and dine with me, I pray. Ile wait upon your Honour then (said he) And safe he went amongst this company. On Raymon-Downe, as they did passe this way, Black-will, and Shakebag they in ambush lay, But durst not touch him, cause of the great traine That my Lord had: thus were they crost againe. With horrid oathes these Ruffians gan to sweare, They stampe and curst, and tore their locks of haire Saying, some Angell surely him did keepe. Yet vowd to murther him ere they did sleepe. Now all this while my husband was away, Mosby and I did revell night and day; And Susan, which my waiting maiden was, My Loves owne sister, knew how all did passe. But when I saw my Arden was not dead, I welcomd him, but with a heavy head: To bed he went, and slept secure from harmes, But I did wish my Mosby in my armes. Yet ere he slept, he told me he must goe To dinner to my Lords, heed have it so; And that same night Blacke-will did send me word, What lucke bad fortune did to them offord. I sent him word, that he next day would dine At the Lord Cheinies, and would rise betime, And on the way their purpose might fulfill, Well, Ile reward you, when that you him kill. Next morne betimes, before the breake of day, To take him napping then they tooke their way; But such a mist and fog there did arise, They could not see although they had foure eyes. Thus Arden scapd these villaines where [?] And yet they heard his horse goe by that way, I thinke (said Will) some Spirit is his friend, Come life or death, I vow to see his end. Then to my house they strait did take their way, Telling me how they missed of their pray; Then presently, we did together gree, At night at home that he should murdered be. Mosby and I, and all, our plot thus lay, That he at Tables should with Arden play, Black-will, and Sakebag they themselves should hide Untill that Mosby he a watchword cride. The word was this whereon we did agree, Now (Master Arden) I have taken ye: Woe to that word, and woe unto us all, Which bred confusion and our sudden fall. When he came home, most welcome him I made, And Judas like I kist whom I betraide, Mosby and he together went to play, For I on purpose did the tables lay. And as they plaid, the word was straightway spoke, Blacke-Will and Sakebag out the corner broke, And with a Towell backwards puld him downe, which made me think they now my joyes did crowne With swords and knives they stabd him to the heart Mosby and I did likewise act our part, And then his body straight we did convey Behind the Abbey in the field he lay. And then by Justice we were straight condemnd, Each of us came unto a shamelesse end, For God our secret dealings soone did spy, And brought to light our shamefull villany. Thus have you heard of Ardens tragedy, It rests to shew you how the rest did die: His wife at Canterbury she was burnt, And all her flesh and bones to ashes turnd. Mosby and his faire Sister, they were brought To London for the trespasse they had wrought, In Smithfield on a gibbet they did die. A just reward for all their villanie, Michael and Bradshaw, which a Goldsmith was, That knew of letters which from them did passe, At Feversham were hanged both in chaines, And well rewarded for their faithfull paines. The painter fled none knowes how he did speed, Sakebag in Southwarke he to death did bleed, For as he thought to scape and ran away, He suddenly was murdered in a fray. In Kent at Osbridge, Greene did suffer death, Hangd on a gibbet he did lose his breath: Blacke-Will at Flushing on a stage did burne, Thus each one came unto his end by turne. And thus my story I conclude and end, Praying the Lord that he his grace will send Upon us all, and keepe us all from ill, Amen say all, ift be thy blessed will. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1610-1638 ? Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Arden" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Thomas Arden, or Arderne, was a successful businessman in the early Tudor period. Born in 1508, probably in Norwich, Arden took advantage of the tumult of the Reformation to make his fortune, trading in the former monastic properties dissolved by Henry VIII in 1538. In fact, the house in which he was murdered (which is still standing in Faversham) was a former guest house of Faversham Abbey, the Benedictine abbey near the town. His wife Alice had taken a lover, a man of low status named Mosby; together, they plotted to murder her husband. After several bungled attempts on his life, two ex-soldiers from the former English dominion of Calais known as Black Will and Loosebag (called Shakebag in the play) were hired and continued to make botched attempts. Arden was finally killed in his own home on 14 February 1551, and his body was left out in a field during a snowstorm, hoping that the blame would fall on someone who had come to Faversham for the St Valentine's Day fair. The snowfall stopped, however, before the killers' tracks were covered, and the tracks were followed back to the house. Bloodstained swabs and rushes were found, and the killers quickly confessed. Alice and Mosby were put on trial and convicted of the crime; he was hanged and she burnt at the stake in 1551. Black Will may also have been burnt at the stake after he had fled to Flanders: the English records state he was executed in Flanders, while the Flemish records state he was extradited to England. Loosebag escaped and was never heard of again. Other conspirators were hanged in chains. One - George Bradshaw, who was convicted by an obscure passage in a sealed letter he had delivered - was wrongly convicted and posthumously acquitted. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed at London for C.W. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning, hanging, 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. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Various: Canterbury (burning), Smithfield (hanging), Feversham (hanging in chains), Osbridge in Kent (hanging) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/4d887be589eae30482b76523e1568a6a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.156-157; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30458/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30458</a> Subtitle who for the loue of one Mosbie, hired certaine Ruffians and Villaines most cruelly to murder her Husband; with the fatall end of her and her Associats. 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 complaint and lamentation of Mistresse Arden of Feversham in Kent, burning English Female hanging hanging in chains Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fc921693654baf83e7104c8886bd767e.jpg c63eb006ad6250f27f21c1af3795cf57 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 1702 Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Oh! Oh! did ever any hear, of such an one as I; The Laws cannot be too Severe; for it's Reason that I die, The Cru'lest Death that e're was known, because I did deny, Even Life to it: when all alon, which 'twixt my Sides did lye. Was not I then Un-natural, mine own Child for to Kill. For which I am ordan'd, Sirs, all your Eyes by Death to fill. When I and it then parted were, it did begin to Cry, But I soon stop its Mouth so fair, which 'twixt my Sides did lye. Yea was it not great Cruelty, that enter'd in my mind, To dispair of GOD's great Mercy, who Releif soon did find. To me, who of Relief was fain, before my Deliv'ry, Yet to my Child, I wrought great pain, which 'twixt my Sides did lye. Which when Born, I did Repair, for to commit the deed, Not of GOD's Mercy taking care, I caus'd my Child to Bleed, The Div'l helpt me to go on, and paved out the way. How I should make my Child begon, which 'twixt my Sides long lye. The Worlds shame me did entice, because I thought it great, This Bloody act to enterprice, for which here ends my Fate. And having thought for to promot; its death without delay, i with great speed 'bout threw it's Throat, which 'twixt my Sides long lye. This being done, with little Grace, where I might lay the Child; I did Contrive for it a place, which when alive was Mild; Mong Feathers then the Bab I laid, with silence great I say, And being Dead, it Bleeding Stay'd, which 'twixt my Sides long lye. The Bloody Fact this being done, I thought my self secure. Yet GOD most High, it did think on, He such would not endure. But soon caus'd some as Witness stand, that they did hear it Cry, And that I kill'd it with my hand, which 'twixt my Sides did lye. I then with Boldness did soon Swear of such me to be free, Because I said none 'mong them there, with Child did e're me see. But when they also found the Child, I likewise did deny, That I then it my self had kill'd, which 'twixt my Sides did lye. Saying it was by me dead Born, and I had laid it there, Least any Person should me Scorn, and Church be too severe. They not beliving, I Confest, at length, I was Guilty, And that its Life I there out prest, which 'twixt my Sides did lye. Oh! Sad and Grivous Crueltie, is it not for to hear, Children Murther'd even Mothers by. Oh! Sad for I may fear, Eternal Misery and Woe, may be my chance I say, Because I wrought it's overthrow, which 'twixt my Sides long lye. Yet though my Sins are many LORD, thy mercy's great are more, The Blessing give me of thy Word, good LORD I the implore. Farewel O People, be you fil'd with Joy, for I do Die, For Murthering of my only Child, which 'twixt my Sides did lye. Image / Audio Credit National Library of Scotland, Shelfmark: Ry.III.a.10(103); The Word on the Street, <a href="http://digital.nls.uk/broadsides/broadside.cfm/id/15813" target="_blank">National Library of Scotland Digital Gallery</a> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Jannet Riddle is convicted of murdering her newborn baby and is hanged for it in the Grass Market, Edinburgh, 1702. 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. Edinburgh Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/fc921693654baf83e7104c8886bd767e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="700"></iframe> Subtitle who was Execute, for murthering her own Child, in the Grass Market of Edinburgh, January 21st. 1702 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 last Speech and Confession of Jannet Riddle, English Female hanging infanticide 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Sur le chant du bel Adonis Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Fillez qui aymez honneur, Escoutez ie vous supplie En quelle peine & douleur M'a mise ma grand' folie. Ie n'avois passe quinze ans Que m'oubliant en moy mesme Me brusloit l'ame au dedans rest is at BnF? Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1586 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad so far only have picture taken from van Orden, 'Female Complaintes' Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Subtitle condamnee à mort, par son pere, Sur le chant du bel Adonis. 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 Chanson lamentable d'une fille de Dijon, Female 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Il y a un cler en ceste ville, &c. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Escoutez un cas déplorable, De moy chetive & miserable, Qu'ay fait par trop aventureux Par un conseil pernicieux. Moy que estois pauvre servante, Mal avisée & peu sçavante Ay faict à ma maistresse tort, la mettant du tout à mort. C'est ennemy remply de rage, Pour me tirer à son servage M'est venu ainsi recevoir, Pour mon âme excellente avoir. Disant d'invention meschante, Que plus je ne serois servante, Si poison voulois acheter Pour ma maistresse empoisonner. Moy entant ainsi poursuivie De ce faux Sathan par l'envie, Je m'absenta de la maison Pour acheter ceste poison. Et puis par une folle rage Je la vins metter en son potage Dont ma maistresse par l'effort De ce poison fut mise à mort. Dequoy esmerveillé mon magister Qui rien ne sçavoit du faict traistre Que j'avois meschamment commis Fut en grande tristesse mis. Faisant soudain devoir extreme, Pour donner remede à sa femme, De courir aux Chirurgiens, Pour y trouver quelques moyens. Mia il n'ont seu en nulle sorte Retarder ceste poison forte, Dont ma bonne maistresse helas, Fut tout soudain mise au trespas. Mon maistre ignorant la furie De la poison & maladie, Fit subit ma maistresse ouvrir, Pour le vilain faict descouvrir. Aussi tost ma maistresse ouverte, Ceste poison fut descouverte Et fut tout averé le cas, De sa mort subite & trespas. Voyant la trahison meschante Et que j'estois seule servante Mon maistre s'en va au Prevost Lequel me vient saisir bien tost. Estant ainsi en prison mise Et puis par la justice enquise De ce meschant traistre forfait Soudain j'ay confessé mon faict. Disant que soubs espoir volage D'avoir mon maistre en mariage J'avois donné ceste poison A ma maistresse en trahison. Le cas confessé, la justice Me condamne au dernier supplice Et de passer par la rigueur Du feu en tresgrande douleur. Ainsi par ma faute insensée Seray toute vive bruslée Comme je l'ay bien merité Par mon faict plein de cruauté. Or entre vous autres servantes Ne soyez comme moy meschantes, Priez pour moy le doux Jesus Conduire mon ame là sus. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1606 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Lyon: Simon Rigaud, 1606 'La Fleur du Rozier des chansons' 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 URL <a href="https://play.google.com/books/reader?printsec=frontcover&amp;output=reader&amp;id=zdg5AAAAcAAJ&amp;pg=GBS.PA18" target="_blank">La fleur du Rozier des chansons</a> Subtitle Sur le chant, Il y a un cler en ceste ville, &c. 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Ce n'est donc fait o mon Epoux! Philippe comblé sa vengeance tu viens de tomber sous ses coups, il n'est plus de vertus en France. L'injustice et la cruauté dans tous les coeurs on pris leur place, Et la perfide lacheté plus cruelle encore que l'audace. Ma fille, helas! jamais tes yeux Ne reverront ton tendre pere; Ce parfait ouvrage des Cieux, Elizabeth, n'a plus de frere. Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Models d'amour et constance, Des barbares l'affreux projet Accuse aussi ton innocence. Toi qui souvent des assassins Mon fils, as desarmé la rage, Recois ce papier de mes mains* Voila ton plus bel heritage. Pardonne à tous nos ennemis Comme ton pere leur pardonne, L'august fils de Saint Louis* En montant au Ciel te l'ordonne. Vous qui souffrez, des coups du sort N'accusez point la barbarie. Pouriez vous bien vous plaindre encor, En contemplant ma triste vie. Pour vous il n'est plus de malheurs J'en epuisai la coupe amere: Ah! pour bien sentir mes douleurs Faut être epouse, Reine, et mere. Dans le chagrin mon coeur noyé, N'a point d'azile en sa souffrance On me refuse la pitié,* Et Je regnois hier en France! Ainsi quand tout me fait la loi, Cher et tendre epoux, de te suivre La gloire de mon jeune Roi M'impose le tourment de vivre. Mon fils, pour rendre à son devoir Un peuple encore dans l'ivresse, Pour faire cherir ton pouvoir, Pour faire benir ta jeunesse, Je te parlerai jour et nuit Des douces vertus de ton pere: Un autre y joindra le recit Des infortunes de ta mere. *Le Testament de Louis XVI *Fils de St. Louis, vous montez au Ciel: Paroles prononcées par Edgeworth confesseur du Roi, aux pieds de l'echaffaud *On a defendu aux commissaires du Temple de rendre compte de la situation des Augustes prisonniers de crainte que le peuple ne s'attendrit sur leur sort. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1792? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Antoinette sings after her husband's execution Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Se vend chez M. Fores, No. 3 Piccadilly et chez les Marchands de Musique 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. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. guillotine Composer of Ballad words: M. Peltier, music M. Ferrari 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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Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics DE peur que la race future, D'Antoinette apprenant le sort, Ne nous reproche un jour sa mort, Des faux écrits par l'imposture, Je veux montrer à l'univers Ses crimes, ses desseins pervers; Je veux que, du royaume sombre, Elle entende le cri des loix: Je veux interroger son ombre Et qu'elle frémisse à ma voix. Monstre échappé de Germania, Toi qui dévastas no climats, Ils n'ont cessé tes attentats Que lorsqu'on fit cesser ta vie; Par tes crimes & tes forfaits, Vois les maux que tu nous a faits; Non satisfaite, dans ta rage, de ceux ou nous sommes plongés, Nous devions tous, par ton ouvrage, Périr l'un par l'autre égorgés. Avant l'époque combinée Du heureux & beau changement, Qui rendit le français si grand Et la france régénerée; Par ton adresse & par le vin, Charmant ton époux peu malin, Oui, je vois tes mains sacrilèges, L'endormant sur de vils excès, Pour un frere que tu protèges, Dépouiller l'empire francais. Ce fut le premier de tes crimes: Quand on débute comme toi, On peut, sans honte & sans effroi, Marcher d'abîmes en abîmes: L'horreur ne quitte point tes pas, Et, prodigue de tes appas, De tes enfans coupable mere, Ne retenant plus aucun frein, Trois fois une flâme adultere Fit germer ces fruits dans ton sein. Je vois une femme en furie Troubler le dedans, le dehors; Des Flandrins & Gardes-du-Corps Elle-même anime[r?] l'orgie. Je la vois les encourager, A ses yeux, faire profaner Notre cocarde tricolore: Par ses artifices adroits, Je vois la blanche qu'on arbore, Pour anéantir tous nos droits. Mais quelles sont ces assemblées, Que j'apperçois dans ce palais? Qui, de ces criminels projets Inspire les noires idées? C'est toi, trop cruelle, c'est toi: Contre nous & contre la loi. C'est-là même que tu présides Et fais, pour servir tes desseins, Nommer des ministres perfides, Agens de tes faits clandestins. Tu nous fais déclarer la guerre, Et, par tes mouvemens secrets, De la Belgique, des franais Se fait la retraite premiere: Aux rois & brigands conjurés Nos plans, par toi, sont envoyés: Si, quelquefois, sur nos armées Triompherent les ennemis, C'est à tes perfides menées Que, par eux, en est dù le prix. Je t'accuse de cet orage Que sur nous tu fis éclater, Le jour où l'on vit tant briller Des sans-culotes le courage, C'est le célevre jour du dix, Funeste à des peres chéris: Et de cette trame infernale Pour encourager les agens, D'avoir mordu plus d'une balle, Au milieu de tes partisans. Si Capet se fouilla de crimes, Et s'il fut digne de la mort, S'il a trop mérité son sort Et fait tomber tant de victimes, C'est toi-mme qui le perdis, Abusant d'un coeur trop épris: Qui, profitant de sa faiblesse, Fit servir son crédule amour, Aux complots machinés sans cesse Par ton noir esprit et ta cour. Envain je cherche en ma mémoire Le nom des êtres abhorrés, Dignes de t'être comparés: Je n'en trouve pas dans l'histoire, Pour faire un fidele tableau, Tu fus, on peut dire en un mot, Plus scélérat qu'Agrippine, Dont les crimes sont inouis, Plus lubrique que Messaline, Plus barbare que Médicis. Par GOURIET, fils. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793< Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. De l'Imp. de GOURIET, rue S.-Etienne-des-Grs, Nos. 20 & 22. 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. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 37 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Subtitle Veuve Capet, Guillotinée le 25 du premier mois de l'an 2 de la République française, une et indivisible (le 16 octobre, 1793. Vieux stile. Air du malheureux Lisandre. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Marie Antoinette; baptised Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna (or Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna);2 November 1755 äóñ 16 October 1793), born an archduchess of Austria, was Dauphine of France from 1770 to 1774 and Queen of France and Navarre from 1774 to 1792. She was the fifteenth and penultimate child of Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and Empress Maria Theresa. In April 1770, on the day of her marriage to Louis-Auguste, Dauphin of France, she became Dauphine of France. Marie Antoinette assumed the title of Queen of France and of Navarre when her husband, Louis XVI of France, ascended the throne upon the death of Louis XV in May 1774. After seven years of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Marie-Thérse Charlotte, the first of four children. Initially charmed by her personality and beauty, the French people generally came to dislike her, accusing "L'Autrichienne" (meaning the Austrian (woman) in French) of being profligate, promiscuous,[2] and of harboring sympathies for France's enemies, particularly Austria, her country of origin.[3] The Diamond Necklace incident further ruined her reputation. Although she was completely innocent in this affair, she became known as Madame Déficit. The royal family's flight to Varennes had disastrous effects on French popular opinion, Louis XVI was deposed and the monarchy abolished on 21 September 1792; the royal family was subsequently imprisoned at the Temple Prison. Eight months after her husband's execution, Marie Antoinette was herself tried, convicted by the Convention for treason to the principles of the revolution, and executed by guillotine on 16 October 1793. 1793: "Widow Capet," Trial, and Death Marie Antoinette on the way to the guillotine. (Pen and ink by Jacques-Louis David, 16 October 1793) Marie Antoinette's execution on 16 October 1793. Louis was executed on 21 January 1793, at the age of thirty-eight.[118] The result was that the "Widow Capet", as the former queen was called after the death of her husband, plunged into deep mourning; she refused to eat or do any exercise. There is no knowledge of her proclaiming her son as Louis XVII; however, the comte de Provence, in exile, recognised his nephew as the new king of France and took the title of Regent. Marie-Antoinette's health rapidly deteriorated in the following months. By this time she suffered from tuberculosis and possibly uterine cancer, which caused her to hemorrhage frequently.[119] Despite her condition, the debate as to her fate was the central question of the National Convention after Louis's death. There were those who had been advocating her death for some time, while some had the idea of exchanging her for French prisoners of war or for a ransom from the Holy Roman Emperor. Thomas Paine advocated exile to America.[120] Starting in April, however, a Committee of Public Safety was formed, and men such as Jacques Hébert were beginning to call for Antoinette's trial; by the end of May, the Girondins had been chased out of power and arrested.[121] Other calls were made to "retrain" the Dauphin, to make him more pliant to revolutionary ideas. This was carried out when the eight-year-old boy Louis Charles was separated from Antoinette on 3 July, and given to the care of a cobbler.[122] On 1 August, she herself was taken out of the Tower and entered into the Conciergerie as Prisoner No. 280.[123] Despite various attempts to get her out, such as the Carnation Plot in September, Marie Antoinette refused when the plots for her escape were brought to her attention.[124] While in the Conciergerie, she was attended by her last servant, Rosalie Lamorlire. She was finally tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal on 14 October. Unlike the king, who had been given time to prepare a defence, the queen's trial was far more of a sham, considering the time she was given (less than one day). Among the things she was accused of (most, if not all, of the accusations were untrue and probably lifted from rumours begun by libelles) were orchestrating orgies in Versailles, sending millions of livres of treasury money to Austria, plotting to kill the Duke of Orléans, incest with her son, declaring her son to be the new king of France, and orchestrating the massacre of the Swiss Guards in 1792. The most infamous charge was that she sexually abused her son. This was according to Louis Charles, who, through his coaching by Hébert and his guardian, accused his mother. After being reminded that she had not answered the charge of incest, Marie Antoinette protested emotionally to the accusation, and the women present in the courtroom äóî the market women who had stormed the palace for her entrails in 1789 äóî even began to support her.[125] She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, "If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother." Funerary monument to King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette, sculptures by Edme Gaulle and Pierre Petitot in the Basilica of St Denis In reality the outcome of the trial had already been decided by the Committee of Public Safety around the time the Carnation Plot was uncovered, and she was declared guilty of treason in the early morning of 16 October, after two days of proceedings.[126] Back in her cell, she composed a letter to her sister-in-law Madame élisabeth, affirming her clear conscience, her Catholic faith and her feelings for her children. The letter did not reach élisabeth.[127] On the same day, her hair was cut off and she was driven through Paris in an open cart, wearing a simple white dress. At 12:15 p.m., two and a half weeks before her thirty-eighth birthday, she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution (present-day Place de la Concorde).[128][129] Her last words were "Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it", to Henri Sanson the executioner, whose foot she had accidentally stepped on after climbing the scaffold. Her body was thrown into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery, rue d'Anjou, (which was closed the following year). Her sister-in-law élisabeth was executed in 1794 and her son died in prison in 1795. Her daughter returned to Austria in a prisoner exchange, married and died childless in 1851.[130] Both Marie Antoinette's body and that of Louis XVI were exhumed on 18 January 1815, during the Bourbon Restoration, when the comte de Provence had become King Louis XVIII. Christian burial of the royal remains took place three days later, on 21 January, in the necropolis of French Kings at the Basilica of St Denis.[131] 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Jeunesse trop coquette. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics La Guillotine. DéTESTABLE Antoinette, C'est donc en ce moment, Que l'on va voir ta tête Tomber sous mon tranchant, Pour prix de tes forfaits: C'est là ta récompense, Ayant par tes projets, Voulu perdre la France. Antoinette. Cruelle guillotine, Que tu me fais frémir, Lorsque plus j'examine, Que je m'en vais mourir, Moi qui fus ci-devant, Souveraine sur terre: Faut-il donc maintenant, Terminer ma carriere? La Guillotine. Maudite créature, Des français le fléau; Ton supplice, je jure, N'est qu'un foible tableau Des noires cruautés, Qui, par ta manigance, Furent tant exercés Sur le peuple de france. Antoinette. Machine épouvantable, Effroi du genre humain, En quoi suis-je coupable, Explique-toi soudain, Veux-tu me reprocher Mon trop d'indépendance; Tu devrois m'en passer J'avois tout en puissance. La guillotine. C'est justement, coquine, Ce dont chacun se plaint, Le mal par origine Dans ton coeur est empreint, Peux-tu me dêmentir, Te retraçant tes crimes? Combien fis-tu périr D'innocentes victimes? Antoinette. J'avouerai sans mystère, Qu'en quittant mon pays Je reçus ma mère De très mauvais avis; Moi, pour la contenter, Jalouse de lui plaire, Je promis d'outrager Le françois débonnaire. La guillotine. C'est donc cela, cruelle, Qui te fit un sujet Pour troubler la cervelle A ton mari Capet, Sot et mal avisé, Sans foi ni sans justice, Il fut en verité De tes fautes complices. Antoinette. Il faut en conscience Dire qu'au dix aout, Je fus de connivence Avec feu mon époux: Les Suisses nous avons Sut gagner par finesse, C'étoit, nous conviendrons, Agir avec adresse. La guillotine. Pétion te fut propice, Quoiqu'en te donnant tort; Aussi pour sa malice, Il subira ton sort, Et tous les scélérats Qui formèrent ta clique, Vont tous sauter le pas, La chose est authentique. Antoinette. Je sens que je succombe, Finissons ce discours Et que ma tête tombe; Il le faut en ce jour. Recevez mes adieux, Aimable république, J'ai les larmes aux yeux, Voilà ma fin tragique. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 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. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 37 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Subtitle Avec la Guillotine, le jour de son exécution. Air: Jeunesse trop coquette. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Antoinette" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Marie Antoinette; baptised Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna (or Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna);2 November 1755 - 16 October 1793), born an archduchess of Austria, was Dauphine of France from 1770 to 1774 and Queen of France and Navarre from 1774 to 1792. She was the fifteenth and penultimate child of Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and Empress Maria Theresa.</p> <p>In April 1770, on the day of her marriage to Louis-Auguste, Dauphin of France, she became Dauphine of France. Marie Antoinette assumed the title of Queen of France and of Navarre when her husband, Louis XVI of France, ascended the throne upon the death of Louis XV in May 1774. After seven years of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Marie-Thérse Charlotte, the first of four children.</p> <p>Initially charmed by her personality and beauty, the French people generally came to dislike her, accusing "L'Autrichienne" (meaning the Austrian (woman) in French) of being profligate, promiscuous, and of harboring sympathies for France's enemies, particularly Austria, her country of origin. The Diamond Necklace incident further ruined her reputation. Although she was completely innocent in this affair, she became known as Madame Déficit.</p> <p>The royal family's flight to Varennes had disastrous effects on French popular opinion, Louis XVI was deposed and the monarchy abolished on 21 September 1792; the royal family was subsequently imprisoned at the Temple Prison. Eight months after her husband's execution, Marie Antoinette was herself tried, convicted by the Convention for treason to the principles of the revolution, and executed by guillotine on 16 October 1793.</p> <p>Louis was executed on 21 January 1793, at the age of thirty-eight. The result was that the "Widow Capet", as the former queen was called after the death of her husband, plunged into deep mourning; she refused to eat or do any exercise. There is no knowledge of her proclaiming her son as Louis XVII; however, the comte de Provence, in exile, recognised his nephew as the new king of France and took the title of Regent. Marie-Antoinette's health rapidly deteriorated in the following months. By this time she suffered from tuberculosis and possibly uterine cancer, which caused her to hemorrhage frequently.</p> <p>Despite her condition, the debate as to her fate was the central question of the National Convention after Louis's death. There were those who had been advocating her death for some time, while some had the idea of exchanging her for French prisoners of war or for a ransom from the Holy Roman Emperor. Thomas Paine advocated exile to America. Starting in April, however, a Committee of Public Safety was formed, and men such as Jacques Hébert were beginning to call for Antoinette's trial; by the end of May, the Girondins had been chased out of power and arrested. Other calls were made to "retrain" the Dauphin, to make him more pliant to revolutionary ideas. This was carried out when the eight-year-old boy Louis Charles was separated from Antoinette on 3 July, and given to the care of a cobbler. On 1 August, she herself was taken out of the Tower and entered into the Conciergerie as Prisoner No. 280. Despite various attempts to get her out, such as the Carnation Plot in September, Marie Antoinette refused when the plots for her escape were brought to her attention. While in the Conciergerie, she was attended by her last servant, Rosalie Lamorlire.</p> <p>She was finally tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal on 14 October. Unlike the king, who had been given time to prepare a defence, the queen's trial was far more of a sham, considering the time she was given (less than one day). Among the things she was accused of (most, if not all, of the accusations were untrue and probably lifted from rumours begun by libelles) were orchestrating orgies in Versailles, sending millions of livres of treasury money to Austria, plotting to kill the Duke of Orléans, incest with her son, declaring her son to be the new king of France, and orchestrating the massacre of the Swiss Guards in 1792.</p> <p>The most infamous charge was that she sexually abused her son. This was according to Louis Charles, who, through his coaching by Hébert and his guardian, accused his mother. After being reminded that she had not answered the charge of incest, Marie Antoinette protested emotionally to the accusation, and the women present in the courtroom and the market women who had stormed the palace for her entrails in 1789, even began to support her. She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, "If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother."</p> <p>In reality the outcome of the trial had already been decided by the Committee of Public Safety around the time the Carnation Plot was uncovered, and she was declared guilty of treason in the early morning of 16 October, after two days of proceedings. Back in her cell, she composed a letter to her sister-in-law Madame élisabeth, affirming her clear conscience, her Catholic faith and her feelings for her children. The letter did not reach élisabeth.</p> <p>On the same day, her hair was cut off and she was driven through Paris in an open cart, wearing a simple white dress. At 12:15 p.m., two and a half weeks before her thirty-eighth birthday, she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution (present-day Place de la Concorde). Her last words were "Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it", to Henri Sanson the executioner, whose foot she had accidentally stepped on after climbing the scaffold. Her body was thrown into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery, rue d'Anjou, (which was closed the following year).</p> <p>Her sister-in-law élisabeth was executed in 1794 and her son died in prison in 1795. Her daughter returned to Austria in a prisoner exchange, married and died childless in 1851.</p> <p>Both Marie Antoinette's body and that of Louis XVI were exhumed on 18 January 1815, during the Bourbon Restoration, when the comte de Provence had become King Louis XVIII. Christian burial of the royal remains took place three days later, on 21 January, in the necropolis of French Kings at the Basilica of St Denis.</p> <p> </p> 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 DIALOGUE DE LA TIGRESSE ANTOINETTE, Female guillotine treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d863fc8d862d8129477177e85935b81d.png de85e46a0500f5227a13ce676d596bd0 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Il faut mourir, ma sentence est rendue, Mais ce seul mot me rend toute esperdue, Me faut mourir dessus un echaffaut. C'est pour punir mes trop cruels deffauts, Et aujourd'huy on abrège ma vie Pour expier mes grandes perfidies. On n'a jamais veu femme dans le monde Ainsi que moy faire crimes immondes; J'ay irrité et la terre et le ciel, Et j'ay commis de grands péchés mortels, Car j'ai tué par poison mon cher frère Lequel m'aimoit d'une amour singulière J'avois en main certain apotiquaire Que je payois d'une bonne manière, J'avois aussi un fripon de laquais Lequel faisoit à peu près mes souhaits, Je leur donnois de l'argent grande somme, Et eux passoient toujours pour honneste-hommes. De ce poison le traistre apotiquaire Me fournissoit de beaucoup de manière: Il enfaisoit pour un an, pour six mois, Il m'en donnoit ainsi que je voulois Que je faisois prendre comme une infame A ceux de qui je voulois ravir l'ame. Dieu tout puissant permit que ce perfide Lequel estoit devant luy homicide Vint à mourir, et que ses héritiers Parmi ses biens, richesses et papiers Trouverent las! la maudite cassette Là où estoit le poison manifeste. On reconnut ma grande perfidie, Comment j'avais las! abrégé la vie A mon frère qui me chérissoit tant, Dont à présent j'ay le coeur mal content; Dans l'ame j'ay très-forte repentance: Ma teste va servir de pénitence. Mon laquais pris, en prison on le mene Où on luy fit souffrir beaucoup de peines, Il raconta toute ma trahison, Comment j'usois de ce maudit poison; Pour ce sujet il fut mené en Grève, Où il mourut en peines très-grièves. Moy je m'en fuis en grande diligence Abandonnant le royaume de France, Je fus roder de pays en pays Bien éloignée de parens et amis, Pour me sauver je fus en Angleterre, En [la] Hollande et plusieurs autres terres. Mais Dieu, lassé de mes crime et offence A suscité un officier de France Qui me connut et viste me saisit: En sauve-garde [tout] soudain il me mit, Et à Paris on m'ameine bien viste: Pour m'amener j'avois fort bonne suite. Mon procès fait, ce coup il faut paroistre Sur l'echaffaut, c'est pour couper ma teste, Auparavant je fais déclaration De mes forfaits et mauvaises actions, Car j'ay commis des actions si noires Qu'il n'y a point d'écrites dans l'histoire. Comme j'ay dit, j'ay fait mourir mon frère Par le poison d'une mort très-amère, Je croyois bien faire mourir mon mary, Mais le poison n'eut pas pouvoir sur luy: Diligemment il usa de remede, Et son remede à mon poison succede. J'ay bien pis fait, mais je ne l'ose dire, J'ay fait mourir mon pere en [grand] martyre, En luy donnant de ce maudit poison L'ay fait pâtir longtemps dans ma maison Et à la fin il est mort comme etique, Par ma fraude et ma noire pratique. Je demande pardon à mon cher pere, Pareillement aussi à mon cher frère, Je demande pardon à mes parens, Je demande pardon à mes enfans, Je demande pardon à l'assistance, Je meurs, je meurs avec grand repentance. Mon cher mary, pardon je vous demande D'avoir commis une faute si grande; Je croyois bien vous tuer par poison Bien préparé par ma grand trahison, Mais Dieu très-bon vous conserve la vie: La mienne va ce coup estre finie. Ce n'est pas tout que de perdre la vie, Mes entrailles s'en vont estre rotties, Et dans ce lieu on va brùler mon corps, Encor qu'il soit déjà au rang des morts, Contemplez moy, très-illustre noblesse: Ma sentence me réduit en faiblesse. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1676 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <p>image is from another pamphlet, Musee Carnavalet, estampe HIST PC 001 TerG (in Bastien, execution publique a Paris)</p> <p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madame_de_Brinvilliers" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Marie-Madeleine-Marguerite d'Aubray, Marquise de Brinvilliers (22 July 1630 - 17 July 1676) conspired with her lover, army captain Godin de Sainte-Croix to poison her father Antonine Dreux d'Aubray in 1666 and two of her brothers, Antoine d'Aubray and Franois d'Aubray, in 1670, in order to inherit their estates. There were also rumors that she had poisoned poor people during her visits to hospitals. </p> <p>She appears to have used Tofana poison, whose recipe she seems to have learned from her lover, the Chevalier de Sainte Croix, who had learned it from Exili, an Italian poisoner, who had been his cellmate in the Bastille. Her accomplice Sainte-Croix had died of natural causes in 1672.</p> <p>In 1675, she fled to England, Germany, and a convent, but was arrested in Lige. She was forced to confess and sentenced to death. On 17 July 1676, she was tortured with the water cure, that is, forced to drink sixteen pints of water. She was then beheaded and her body was burned at the stake.</p> <p>Her trial and the attendant scandal launched the Affair of the Poisons, which saw several French aristocrats charged with poison and witchcraft.</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_de_Rabutin-Chantal,_marquise_de_S%C3%A9vign%C3%A9" target="_blank">Madame de Sevigné:</a> Encore un petit mot de la Brinvilliers : elle est morte comme elle a vécu, c'est-à-dire résolument. Elle entra dans le lieu où l'on devoit lui donner la question ; et voyant trois seaux d'eau : Œ‚ C'est assurément pour me noyer, dit-elle ; car de la taille dont je suis, on ne prétend pas que je boive tout cela. Œé Elle écouta son arrt, ds le matin, sans frayeur ni sans foiblesse ; et sur la fin, elle le fit recommencer, disant que ce tombereau l'avoit frappée d'abord, et qu'elle en avoit perdu l'attention pour le reste. Elle dit à son confesseur, par le chemin, de faire mettre le bourreau devant elle, Œ‚ afin de ne point voir, dit-elle, ce coquin de Desgrais qui m'a prise : Œé il étoit à cheval devant le tombereau. Son confesseur la reprit de ce sentiment ; elle dit : Œ‚ Ah mon Dieu ! je vous en demande pardon ; qu'on me laisse donc cette étrange vue ; Œé et monta seule et nu-pieds sur l'échelle et sur l'échafaud, et fut un quart d'heure mirodée, rasée, dressée et redressée, par le bourreau : ce fut un grand murmure et une grande cruauté. Le lendemain on cherchoit ses os, parce que le peuple disoit qu'elle étoit sainte. Elle avoit, dit-elle, deux confesseurs : l'un disoit qu'il falloit tout dire, et l'autre non ; elle rioit de cette 1676 diversité, disant : Œ‚ Je peux faire en conscience tout ce qu'il me plaira : Œé il lui a plu de ne rien dire du tout. Penautier sortira un peu plus blanc que de la neige : le public n'est point content, on dit que tout cela est trouble. Admirez le malheur : cette créature a refusé d'apprendre ce qu'on vouloit, et a dit ce qu'on ne demandoit pas ; par exemple, elle dit que M. Foucquet avoit envoyé Glaser, leur apothicaire empoisonneur, en Italie, pour avoir d'une herbe qui fait du poison : elle a entendu dire cette belle chose à Sainte-Croix. Voyez quel excs d'accablement, et quel prétexte pour achever ce misérable. Tout cela est encore bien suspect. On ajoute encore bien des choses ; mais en voilà assez pour aujourd'hui.</p> Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading, burning of remains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 45 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, place de Greve Subtitle qui a esté condamnée à faire amende honourable devant nostre dame, et de la conduit à la grève pour y estre décolleté et ensuite jetée au feu, pour avoir empoisonné son Pere, ses frères, et quantité d’autres gens de condition Image / Audio Credit <a href="http://parismuseescollections.paris.fr/fr/musee-carnavalet/oeuvres/l-execution-remarquable-de-madame-de-brinvilliers#infos-principales" target="_blank">Les musées de la ville de Paris record</a><br /><br /><br /> Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/998">La déclaration des crimes de madame de Brinvilliers</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 L’execution remarquable de Mme de Brinvilliers, beheading burning of remains Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1fa6e4f7c9dcb69e1a828126cdde2f7f.jpg afd1acd7d6d44b1ef5f402e7bdbd3ffd https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/003e557b98627fc428b24fbc6c20a888.jpg 24bd4e6f3ec9a0617bef1fa34d32bbde 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Bonsoir ma jeune & belle amie. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics JOUR fatal, on connait mon crime Je croyais qu'il étoit caché (bis). Aujourd'ui je me vois victime De tous tes maux (bis) que j'ai cherché. bis Faut-il donc que la guillotine Aujourd'ui termine mes jours! Moi qui croyais être divine, On reconnait tous mes détours. Quoi donc, moi, Marie-Antoinette, Princesse & reine des français, Aujourd'hui l'on veut ma défaite, Pour punir mes sanglans forfaits. Moi qui menais à la baguette Ce peuple qui veut mon malheur! Que ne viens-tu cher La Fayette Me consoler dans ma douleur. Je croyois un jour dans mon âme, Nager dans le sang des français, Mais de mon infernale flame La mort confond tous les projets. Que d'amis j'avais dans la france, Mais il n'osent plus me parler; La loi leur en fait la défense Et son glaive les fait trembler. Il faut donc que ce fatal glaive Ote l'existence à mon corps! J'imagine que c'est un rêve D'être bientôt au rang des morts. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793< Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Antoinette; baptised Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna (or Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna);2 November 1755 - 16 October 1793), born an archduchess of Austria, was Dauphine of France from 1770 to 1774 and Queen of France and Navarre from 1774 to 1792. She was the fifteenth and penultimate child of Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and Empress Maria Theresa. In April 1770, on the day of her marriage to Louis-Auguste, Dauphin of France, she became Dauphine of France. Marie Antoinette assumed the title of Queen of France and of Navarre when her husband, Louis XVI of France, ascended the throne upon the death of Louis XV in May 1774. After seven years of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Marie-Thérse Charlotte, the first of four children. Initially charmed by her personality and beauty, the French people generally came to dislike her, accusing "L'Autrichienne" (meaning the Austrian (woman) in French) of being profligate, promiscuous,[2] and of harboring sympathies for France's enemies, particularly Austria, her country of origin.[3] The Diamond Necklace incident further ruined her reputation. Although she was completely innocent in this affair, she became known as Madame Déficit. The royal family's flight to Varennes had disastrous effects on French popular opinion, Louis XVI was deposed and the monarchy abolished on 21 September 1792; the royal family was subsequently imprisoned at the Temple Prison. Eight months after her husband's execution, Marie Antoinette was herself tried, convicted by the Convention for treason to the principles of the revolution, and executed by guillotine on 16 October 1793. 1793: "Widow Capet," Trial, and Death Marie Antoinette on the way to the guillotine. (Pen and ink by Jacques-Louis David, 16 October 1793) Marie Antoinette's execution on 16 October 1793. Louis was executed on 21 January 1793, at the age of thirty-eight.[118] The result was that the "Widow Capet", as the former queen was called after the death of her husband, plunged into deep mourning; she refused to eat or do any exercise. There is no knowledge of her proclaiming her son as Louis XVII; however, the comte de Provence, in exile, recognised his nephew as the new king of France and took the title of Regent. Marie-Antoinette's health rapidly deteriorated in the following months. By this time she suffered from tuberculosis and possibly uterine cancer, which caused her to hemorrhage frequently.[119] Despite her condition, the debate as to her fate was the central question of the National Convention after Louis's death. There were those who had been advocating her death for some time, while some had the idea of exchanging her for French prisoners of war or for a ransom from the Holy Roman Emperor. Thomas Paine advocated exile to America.[120] Starting in April, however, a Committee of Public Safety was formed, and men such as Jacques Hébert were beginning to call for Antoinette's trial; by the end of May, the Girondins had been chased out of power and arrested.[121] Other calls were made to "retrain" the Dauphin, to make him more pliant to revolutionary ideas. This was carried out when the eight-year-old boy Louis Charles was separated from Antoinette on 3 July, and given to the care of a cobbler.[122] On 1 August, she herself was taken out of the Tower and entered into the Conciergerie as Prisoner No. 280.[123] Despite various attempts to get her out, such as the Carnation Plot in September, Marie Antoinette refused when the plots for her escape were brought to her attention.[124] While in the Conciergerie, she was attended by her last servant, Rosalie Lamorlire. She was finally tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal on 14 October. Unlike the king, who had been given time to prepare a defence, the queen's trial was far more of a sham, considering the time she was given (less than one day). Among the things she was accused of (most, if not all, of the accusations were untrue and probably lifted from rumours begun by libelles) were orchestrating orgies in Versailles, sending millions of livres of treasury money to Austria, plotting to kill the Duke of Orléans, incest with her son, declaring her son to be the new king of France, and orchestrating the massacre of the Swiss Guards in 1792. The most infamous charge was that she sexually abused her son. This was according to Louis Charles, who, through his coaching by Hébert and his guardian, accused his mother. After being reminded that she had not answered the charge of incest, Marie Antoinette protested emotionally to the accusation, and the women present in the courtroom äóî the market women who had stormed the palace for her entrails in 1789 äóî even began to support her.[125] She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, "If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother." Funerary monument to King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette, sculptures by Edme Gaulle and Pierre Petitot in the Basilica of St Denis In reality the outcome of the trial had already been decided by the Committee of Public Safety around the time the Carnation Plot was uncovered, and she was declared guilty of treason in the early morning of 16 October, after two days of proceedings.[126] Back in her cell, she composed a letter to her sister-in-law Madame élisabeth, affirming her clear conscience, her Catholic faith and her feelings for her children. The letter did not reach élisabeth.[127] On the same day, her hair was cut off and she was driven through Paris in an open cart, wearing a simple white dress. At 12:15 p.m., two and a half weeks before her thirty-eighth birthday, she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution (present-day Place de la Concorde).[128][129] Her last words were "Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it", to Henri Sanson the executioner, whose foot she had accidentally stepped on after climbing the scaffold. Her body was thrown into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery, rue d'Anjou, (which was closed the following year). Her sister-in-law élisabeth was executed in 1794 and her son died in prison in 1795. Her daughter returned to Austria in a prisoner exchange, married and died childless in 1851.[130] Both Marie Antoinette's body and that of Louis XVI were exhumed on 18 January 1815, during the Bourbon Restoration, when the comte de Provence had become King Louis XVIII. Christian burial of the royal remains took place three days later, on 21 January, in the necropolis of French Kings at the Basilica of St Denis.[131] 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. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 37 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Subtitle Air: Bonsoir ma jeune & belle amie. Par Ladré. Image / Audio Credit BnF Franois Mittérand, Recueil de chansons Ye 56375, 161-240 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 L'orgueil de Marie-Antoinette, confondue par la guillotine. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A vous, mon Dieu, je me confesse, Comme méchante pécheresse, Et vous prie de tout mon coeur De prendre en gré ma pénitence, Et me pardonner mes offences Que je déteste avec douleur. Je suis perverse créature, J'ay abusé de la nature, Plusieurs fois j'ay violé ma foy, Je suis pleine d'ingratitude, A mal faire j'ay fait étude Contre vous, grand Dieu, et la loy. Dedans ma plus tendre jeunesse J'usois de ruses et finesses, Je m'adonnois du tout au mal; Quoy qu'on prit peine à m'instruire Je ne m'amusois rien qu'à rire, A danser et aller au bal. Bref j'ay commis beaucoup de crimes, De quoy je faisois peu d'estime, Et mme par un grand effort J'ay tant fait que mon trs-cher pre J'ay réduit comme une mégre Dessous l'étendart de la mort. Un Godin et un La Chaussée Savoient mes secrets et pensées Comme complices de mes faits. L'un faisoit le poison sans doute, L'autre mettoit tout en déroute Par les poisons les plus infects. Godin introduit chez mes frres La Chaussée par trop téméraire Qui mes frres empoisonna;* Le dernier mort sans nul doutance Du poison donna connoissance: La Chaussée on emprisonna. On fit en grande diligence Le procs sans nulle doutance A La Chaussée trop criminel, Qui déclara à la justice Ses par trop détestables vices Et son péché par trop cruel. Godin sans nul doute il accuse, Et point du tout il ne m'excuse: Promptement il fut condamné Par le sénat et la justice Qui pour le punir de son vice Ont commandé qu'il fut roué.** Ce fut dans la place de Grve Qu'il fut rompu sans nulle trve, En présence des assistans; Et moy sachant cette nouvelle, Bien vite je bandé mes voiles Pour me sauver bien loin aux champs. Pourtant dans la ville de Liége *** Ce caresme on me prit au piége, Et à Paris on m'amena [april 1676] Jusque à la Conciergerie Pour faire enqueste de ma vie Qui beaucoup de monde étonna. Il y a déja quatre lunes Qu'une prison trop importune A renfermé mon chétif corps: Plut à Dieu qu'une maladie M'eust maintenant privé de vie Et réduite au nombre des morts. Je ne serois pas dans la crainte De me voir mener sans nul feinte A la mort trs-honteusement, Quoy que mon advocat fidle [Nivelle avocat au Parlement] Témoigne enverse moy un grand zle, Plaidant pour moy éloquamment. Mais ma trop maudite cassette Cause que dessus la sellette On m'a mis assez rudement, Et ce qui choque plus mon âme C'est qu'on m'a mis comme la femme D'un berger ou d'un artisant. Une fois j'y fus bien trois heures, C'est pour moy piteuse demeure, Je voudrois estre en Portugal, Ou dans quelque autres estrange terre, Car mes péchés me font la guerre Et me cause un estrange mal. Pourtant dans mes peine et souffrance Il me faut piller patience; Grand Dieu, ayez pitié de moy, Je suis toute couverte de crimes, Je suis la véritable abyme De l'équité et de la loy. Je perds beaucoup de personnages Par mon poison et grand outrage, Plusieurs sont dejà en prison Qui pour moy souffrent grandes peines Dans les cachots, couverts de chesnes, En trs-grand tribulation. De quantités je suis maudite: On voudroit que je fus détruite, Mon advocat tient toujours bon, Et toujours il plaide ma cause: Nonobstant tout cela je n'ose Espérer sortir de prison. De beaucoup je suis accusée Quantités me nomme rusée D'avoir fait ma confession. Ma confession est écrite, Mon advocat dessus médite, Cherchant mon absolution. Peut-on absoudre une personne Qui à tout vice s'abandonne Et délaisse son Créateur, Qui defait pre, soeur et frre, Et qui aux humains fait la guerre, Les faisant mourir en langueur? Mon poison, chose véritable, Se pouvoit donner à la table, A la promenade et au lit, Aux gands, bouquets et aux épingles, Aux médecines et seringues: Partout il faisoit son délit. Mais à ce coup faut que je meure; Me voicy à ma dernire heure: Je dis adieu à mes enfans, A mes parens, à l'assistance, Je meurs dans les peines et souffrance; Mon sépulchre sera ardans. Adieu, adieu, belle noblesse, Toutes mes ruses et finesses Ne m'ont servy aucunement: Il faut paroistre en personne, Et d'un seul coup que l'on me donne, On me renverse au monument. Notes: Godin= Gaudin de Sainte-Croix, amant de la marquise, mort en juillet 1672. La Chaussée= D'abord valet de Sainte-Croix, puis de la marquise et enfin du conseiller d'Aubray frere de cette derniere. * en 1670 ** l'arrt est du 24 mars 1673 *** she was arrested in the convent in Liege where she had taken sanctuary by the policeman Desgrais who disguised himself as an abbé Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1676 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <p>Anne Somerset - The Affair of the Poisons: Murder, Infanticide, and Satanism at the Court of Louis XIV (St. Martin's Press (October 12, 2003)<br /><br /><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affair_of_the_Poisons" target="_blank">The affair of the poisons</a></p> <p>Strange revelations : magic, poison, and sacrilege in Louis XIV's France / Lynn Wood Mollenauer. Pennsylvania State University Press ; [London : Eurospan, distributor], c2007</p> <p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madame_de_Brinvilliers" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Marie-Madeleine-Marguerite d'Aubray, Marquise de Brinvilliers (22 July 1630 - 17 July 1676) conspired with her lover, army captain Godin de Sainte-Croix to poison her father Antonine Dreux d'Aubray in 1666 and two of her brothers, Antoine d'Aubray and Franois d'Aubray, in 1670, in order to inherit their estates. There were also rumors that she had poisoned poor people during her visits to hospitals.</p> <p>She appears to have used Tofana poison, whose recipe she seems to have learned from her lover, the Chevalier de Sainte Croix, who had learned it from Exili, an Italian poisoner, who had been his cellmate in the Bastille. Her accomplice Sainte-Croix had died of natural causes in 1672.</p> <p>In 1675, she fled to England, Germany, and a convent, but was arrested in Lige. She was forced to confess and sentenced to death. On 17 July 1676, she was tortured with the water cure, that is, forced to drink sixteen pints of water. She was then beheaded and her body was burned at the stake.</p> <p>Her trial and the attendant scandal launched the Affair of the Poisons, which saw several French aristocrats charged with poison and witchcraft.</p> <p> </p> <p>Madame de Sevigné: Encore un petit mot de la Brinvilliers : elle est morte comme elle a vécu, c'est-à-dire résolument. Elle entra dans le lieu où l'on devoit lui donner la question ; et voyant trois seaux d'eau : Œ‚ C'est assurément pour me noyer, dit-elle ; car de la taille dont je suis, on ne prétend pas que je boive tout cela. Œé Elle écouta son arrt, ds le matin, sans frayeur ni sans foiblesse ; et sur la fin, elle le fit recommencer, disant que ce tombereau l'avoit frappée d'abord, et qu'elle en avoit perdu l'attention pour le reste. Elle dit à son confesseur, par le chemin, de faire mettre le bourreau devant elle, Œ‚ afin de ne point voir, dit-elle, ce coquin de Desgrais qui m'a prise : Œé il étoit à cheval devant le tombereau. Son confesseur la reprit de ce sentiment ; elle dit : Œ‚ Ah mon Dieu ! je vous en demande pardon ; qu'on me laisse donc cette étrange vue ; Œé et monta seule et nu-pieds sur l'échelle et sur l'échafaud, et fut un quart d'heure mirodée, rasée, dressée et redressée, par le bourreau : ce fut un grand murmure et une grande cruauté. Le lendemain on cherchoit ses os, parce que le peuple disoit qu'elle étoit sainte. Elle avoit, dit-elle, deux confesseurs : l'un disoit qu'il falloit tout dire, et l'autre non ; elle rioit de cette 1676 diversité, disant : Œ‚ Je peux faire en conscience tout ce qu'il me plaira : Œé il lui a plu de ne rien dire du tout. Penautier sortira un peu plus blanc que de la neige : le public n'est point content, on dit que tout cela est trouble. Admirez le malheur : cette créature a refusé d'apprendre ce qu'on vouloit, et a dit ce qu'on ne demandoit pas ; par exemple, elle dit que M. Foucquet avoit envoyé Glaser, leur apothicaire empoisonneur, en Italie, pour avoir d'une herbe qui fait du poison : elle a entendu dire cette belle chose à Sainte-Croix. Voyez quel excs d'accablement, et quel prétexte pour achever ce misérable. Tout cela est encore bien suspect. On ajoute encore bien des choses ; mais en voilà assez pour aujourd'hui.</p> Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading, burning of remains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 45 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, place de Greve Subtitle faite par elle-même, estant prisonnière en la conciergerie du palais, au grand étonnement de tous les assistans avec les dernières parolles qu'elle a prononcée sur l'échaffaut. Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/994">L’execution remarquable de Mme de Brinvilliers</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 La déclaration des crimes de madame de Brinvilliers, beheading burning of remains Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/12c193edf15605469dd9165d0e32fe42.jpg f8af528b1c72944f4ac3ecc9395b09fc https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a445fa88c53b5f9f4b1e1c40c5127d82.jpg 398d770a4b6eb91ee6d06185439c0283 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/45a8f4eaca2ed594a5cebe7ad8716a0f.jpg afd1acd7d6d44b1ef5f402e7bdbd3ffd 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Air connu. Par Ladré Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics AH, quel moment terrible, Fatale nation, De mon coeur insensible, C'est la punition Qu'il faut subir, Hélas, je vais mourir, Ah! quelle horreur, Moi fille d'empereur. Moi qui jadis fut reine, L'on me condamne à mort, Ayant brisé la chaine, Le peuple voit mon tort, Ma trahison, Me fit mettre en prison, Et mon orgueil Me conduit au cercueil. Pour soutenir l'empire Contre la liberté, Aujourd'hui si j'expire, Je l'ai bien mérité, Par mes forfaits J'ai trahi les franais, Mon grand desir Etoit de réussir. Autrefois à mes ordres Le peuple était soumis, Par mes sanglans désordres, Des millions d'ennemis Sont contre moi, Par eux, Louis, leur roi, Perdit le jour, Aujourd'hui c'est mon tour. Moi qui, comme une idole, Fut du peuple adorée, Par une libre école Il fut trop éclairé. A mon égard, Sur moi jette un regard plein de mépris, Et sur-tout à Paris. J'avais grande espérance Que les rois, mes parents, Rétabliraient en france La puissance des grands, Mais je vois bien Que malgré ce soutien, Les franais forts Vaincront tous leurs efforts. Madame Guillotine Est ma dame d'honneur. Pour moi plus de cuisine, Adieu l'appât flatteur Des courtisans; Adieu tous mes amans; Je meurs, hélas, Par un rude trépas. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793< Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Antoinette; baptised Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna (or Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna);2 November 1755 äóñ 16 October 1793), born an archduchess of Austria, was Dauphine of France from 1770 to 1774 and Queen of France and Navarre from 1774 to 1792. She was the fifteenth and penultimate child of Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and Empress Maria Theresa. In April 1770, on the day of her marriage to Louis-Auguste, Dauphin of France, she became Dauphine of France. Marie Antoinette assumed the title of Queen of France and of Navarre when her husband, Louis XVI of France, ascended the throne upon the death of Louis XV in May 1774. After seven years of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Marie-Thérse Charlotte, the first of four children. Initially charmed by her personality and beauty, the French people generally came to dislike her, accusing "L'Autrichienne" (meaning the Austrian (woman) in French) of being profligate, promiscuous,[2] and of harboring sympathies for France's enemies, particularly Austria, her country of origin.[3] The Diamond Necklace incident further ruined her reputation. Although she was completely innocent in this affair, she became known as Madame Déficit. The royal family's flight to Varennes had disastrous effects on French popular opinion, Louis XVI was deposed and the monarchy abolished on 21 September 1792; the royal family was subsequently imprisoned at the Temple Prison. Eight months after her husband's execution, Marie Antoinette was herself tried, convicted by the Convention for treason to the principles of the revolution, and executed by guillotine on 16 October 1793. 1793: "Widow Capet," Trial, and Death Marie Antoinette on the way to the guillotine. (Pen and ink by Jacques-Louis David, 16 October 1793) Marie Antoinette's execution on 16 October 1793. Louis was executed on 21 January 1793, at the age of thirty-eight.[118] The result was that the "Widow Capet", as the former queen was called after the death of her husband, plunged into deep mourning; she refused to eat or do any exercise. There is no knowledge of her proclaiming her son as Louis XVII; however, the comte de Provence, in exile, recognised his nephew as the new king of France and took the title of Regent. Marie-Antoinette's health rapidly deteriorated in the following months. By this time she suffered from tuberculosis and possibly uterine cancer, which caused her to hemorrhage frequently.[119] Despite her condition, the debate as to her fate was the central question of the National Convention after Louis's death. There were those who had been advocating her death for some time, while some had the idea of exchanging her for French prisoners of war or for a ransom from the Holy Roman Emperor. Thomas Paine advocated exile to America.[120] Starting in April, however, a Committee of Public Safety was formed, and men such as Jacques Hébert were beginning to call for Antoinette's trial; by the end of May, the Girondins had been chased out of power and arrested.[121] Other calls were made to "retrain" the Dauphin, to make him more pliant to revolutionary ideas. This was carried out when the eight-year-old boy Louis Charles was separated from Antoinette on 3 July, and given to the care of a cobbler.[122] On 1 August, she herself was taken out of the Tower and entered into the Conciergerie as Prisoner No. 280.[123] Despite various attempts to get her out, such as the Carnation Plot in September, Marie Antoinette refused when the plots for her escape were brought to her attention.[124] While in the Conciergerie, she was attended by her last servant, Rosalie Lamorlire. She was finally tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal on 14 October. Unlike the king, who had been given time to prepare a defence, the queen's trial was far more of a sham, considering the time she was given (less than one day). Among the things she was accused of (most, if not all, of the accusations were untrue and probably lifted from rumours begun by libelles) were orchestrating orgies in Versailles, sending millions of livres of treasury money to Austria, plotting to kill the Duke of Orléans, incest with her son, declaring her son to be the new king of France, and orchestrating the massacre of the Swiss Guards in 1792. The most infamous charge was that she sexually abused her son. This was according to Louis Charles, who, through his coaching by Hébert and his guardian, accused his mother. After being reminded that she had not answered the charge of incest, Marie Antoinette protested emotionally to the accusation, and the women present in the courtroom äóî the market women who had stormed the palace for her entrails in 1789 äóî even began to support her.[125] She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, "If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother." Funerary monument to King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette, sculptures by Edme Gaulle and Pierre Petitot in the Basilica of St Denis In reality the outcome of the trial had already been decided by the Committee of Public Safety around the time the Carnation Plot was uncovered, and she was declared guilty of treason in the early morning of 16 October, after two days of proceedings.[126] Back in her cell, she composed a letter to her sister-in-law Madame élisabeth, affirming her clear conscience, her Catholic faith and her feelings for her children. The letter did not reach élisabeth.[127] On the same day, her hair was cut off and she was driven through Paris in an open cart, wearing a simple white dress. At 12:15 p.m., two and a half weeks before her thirty-eighth birthday, she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution (present-day Place de la Concorde).[128][129] Her last words were "Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it", to Henri Sanson the executioner, whose foot she had accidentally stepped on after climbing the scaffold. Her body was thrown into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery, rue d'Anjou, (which was closed the following year). Her sister-in-law élisabeth was executed in 1794 and her son died in prison in 1795. Her daughter returned to Austria in a prisoner exchange, married and died childless in 1851.[130] Both Marie Antoinette's body and that of Louis XVI were exhumed on 18 January 1815, during the Bourbon Restoration, when the comte de Provence had become King Louis XVIII. Christian burial of the royal remains took place three days later, on 21 January, in the necropolis of French Kings at the Basilica of St Denis.[131] 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. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 37 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Subtitle ci-devant reine des français, condamnée et exécuté à mort, le 16 octobre, 1793. Air connu. Par Ladré 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 La Mort de Marie-Antoinette Female French guillotine treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/944c94c5dfb82d7e7fe3e97466723d4c.jpg 6ba2623caded67a8036017b1e889c0c2 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. O! ma tendre musette Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. A Paris : chez Le Fevre, [ca 1793] Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female URL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLbhW9qJwhU Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics [...] tourmens que j'endure [...] peindra les heurreurs? J'ai trahi la Nature... Et j'ai bravé ses pleurs... Dès ma plus tendre enfance Mon coeur dur et pervers Brûlait d'impatience, De perdre l'Univers. 2. Ce n'est point la Couronne Qui me flattait le plus.... Je regardois le Trône Comme un rang superflus... Mais le titre de Reine Assurait mes forfaits Et secondait ma haine Pour le Peuple Français. 3. Il me souvient encore De ces temps de bonheur Le Peuple entier m'adore Et pour moi n'a qu'un coeur. Quelle réconnoissance! Français! Peuple Français! Quelle est ta récompense? Les plus infâmes traits! 4. J'épuise tes finances, Et je ris de tes maux: Par mes folles dépenses La France est un tombeau. Hélas! le bout d'oreille Echappe par malheur... Le Peuple se reveille [......................] 5. Que faire? Que résoudre? Je ne pouvais changer.... J'aurais bravé la foudre Pour pouvoir me venger.... Le Clergé, la Noblesse Méprisoient mon Epoux La vengeance me presse... J'ordonne un dix Août. 6. O comble de ma rage Et de mon désespoir! J'appelle en vain l'orage Il n'a plus de pouvoir... Contre moi la Nature S'élève en frémissant Je dois à l'imposture ... que je ressens. 7. Adieu charmant Versailles Et mon cher Trianon Adieu, cher Cornouailles Adieu belle Malton. Cruelle destinée! Tu venges les Français.... Et je suis accablée De mille mille traits 8. Polignac dont les graces Me plurent si longtemps Ô évite mes traces Auprès de ton Amant. Adieu, belle Justine Qui me fit tant plaisir Ciel! par la Guillotine, Je vais enfin mourir. 9. Adieu, grandeur passée Adieu tout mes plaisirs. La Nature offensée Veut mes derniers soupirs Et toi cher la Fayette Dont j'écoutai les feux... Venges ton Antoinette Et reçois ses adieux. 10. Compagnes de mes crimes Et de tous mes forfaits Serés vous les victimes Du courroux des Français Destaing, Bailly, ma fille Et toi, mon fils et toi Ainsi que ma famille Souvenez vous de moi. 11. Enfers, Dieux, Peuples, flâme, Serpens, chaines, horreurs. Tout accable l'infâme Et brave ses fureurs. La chaux et le bitame La font toujours souffrir Le feu qui la consume Ne put l'anéantir. 12. Voilà donc cette Reine Ce fléau des Français! Qui payoit de sa haine Leurs plus tendres bienfaits. Cette Femme impudente Etonne l'Univers Et son âme arrogante Brule dans les Enfers. Subtitle Exécuté le 25me Jours du Ier Mois de la Seconde Année de la Republique Française à 11. heures du matin. abrégé sur sa mort après avoir montré de l'audace et de la fermeté dans ses intérogatoires lorsqu'il fut question de la conduire à l'échafaud, elle demanda un carosse, ou du moins d'avoir la tête couverte d'un voile ; comme contraire à l'égalité l'on lui refusa... 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 Complainte de Marie Antoinette veuve de L. Capet; Female French 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Demandez l[e] à votre père pareillement à vostre mère Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Or escoutez je vous en prie, La complainte que je vas dire D'une fille agée de vingt ans Qui c'est gouvernée meschamment. Sathan maudit tout plain de rage Ma faict faire un grand outrage Me conseillant de paillarder: Et puis mon propre enfant tuer. Ne suis je pas bien miserable J'estoit d'un lieu tres-honorable Avoir commis ce or peché Helas qui ma d'es-honnoré. Mon Pere avoit en abondance D'or & d'argent & de chevance Pour me marié richement, A quelque honneste marchant. Mais Cupidon trompeur infame Ma enflambé le corps & l'ame J'ay voulu prendre mes esbas, Avec un jeune Advocat. Comme n'ayant de Dieu la crainte Quant je seu que j'estois ensainte [J'ay] conclu une trahison: Mais j'en resenty le guerdon. Dans le grenier je suis montée [?] celle fin de l'anfantée Enfans que nul ne me verroit Mais le bon Dieu point ne dormoit. Soudain je l'ay pris par la gorge Sans avoir de luy misericorde D'une ache je l'ay tué Puis l'ay jetté dans les privé. Alors voicy venir ma Mere Qui descouvry tout mon affaire Estant faschée & courroussée Elle mesme ma accusée. Me voilla prise & liée Et dedans la prison fut menée Enserrée bien estroittement, En attendant mon jugement. La justice a ordonnée Que j'aurois les deux point couppée Et les mamelles tenaillé, Car je l'ay fort bien merité. Puis apres à une potence Seray mise pour recompence Je prie Dieu de paradis, Qu'il face a mon ame mercy. Entre vous autre jeune fille Prenez example a ma follie Gouvernez vous plus sagement Las que je n'ay fait en mon temps. A Dieu mon Pere a Dieu ma Mere Auquel j'ay grand' vitupere Je vous crie a tous mercy, Priez Dieu pour moy mes amis. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1606 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Lyon: Simon Rigaud, 1606 'La Fleur du Rozier des chansons' Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. mutilation, hanging? Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. infanticide Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female URL https://play.google.com/books/reader?printsec=frontcover&output=reader&id=zdg5AAAAcAAJ&pg=GBS.PA43 Subtitle en Normandie pour avoir deffaict son propre enfant. Sur le chant, Demandez l[e] à votre père pareillement à vostre mère. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Chrétiens écoutez jeunes & vieux Un grand sacrilege odieux Arrivé dans la Sainte Eglise De Saint Severin sans feintise De Paris trés-assurément Envers le tres-Saint Sacrement. Une fille pour le certain S'en vint des cinq heures au matin Animée de l'esprit du diable, Attaquant le Sang adorable De JESUS que le Prestre offroit Pour nos pechez comme l'on voit. Ce saint Prestre devotieux Disant la Messe dans ces lieux Avecque grande reverence En presence de l'assistance, Cette fille icy se leva Et le Calice renversa. Comme le Prestre le tenoit Entre ses mains & l'élevoit Cette abominable tigress Le Sang de Jesus elle renverse, Qui est son Dieu, son Juge Puissant Voilé dessous ces accidens. Et alors tous les assistans Ayant veu ce fait tres-méchant Se levant si tost s'écrierent Attestant cette temeraire Pour savoir d'elle ce délit Commis au sang de Jesus-Christ. Le Commissaire du cartier L'interrogea sans plus tarder, De sa trop grande perfidie Commis envers le Fruit de Vie, connoissant son crime en effet L'on la mena au Chastelet. Elle declara ensuivant Qu'il y avoit plus de deux ans Qu'elle avoit eu envie faut croire De faire cette action noire Envers Jesus le Tout-Puissant Qui repose au S. Sacrement. Aprés luy avoir demandé Son nom, son lieu pour assuré Elle dit Barbe je m'appelle Fille de M. Jean Quenpelle, Qui demeuroit en son vivant Ruö‚ Zacarie assurément. Et méme qu'à S. Severin Elle avoit esté pour certain Dedans l'Eglise Baptisée, Et qu'elle étoit chose assurée De la Parroisse assurément, Connuö‚ des petits & des grands. La Justice ayant sceu son nom Ont connue son méchant renom, Faisant enqueste de sa vie, Dont la voicy je certifie, Comme l'on a sceu des voisins Qui vivent en veritables humains. Ils disent tous en verité, Méchante fille elle a esté, Libertine dés sa jeunesse, Abandonnée au jeu sans cesse, Des-obeö¿ssance en tout temps A son pere, mere, parens. Cette méchante, ce dit-on, N'avoit Foy ny Religion, Ne voulant nullement connoistre Les Sacremens de Dieu son Maistre, Et de son Curé se mocquoit, Et de tout ce qu'il luy disoit. Pour la corriger de son mal L'on l'a fait mettre à l'Hospital, L'enfermant chose tres certaine, Estant là comme dans la géne, Bien huit ans elle y a esté Pour punir sa méchanceté. Venant malade dans ce lieu L'on la mena à l'Hotel-Dieu. Elle en est sortie bien guerie, Et pour faire sa tyrannie S'en fut ainsi à S. Severin, Accomplir son méchant dessein. Aussi dans son aveuglement Pousse de l'esprit de Satan A fait ce sacrilege énorme Envers JESUS devant les Hommes, Et dit encor qu'elle le feroit Si a recommancé estoit. Et que c'est par méchanceté Qu'elle a fait cette cruauté, Et par ainsi son esperance Est d'estre penduö‚ d'assurance. Et aussi brùlée sur le champ, Et les cendres jettées au vent. Aussi pour reparation De cette cruelle action, Plusieurs bons Prestres venerables Ont fait tous amande honorable La corde au col se prosternant Devant Dieu au S. Sacrement. S'est-il jamais veu sous le Ciel Un fait plus énorme & cruel Que de s'adresser à son Maistre, Celuy qui nous a donné l'estre, Adorons-le avec amour Au S. Sacrement a toùjours. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1693 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad 2 September 1693 between 5-6am Elisabeth Chateauroux enters church of St. Sacrament and tips over chalice during mass. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. heresy Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female 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 HORRIBLE SACRILEGE Commis par Barbe Guenpelle, dans l'Eglise S. Severin, à l'endroit du S. Sacrement de l'Autel, lors que le Prestre celebroit la Sainte Messe. Female French heresy https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/138f579e8b95092b8e6b45c77b75d5db.jpg 521b49a83e737611d9232542140d7262 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Fualdès Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Qui pourrait, chrétiens fidles, Ecouter, sans en frémir, Un récit qui fait pâlir Mille actions criminelles? Pour des forfaits aussi grands Est-il assez de tourments? Chez un bon prtre de Guerne, Nommé Monsieur Le Drogo, La fille Hélne Jégado, Qu'un mauvais esprit gouverne, Vient demander humblement De server pour de l'argent. A l'église du village On la voit soir et matin, Cachant, sous un air benin, Ses goùts de libertinage; Pour un ange on la prendrait, C'est un démon fieffé. La mort, dans chaque demeure, Va la suivre maintenant; Le poison, souple instrument, Pour elle tue à toute heure, Aujourd'hui toi, lui demain; Hélne assouvit sa faim. Sept personnes innocentes Meurent à ce premier coup; Cela suffit pour un coup. Hélne a les mains sanglantes; Elle a pris un laid chemin, Et le suit jusqu'à la fin. Bubry verra trois victimes Succomber au noir poison; C'est dans la mme maison Qu'elle accomplit tant de crimes. Où donc est-il le vengeur, Pour arrter sa fureur? Déjà les gens la souponnent, On la regarde passer, On craindrait de l'aborder. Des bruits à l'entour bourdonnent: C'est un tre malfaisant; Gardez-vous, son foie est blanc. Dans un couvent elle cache Ses traits qui causent l'horreur, Mais où perce sa noirceur. Le démon vient, qui l'arrache Au remords, au repentir: Les innocents vont souffrir. Elle engage ses services Dans Pontivy, dans Auray, Dans Locminé, Plumeret, Et reprent ses maléfices. Partout le mortel poison La suit dans chaque maison. On la voit aux lits funbres, Comme un gardien vigilant; Elle veille à tout instant, Comme un ange de ténbres. Elle sent un doux plaisir A voir les autres souffrir. Le monstre sur eux se penche Et jouit de leur douleur; Elle y trouve son bonheur. L'enfer prendra sa revanche. Il y a un vengeur au ciel: C'est le Dieu juste, éternel. Le crime entraîne le crime, Le faux pas suit le faux pas; Ds lors on n'arrte pas Qu'on n'ait roulé dans l'abîme, Où les vices confondus Rongent ceux qu'ils ont perdus. Du meurtre Hélne lassée Songe à voler son prochain; Ce qui tombe sous sa main, Elle le prend, empressée; Pour embellir ses amours Il lui faut de beaux atours. A Rennes enfin elle arrive Méditant d'autres forfaits: Car dans ses desseins mauvais Elle était fort inventive; Mais la justice de Dieu Devait la prendre en ce lieu. Rose Tessier, domestique, Bientôt succombe à la mort, Et peut-tre un mme sort, S'il faut en croire la chronique, Frappait Franoise Huriaux Qui fuit, échappe à ses maux. Rosalie, ô pauvre fille, La dernire tu péris; Ta douceur, ton frais souris Et ta figure gentille, Non, rien ne peut adoucir Le monstre; il faut mourir. Mais la justice sévre A la fin rend un arrt, Hélne est prise au filet: La loi la tient dans sa serre. Misérable! il faut payer La peine de tes forfaits. On la saisit, on l'arrte, On la traîne au tribunal: Hélne, le jour fatal Va faire tomber ta tte. Tu voudrais bien nier, Cent témoins t'ont accusé. La coupable repentante, Avant l'exécution, A fait sa confession. Mieux valait tre innocente. Les juges doivent frapper; C'est Dieu qui doit pardonner. MORALITé Si l'esprit du mal vous tente, Chrétiens, sachez résister; Car Dieu sait où retrouver Le serviteur, la servante, Qui se croyaient assurés De voir leurs crimes cachés. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1852 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Hélne Jégado (1803äóñ1852) was a French domestic servant and serial killer. She is believed to have murdered as many as 36 people with arsenic over a period of 18 years. After an initial period of activity, between 1833 and 1841, she seems to have stopped for nearly ten years before a final spree in 1851. Hélne Jégado was born on a small farm in Plouhinec (Morbihan), near Lorient in Brittany. She lost her mother at the age of seven and was sent to work with two aunts who were servants at the rectory of Bubry. After 17 years, she accompanied an aunt to the town of Séglien. She became a cook for the curé where an incident arose where she was accused of adding hemp from his grain house to his soup. Her first suspected poisoning occurred in 1833 when she was employed by another priest, Fr. Franois Le Drogo, in the nearby village of Guern. In the three months, between June 28 and October 3, seven members of the household died suddenly, including the priest himself, his aging mother and father, and her own visiting sister, Anne Jégado. Her apparent sorrow and pious behaviour was so convincing she was not suspected. Coming shortly after the cholera epidemic of 1832 the deaths may have been put down to natural causes. Jégado returned to Bubry to replace her sister where three people died in the course of three months, including her other aunt, all of whom she cared for at their bedside. She continued to Locminé, where she boarded with a needleworker, Marie-Jeanne Leboucheräóîboth Leboucher and her daughter died and a son fell ill. It is possible that the son survived because he did not accept Jégado's ministrations. When in the same town, the widow Lorey offered Jégado a room, she died after eating a soup her new boarder had prepared. In May 1835, she was hired by Madame Toussaint and four more deaths followed. By this point in time, she had already put seventeen people in their graves. Later in 1835, Jégado was employed as a servant in a convent in Auray, but rapidly dismissed after several incidents of vandalism and sacrilege. Jégado worked as a cook in other households in Auray, then Pontivy, Lorient, and Port-Louis where she was employed only briefly in each one. Often, someone fell ill or died. Among her most infamous murders is of a child, little Marie Bréger, who died at the Château de Soye (Ploemeur) in May 1841, ten years and one month before her final arrest. Most victims died showing symptoms corresponding to arsenic poisoning, though she was never caught with arsenic in her possession. There is no record of suspected deaths from late 1841 to 1849, but a number of her employers later reported thefts; she was apparently a kleptomaniac and was caught stealing several times. Her career took a new turn in 1849 when she moved to Rennes, the capital city of the region. Arrest In 1850, Jégado joined the household staff of Théophile Bidard, a law professor at the University of Rennes. One of his servants, Rose Tessier, fell ill and died when Jégado tended her. In 1851, one of the other maids, Rosalie Sarrazin, fell ill as well and died. Two doctors had tried to save Sarrazin and because the symptoms were similar to those of Tessier, they convinced the relatives to permit an autopsy. Jégado aroused suspicion when she announced her innocence before she was even asked anything, and she was arrested July 1, 1851. Later inquiries linked her to 23 suspected deaths by poisoning between 1833äóñ1841, but none of these was thoroughly investigated since they were outside the ten-year limit for prosecution and there was no scientific evidence. Local folklore has attributed to her many unexplained deaths - some of which were almost certainly due to natural causes. The most reliable estimate is that she probably committed about 36 murders. Trial Jégado's trial began December 6, 1851 but, due to French laws of permissible evidence and statute of limitations, she was accused only of three murders, three attempted murders and 11 thefts. At least one later case appears to have been dropped since it involved a child and police were reluctant to upset the parents by an exhumation. Jégado's behaviour in court was erratic, changing from humble mutterings to loud pious shouting and occasional violent outbursts against her accusers. She consistently denied she even knew what arsenic was, despite evidence to the contrary. Doctors who had examined her victims had not usually noticed anything suspicious, but when the most recent victims were exhumed, they showed overwhelming evidence of arsenic and possibly antimony. The defence lawyer, Magloire Dorange, made a remarkable closing speech - arguing that she needed more time than most to repent and could be spared the death penalty since she was dying of cancer anyway. The case attracted little attention at the time, pushed off the front pages by the coup d'état in Paris. Jégado was sentenced to death by guillotine and executed in front of a large crowd of onlookers on the Champ-de-Mars in Rennes on February 26, 1852. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Meazey, Peter (1999), La Jégado: Histoire de la célbre empoisonneuse, Guingamp (22)and paperback (2006). see Vincent Morel, p. 50 of thesis, and p. 56 of catalogue for two complaintes, one like this, the other to an unidentified tune. 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. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 49 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Rennes, Champ de Mars URL http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C3%A9l%C3%A8neéJ%C3%A9gado http://www.globusz.com/ebooks/Accused/00000016.htm 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 L'Empoisonneuse Hélène JéGADO, Accusée d'avoir attenté à la vie de 37 personnes, dont 25 ont succombé. 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Ewiger Vatter in Himmelreich Language Language ballad is printed in German Date Date of ballad 1598 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A woman in a pact with a Landsknecht (a soldier) persuades him to kill her husband; she herself kills her children; in the night locals see lights on the roof of the building, and investigate the next morning. The soldier is put on the wheel, the flesh on his breasts pulled off with burning pliers, and his hands are chopped off; she is buried alive, and has a stake struck through her heart. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Niclaus Schreiber, Cöln Subtitle ... Die Ander: Auß dem Niderland / zwo Meylwegs von Cöln / in einem Kloster zu S. Catharinen genennet / wie es einem Schaffner darinnen / sampt seinem Weib unnd Kindern / ergangen ist / wie sie alle umb das Leben kommen seynd. Im Thon: Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Hilff Gott was hört man Wunders doch was gschehen ist unnd hört es noch in diser Weltjetzunder: Man sagt von widerwärtigkeit in allen Landen weyt und breyt in Teuschenland besunder. Auff Wucher Gentz Hoffarth Finantz thursich schier ein jeder besleissen es tracht nun nach dem Zeitlichen gantz der Arm mit dem Reichen darauß erfolgt offt jammer und Noth Schmerzen Elend unn groß Rummer leztlich der bitter Todt. Hört weitter zu ihr Menschen Kindt schlagt dise Geschicht nicht in Mind so newlich ist geschehen: Im Niderland gantz wol bekandt ein Kloster zu S. Cathrinen gnant thu ich mit Warheith jehen. Ein Schaffner allda wohnen thät der hat mit seiner Frawen vie kleine Kinder an der Stät weytter sing ich ohn nawren sie lebten in Frewd und Wollust groß sechs gantzer Jar merckt eben letzlich entstund groß Angst unnd Noth. Das Kloster ein grossen Eingang hat von Wein und Korn wol an statt Von Zinz unn Stewr dergleichen: Das kam dem Schaffner zu guren theyl die sechs Jar versucht er selu heyl unn wurd an gut sehr reiche. Den armen Leuten in der not thät er das jr abbrechen den Arbeiternauch das täglich brot letztlich thäts Gott an im rechen das drauß erfolgt groß herzenleid an im und seinen Kindern deßgeischen an dem Weib. Nun muß ich jetzund zeygen an merckt auff ir Frawen und ir Mann was sich da thät begeben: Mit disem Schaffner und seim Weib deßgleichen an den Kindern mit leyd wie sie kamen umbs leben. Die Fraw auß falschem herz unn Muth thât irem Mann betriegen bracht zusamen vil gele und gut daran thu ich nit liegen mit dem Knecht mach er sie ein Bund heymich und gar verborgen wie ichs will machen kundt. Als nun der bund beschlossen ward den ihn der böse Geist eingab sie wolten auff von hinnen: Das B?ut und Gelt namens mit ihn ziehen inn frembde Lande hin doch das mans nit wurd innen. Das sie vom Kloster kommen zwar heymlich und gar verborgen die Fraw dem Knecht gab einen Rath er solt ohn alles Sorgen den Schaffner erschlagen unnd ermordt ihn in das Hauß vergraben an ein heymbliches Orth. Der Knecht folget der Frawen rath als er den Schaffner erschlagen hat vergraub in die Kirchen: Die Fraw auß Tyrannischem Scheyn nam ir drey kleine Kinderlein thäts jämmerlich erwürgen. Henckt sie all drey an der stett im Hauß an einen Balcken das vierdt der Knecht ermörden thät der Bößwicht und auch Schalcke er stachs jämmerlich durch sein Herz mit eim spitzigen Dochen O jammer noth und schmerz. Nun will ich jetzund zeygen an wie sie das erste Kind hernam unnd thets geschwind auffhencken: Das ander es erschen haties war ein Knäblein an der statt lieff schnell und auch geschwindt. Sucht seinen Vatter in dem Hauß wolt im dasselbig sagen lieff alle schlüpff und winckel auß der Vatter war schon erschlagen das wust das kleine Kindlein nit doch meynt es sich zuretten aber halffe alles nit. Sie names grimmig bey der Hand unnd henckt es hinden an die Wand das dritt mit noch und klagen : War ein Meidlein bey fünff Jar alt weynet bitterlich in der Gstalt und thet zur Mutter sagen. Ach liebe Mutter thu mirs nit wie dem Philipp dort hinden ich bitt dich also fleissigklich aber sie war verblendet der Teuffel hät sie besessen gar zu demselbigen male kein Erbarmung bey it nicht war. Sie bandt ihm Händt und Füß mit Leyd unnd hänckt es zu den andern zwey an den Balcken zur Stunden: Das vierdt wolt sie auch hencken auff da kam sie an ein Schräcken unnd grauß verstocket und verstummet. Fiel ob den Kindlein in ein Ohnmacht die That wa? sie gerawen der verzweyflet Bößwicht an der statt erstachs ohn alleb trawren das kleine Kinnlein an der statt O Gott laß dichs erbarmen die jämmerliche That. Als nun die Kinder ein gantze Nacht hiengen im Kloster mit Weh unnd Klag hört was sich hat begeben: Vil Liecher sah mann die gantz Nacht in dem Kloster hoch auff dem Tach hin unnd auch wider schweben. Da nun das Volck im Flecken zwar mit Schröcken hätt vernommen wie dises Zeichen gsehen war auff den Morgen thäten kommen zehen gewehrter Mann zuhand das Kloster thet man bschawen hört weiter ihr Christen allsandt. Da sie ins Kloster kamen zwar die Fraw erschrack der grossen Gfahr thät solchs dem Knecht verkünden: Der Knecht wolt springen zum Ladennauß sie namen ihn gfangen ohn Grauß da sahen sie die Kinder jämmerlich hangen wie ich sag mit Schräcken unnd mit Klagen O weht der jämmerlichen That der Schaffner war auch erschlagen man führts gen Cöln inn die Statt da thäten sie bekennen vor eim Ersamen Weisen Rath. Das Urtheyl war gefället drat das man solt richten mit dem Rad den Knecht thu ich euch sagen: Zween Griff mit glüenden Zangen schon solt man nach seinen Brüsten thon beyde Händt auch abschlagen. Auff der Wahlstatt vor jedermann thät man die Fraw herführen kläglich als ich euch zeyge an must sie ihr Leben verlieren lebendigs mans begraben hat ein Pfaal durch ihr Herz gschlagen gelegt under das Rad. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel, impalement Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Cologne/Cöln Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5d8507536c1fc48ad375b79ea5ede63d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="265" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/676017a8a7b6b45d475e84dc4a41660f.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="271" height="350"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Image / Audio Credit <a href="https://reader.digitale-sammlungen.de/en/fs1/object/display/bsb10202963_00003.html" target="_blank">Bayerische StaatsBibliothek</a> Res/4 P.o.germ. 235,13.  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 warhafftige newe Zeittungen breaking on the wheel buried alive Female German impalement infanticide Male murder soldier https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b87f544b5734105d4bcb2cf27d9a0f82.jpg 5517c2432f9c3ca14716a83966474939 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/17af383274962d8fa775830b05278889.jpg 5517c2432f9c3ca14716a83966474939 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 Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Steh ich allhie verborgen [?] Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Es war ein Gott förchtiges unn Christenliches Jungfrewelin Gottes wort unnd Catechismus hat sie gelernet fein. Ir namm Dorothea ist weit und breit bekandt Mit fleiß in irer Jugend wol zü der Predig gieng. Schamhafftig und fein stille Hielt sie sich alle zeit Und lebt noch Gottes willen Acht keiner uppigkeit. Armen war sie geneiget Und diener in mit fleiß Ir hilff sie in erzeiget Gott lob ehr und preiß. Weh thet es dem alten Drachen Und kund das leiden nit Speiit fewr auß seinem Rachen Verfolgung er anricht. Das Megdtlin wolt man zwingen Zü der Abgötterey Dem feindt wol es nit gelingen Christum bekandt sie frey. Mit worten süß unnd sawre Man sie bereden wolt Sie stund fest wie ein Maure Im fewr wie das gold. Kein Marter pein noch schmerzen Von Christo sie abwandt Mit irem enundt und hertzen den Glauben sie bekandt. Ein urteil ward gefellet Verdienet het sie den Todt Gar ritterlich sie sich stellet Unnd schreiet ernstlich zü Gott. Herr Christ in deine hende Mein seel befihlich dir Bescher mir ein Seligs ende Mit deim Geist steh bey mir. Deinem name zü ehren wie ein Christ sterb ich heüt Ach hilff das sich bekehren Die armen blinden leut. Als nun das schötte Jungfrewelein Durchs Schwerd gerichtet ward Ins schöne Paradeiß Kom ich nach meinem Todt. Language Language ballad is printed in German Date Date of ballad 1573 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <ul><li>Printed version of tune: <a href="https://www.leo-bw.de/web/guest/detail/-/Detail/details/DOKUMENT/ubt_digitalisate/DkXI1088_43/Zwey%20h%C3%BCpsche%20newe%20Lieder%20Das%20erst%20Steh%20ich%20allhie%20verborgen%20die%20finster%20lange%20nacht%20Das%20ander%20Ich%20reyt%20einmal%20zuo%20Brauns" target="_blank">Landesarchiv Baden-Württemberg</a></li> <li>List of variants found on google books, <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=7_EyAAAAIAAJ&amp;pg=PA93&amp;lpg=PA93&amp;dq=Lindenschmidt+lied&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=mJFL38XrIX&amp;sig=czN_58oLQEdX_Lk4As_DVvr5QgM&amp;hl=en&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=OTigUo3fLMH7igLa4oHYBw&amp;ved=0CCsQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q=hingericht&amp;f=false" target="_blank">Annalen Der Poetischen National-Literatur Der Deutschen Im XV</a>I ..., Volume 1, By Emil Weller</li> </ul> Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Getruckt durch Wilhelm Berck von Cöln Subtitle wie sie umb der Augspurger Confession oder bekandtnuß des Christenlichen Glaubens jämerlich unnd erbermlich mit dem Schwerdt hingericht ist worden / und auch Christum mit mundt und herzen frey bekandt hat / biß um jr letstes endt / durch den Cardinal zü Triendt / welches geschehen ist in dism 1573 Jar. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A young woman named Dorothea is executed for her Protestant beliefs Image / Audio Credit Zentralbibliothek Zürich <a href="https://www.e-manuscripta.ch/zuzneb/content/titleinfo/2725670" target="_blank">PAS II 10/24</a>. 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. Trent Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/17af383274962d8fa775830b05278889.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="463"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Composer of Ballad Berck, Wilhelm 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 warhafftiges newes Klaglied von einer Jungfrawen mit namen Dorothea Female German 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 Italian 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/1162">terza rima</a> and sonnet Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Fuggir non si puö_ mai quel che'l Ciel vuole, Language Language ballad is printed in Italian Date Date of ballad 1818 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Prudenzia Anconitana Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. In Lucca : presso Francesco Bertini, 1818 Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female URL http://opac.sbn.it/opacsbn/opac/iccu/scheda.jsp?bid=IT\ICCU\RMLE\057249 Subtitle coll'aggiunta di tutto il caso successo di nuovo, quanto disse, e scrisse di propria mano 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 Pietoso lamento che fece la signora Prudenza anconitana prima che fosse condotta alla giustizia Female Italian https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/064e8218da072841215f5a0c329f741b.jpg 5ee118674aeb34d277f8387cbd72734e https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c7cff496d6f39ff2f55d1c7da0ce510d.mp3 0483e70ea5af1209308243ff12bcc18e 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 Text Any textual data included in the document Sad was the awful moments, And dreadful was the sight, Upon last Tuesday morning, To Manning and his wife. When thousands did assemble, That spectacle to see, A man and wife suspended, Upon the fatal tree. CHORUS What thousands did assemble, Around that fatal tree, The murderers of O'Connor, That fatal morn to see. Thousands from every quarter, Before the break of day, Towards Horsemonger's dreary gaol, So swift did bend their way. Frederick Manning and his wife, One moment to behold, Upon the fatal platform How dreadful to unfold. Just at the fatal moment, The hour of eight o'clock, Frederick Manning and his wife, Appeared upon the drop. The minister repeating, May God receive your souls. In the midst of life we are in death, Then awful was the fall. What numbers congregated, That horrid sight to see, Fred[erick] and Maria Manning, Launched into eternity In youth, in health and vigour But nothing could them save, And now they lie together, Mouldering in the silent grave. Manning in his dying moments, Declared it was his wife, Who planned O'Connor's murder And took away his life. It was her who with the pistol, Her friend betrayed and shot, When he her husband was not nigh The sure and fatal shot. Their heavenly Judge all secrets knows, And marks what each does say, And he will tell them to account, Upon the judgement day. May one all both great and small, By their unhappy fate, Consider and take warning, Before it is too late. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Lord Exmouth</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1849 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Manning (1821–13 November 1849) was a Swiss domestic servant who was hanged outside Horsemonger Lane Gaol, London, England, on 13 November 1849, after she and her husband Frederick were convicted of the murder of her lover, Patrick O'Connor, in the case that became known as the "Bermondsey Horror." It was the first time a husband and wife had been executed together in England since 1700. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Horsemonger Lane Gaol, London Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Sad was the awful moments, And dreadful was the sight, Upon last Tuesday morning, To Manning and his wife. When thousands did assemble, That spectacle to see, A man and wife suspended, Upon the fatal tree. CHORUS What thousands did assemble, Around that fatal tree, The murderers of O'Connor, That fatal morn to see. Thousands from every quarter, Before the break of day, Towards Horsemonger's dreary gaol, So swift did bend their way. Frederick Manning and his wife, One moment to behold, Upon the fatal platform How dreadful to unfold. Just at the fatal moment, The hour of eight o'clock, Frederick Manning and his wife, Appeared upon the drop. The minister repeating, May God receive your souls. In the midst of life we are in death, Then awful was the fall. What numbers congregated, That horrid sight to see, Fred[erick] and Maria Manning, Launched into eternity In youth, in health and vigour But nothing could them save, And now they lie together, Mouldering in the silent grave. Manning in his dying moments, Declared it was his wife, Who planned O'Connor's murder And took away his life. It was her who with the pistol, Her friend betrayed and shot, When he her husband was not nigh The sure and fatal shot. Their heavenly Judge all secrets knows, And marks what each does say, And he will tell them to account, Upon the judgement day. May one all both great and small, By their unhappy fate, Consider and take warning, Before it is too late. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Prose on pamphlet, including quotes from letters by both Composer of Ballad anon Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/064e8218da072841215f5a0c329f741b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="374" height="500"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c7cff496d6f39ff2f55d1c7da0ce510d.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="374" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Bodleian Library, Shelfmark: Firth c.17(267); <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/edition/9606" target="_blank">Bodleian Bod9606</a>. Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan. <br /><br /> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Execution of the Mannings Audio recording English Female hanging Male murder