3 50 166 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1d47cb74591f2c1ac7d6334f5e479d84.jpg 02a09a7ce4d7e7f515f573d01cee5780 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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/1174">Packington's Pound</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Come listen a while and a Story you'll hear, That will strike you with dread & amazement & fear 'Tis of a vile Butcher which with bloody knife, Without all compassion did murther his wife, Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1697 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. [London] : Printed for John Foster, at the Grey-Hound, near the Noah's Ark Tavern, over-against Vine-street At. Giles's in the Fields. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit University of Glasgow Library - Euing, Euing Ballads 223r; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31714/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 31714<br /></a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/1d47cb74591f2c1ac7d6334f5e479d84.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Tune Data <em>Packington's Pound</em> is often cited as <em>Digby's Farewell,</em><em>Packingtons Pound</em> or <em>Amintas' Farewell.</em> The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). Subtitle or, An account of George Feast, a butcher of Shoreditch, being found guilty ... for the barbarous bloody murther of his wife ... also some account of his penitent behaviour in Newgate. 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 The murtherer justly condemned, hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3cc689ff39beef76f1c5e114af1d71db.jpg 393512bc521ab521ea6bef9795569721 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Troy Town Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Come and assist my trembling Pen, while I endeavour to explain The bloody minds of cruel men, That will no wickedness refrain, But bloody Humors to fulfill Innocent blood they daily spill. Now my sad story Ile begin, The like I think you ner did hear, How that Renowned Squire Thin Was murtherd it doth plain appear; Their bloody minds for to fulfill, This squire most horridly they kill. On Sunday last this Gentleman Clear of all Scandals or Reproach, At severall places he had been With Noble Monmouth in his Coach, This worthy person thought no ill, Whilst Villians sought his blood to spill And thus they passd the Streets along Till seven or eight a Clock at night, & then great Monmouth would be gone In whom so much he did delight, Poor soul he little thought of ill, while villains sought his blood to spil. His Grace he was no sooner gone, But this sad accident befell, By Villains he was set upon Neer to a place thats call[]d Pell-mell, Their Hellish minds they did fulfill and there his precious blood did spill. Up to his Coach these Villains ride, As by his Servants it is said, With Weapons which they did provide Whilst he poor soul was not afraid, For harmless souls ner fear no ill. while villains seek their blood to spill Meeting with him as they desired, Their Hellish courage then grew hot, Into his Coach at him they fired, And into his belly him they shot, And so like Villains him they killd, & his most precious blood they spilld. Away like Villains then they fled; With horror doubtless in their mind, This worthy soul three quarters dead, Bleeding ith Coach they left behind: Now had the Villains got their will That sought his precious blood to spill When these unwelcome tydings came To Noble Monmouths wondring ear, His courage which none er could tame Did on a suddain plain appear, He strait pursud those that did spill. His precious blood that thought no ill This Noble Hero did all night Pursue these murtherers all in vain, Till Sol with his resplendant light Did to our sight return again, But could not find those that did kill That harmless soul as thought no ill But Heaven did presently find out What lovely Monmouth could not do, Twas well he was the Coach gone out, Or he might have been murthered too, I fear that they who this squire killd Poor Jameys blood would feign have spilld These Villains they were seiz[]d at last, And brought before his Majesty, This horrid thing they then confest Now Prisoners they in Newgate lie, And be condemned no doubt they will, that squire Thins sweet blood did spill Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1682 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Thynne_(died_1682)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Thomas Thynne (1647/8-12 February 1682) was an English landowner of the family that is now headed by the Marquess of Bath and politician who sat in the House of Commons from 1670 to 1682. He went by the nickname "Tom of Ten Thousand" due to his great wealth. He was a friend of the Duke of Monmouth, a relationship referred to in John Dryden's satirical work Absalom and Achitophel where Thynne is described as "Issachar, his wealthy western friend". <br /><br />Thynne was the son of Sir Thomas Thynne, and his wife Stuarta Balquanquill, daughter of Dr. Walter Balquanquill. His father was a younger son of Sir Thomas Thynne of Longleat, Wiltshire. In 1670 Thynne succeeded to the family estates at Longleat on the death of his uncle Sir James Thynne without issue. He also succeeded his uncle as Member of Parliament for Wiltshire, and sat until his death in 1682. <br /><br />On 15 November 1681 Thynne married the wealthy Lady Elizabeth Percy, only child of Joceline Percy, 11th Earl of Northumberland. Thynne was murdered on 12 February 1682 after the Swedish Count Karl Johann von Königsmarck began to pursue his wife. He was shot while riding in his coach in Pall Mall, London, by Königsmark and his three accomplices Christopher Vratz, John Stern and Charles George Borosky. The four were soon arrested; however Königsmark was acquitted of the murder (due to the corruption of the jury according to diarist John Evelyn) but Vratz, Stern and Borosky were hanged on 10 March 1682. <br /><br />Thynne's remains were interred in a marble tomb in Westminster Abbey. The tomb is decorated in part with a representation of the murder of Thynne in 1682. A popular ballad summed up the episode in form of a mock epitaph: <br />"Here lies Tom Thynne of Longleat Hall <br />Who ne'er would have miscarried; <br />Had he married the woman he slept withal <br />Or slept with the woman he married." Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London : Printed for J. Conyers at the Black Raven in Duck Lane Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.10.60; Bodleian, Wing M1078; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31359/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 31359</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3cc689ff39beef76f1c5e114af1d71db.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle giving an account of the most horrible and bloody murthering of the most worthy gentleman Thomas Thin, Esq., who was on Sunday, February the twelfth, 1682 barbarously killed in his own coach ... : and the names of the murtherers now lying in Newgate, who have confessed the same, are as followeth, Capt. Christopher Furatz, a German, George Boroskie, a Polander, John Stern a German, Fredrick Harder, and Amien Berg, accessaries : to the tune of Troy town. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Matchless murder hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b2b898f6b777f5f96e0bf39873c3cfea.jpg 37deef7eae6bdf9381852ed4fcf2ccfd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Flying Fame Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics COme hither yongmen and give eare, and good example take, By this which is related here for admonitions sake, Wherein is showne the life and death, of Sands that noted theefe. The reason why he lost his breath, is here declar'd in briefe. That all young men from him may learne to live in better awe, Foule vice from vertue to discerne, according to the law: A wicked life this caitiffe led, rejecting vertues lore, The grace of God from him was fled, all good he did abhorre. Since first he came to any strength, he practis'd nought but stealing, Which brought a shamefull death at length for his ungracious dealing, He alwayes hath himselfe maintain'd by base sinister courses, And oftentimes hath beene araign'd by Law, for stealing horses. Yet still it was his lucke to scape, which hardned him in evill, From theft to murder, and to rape, suborned by the Devill, His wicked heart so bent to sin, in villany tooke pride, There lived scarce the like of him, in all the Land beside. His name so infamous was growne to all both far and neere, And he tooke pride to have it knowne, as by him did appeare. For when he was araign'd of late, at the Tribunall seat, He seemed to exhilerate, at his offences great. And boasted that he oftentimes had scap't the fatall cord, For stealing horses, and such crimes, as high wayes doe afford, And with a braving impudence, he did the Bench outface, Not shewing any reverence, to any in that place. The facts he was indited for, were three enornous sinnes, Which God and nature doth abhor, the least damnation winnes, Without the speciall grace of God, for which he never sought, Nor never seemed to be sad, for that which he had wrought. The Maid that on Saint James his day, was found neere Holborne dead, Tis [t]hought this wretch did make away, if all be true that's sed. From her he tooke away twelve pound, and then to ma[k]e all sure, He strangled her, as she was found, his safety to procure. The second part. To the same tune. BUt no such crimes can be conceal'd, old time will find them out, And have them to the world reveal'd, and publisht all about, As this strange murder came to light, by Sands his owne confession, When as he sought with all his might, to act a foule transgression, Upon the body of a Maid, whom he perforce did ravish, If she oppos'd his will he said with speeches somewhat lavish: That if she did deny to yeeld to him, hee'd serve her so, As he did one in Holborne field not very long agoe. To this foule sin of ravishment he likewise did seduce Another youngman, whose consent gave ayd to this abuse. For which by law he hath his doome, to suffer shamefully, Take heed young men how you do come into leud company. For if young Jones had never seene this wicked Sands his face, He surely now had living beene, but wanting Gods good grace, He was allured by his meanes to live by lawlesse stealth, Thus to maintaine strong drink & queanes he robd the commonwealth. Some other men of good regard, he did to robbery draw, All these with him in death have shar'd, according to the Law. But he the chiefe occasion was of these same youngmens ends, Whose deaths have brought to wofull passe their parents and their friends. Among the rest one father Jones, an honest ancient man, With lachrimable teares bemones the losse of his owne son. But Sands hath run so [w]ild a race, that few bewaile his death, How many flockt with joy to'th place where he did lose his breath. His father named Sir George Sands, when by his carelesse dealing, He had quite wasted goods and lands, did live long time by stealing: And with his wicked Lady wife, did rob the high way side, For which at length he lost his life, and by base hanging dyde. Thus both the father and the sonne did end their lives alike, The Lady yet hath scapt that death, and sorrow doth her strike. God grant her life may now be such, that men of her may say, Her life was leud, yet now shee's prov'd a convert at last day. Loe here you see a fearfull end, of Sir George Sands his sonne, Let every one a warning take, and better courses runne: Which to effect let us all pray to him that gave us breath, That of his mercy he'll us keepe from such untimely death. The following lines Jones writ with his owne hand, a little before his death. To me death is not death, but life for ever. My joy in heaven is, which endeth never. Lord thou hast promist to the penitent, That thou wilt save him if he doe repent: And now most gratious Lord, I crave of thee. Mercy for him that hath contemned thee, I am a sinner (Lord) thou knowst I am, And full of ill, above an'other man, Yet am I free from'th fault for which I dye, But have transgrest the Lawes most hainously. Oh save my soule, O Lord of thee I crave, Let that mount up, though body rot in grave. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1626 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for F. Couls, and are to be / sold at his shop at the vpper end of the / Old Baily neere Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, rape, sodomy Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data 'Flying Fame' probably aka <em>Chevy Chase</em>, (Simpson 1966, pp. 96-101) <br />Date tune first appeared: 1430?<br /><br /><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ballad_of_Chevy_Chase" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> There are two extant English ballads known as The Ballad of Chevy Chase, both of which narrate the same story. As ballads existed within oral tradition before being written down, other versions of this once popular song may also have existed. <br /><br />The ballads tell the story of a large hunting party upon a parcel of hunting land (or chase) in the Cheviot Hills, hence the term, Chevy Chase. The hunt is led by Percy, the English Earl of Northumberland. The Scottish Earl of Douglas had forbidden this hunt, and interprets it as an invasion of Scotland. In response he attacks, causing a bloody battle which only 110 people survived. Both ballads were collected in Thomas Percy's Reliques and the first of the ballads in Francis James Child's Child Ballads. <br /><br />The ballads are thought to have been based on the events of the Battle of Otterburn in 1388, although the account of the battle is not historically accurate and it may relate to border skirmishes up to fifty years later. Nevertheless, the first ballad includes the lines <br /><br />This was the hontynge off the Cheviat, that tear begane this spurn; Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe call it the battell of Otterburn. There is also a third ballad named The Battle of Otterburn which is assuredly about this battle.<br /><br /><strong>First ballad: </strong>The first of the two ballads of Chevy Chase was perhaps written as early as the 1430s, but the earliest record we have of it is in The Complaynt of Scotland, one of the first printed books from Scotland. The Complaynt of Scotland was printed about 1540, and in it the ballad is called The Hunting of Cheviot. <br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney said of this early ballad: <br />"I never Heard the old song of Percie and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet" -- <em>Defence of Poesy.</em><br /><br /><strong>Second ballad:</strong> In 1711 Joseph Addison wrote in <em>The Spectator,</em> <br />The old song of "Chevy-Chase" is the favourite ballad of the common people of England, and Ben Jonson used to say he had rather have been the author of it than of all his works. Sir Philip Sidney, in his discourse of Poetry, speaks of it in the following words: "I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart more moved than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung by some blind crowder with no rougher voice than rude style, which being so evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age, what would it work trimmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?" For my own part, I am so professed an admirer of this antiquated song, that I shall give my reader a critique upon it without any further apology for so doing.<br /><br />Addison was apparently unaware that the ballad he then goes on to analyse in detail was not the same work praised by Sidney and Jonson. The second of the ballads appears to have been written in modernized English shortly after Sidney's comments, perhaps around 1620, and to have become the better-known version. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b2b898f6b777f5f96e0bf39873c3cfea.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.128-128; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20055/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20055</a> Subtitle who after many enormous crimes by him committed, with Iones and Gent his confederates, was executed at Tyburne on Wednesday the 6 of September, 1626. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 life and death of M. Geo: Sands, hanging Male murder rape sodomy https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/bee458bdd86c0297e47c19024ca610cf.jpg 2586c8356e17930d129841da75a7aba4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Poor Georgy Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A S I went over London Bridge all in a misty morning, There did I see one weep and mourn, lamenting for her Georgy, His time it is past, His life it will not last, Alack and alas! there is no Remedy, Which makes the heart within me Ready to burst in three To think on the death of poor Goergy George of Oxford is my name, and few there's but have known me, Many a mad prank have I plaid but now they've overthrown me, My time it is past, etc. Oh! then bespake the Lady Gray, i'le haste me in the morning; And to the Judge i'le make my way, to save the life of Georgy. His time it is past, His life else it may cost, Alack and alas! is there no remedy? It makes the heart within me Ready to burst in three To think on the death of poor Georgy. Go Saddle me my milk-white Steed, go Saddle me my bonny, That I may to New-Castle speed, to save the life of Georgy. His time it is past, etc. But when she came the Judge before full low her knee she bended, For Georgy' s life she did implore, that she might be befriended. His time may be past, His life else it may cost, Alack and alas! is there no Remedy? It makes the heart within me Ready to burst in three To think on the death of poor Georgy Oh rise, ah rise, fair Lady Gray, your suit cannot be granted; Content pour self, as well you may, for Georgy must be hanged. His time it is past etc. She wept she waild she rung her hands and ceased not her mourning; She offer'd Gold she offer'd Lands, to save the life of Georgy. His time it is past. etc. George's Confession. I Have travell'd through the Land, and met with many a man, Sir; But Knight or Lord I bid him stand he durst not make an answer. But my thread it is spun, My glass is almost run, Alack and alas! there is no remedy; Which makes my heart within me Ready to burst in three To die like a Dog, (says poor Georgy ) The Brittain bold that durst deny his mony for to tender, Th'o he were stout as valiant Guy I forc'd him to surrender. But now my thread is spun, etc. But when the mony I had got, and made him cry pecavi, To bear his charge and pay his shot a Mark or Noble gave I. But my thred it is spun, etc. The Ladies when they had me seen would ne'r have been affrighted To take a dance upon the Green with Georgy they delighted. But now my thred it is spun, etc. When I had ended this our wake and fairly them bespoken, Their rings and jewels would I take to keep for a Token. But now my thread is spun, etc. The hue and cry for George is set, a proper handsome fellow, With Diamond-Eyes as black as jet, and Locks like Gold so yellow. His time is past, etc. Long it was with all their art, e're they could apprehend him, But at the last his valiant heart no longer could defend him. His time it was past, etc. I ne'r stole Horse nor Mare in my life nor Cloven-foot or any, But once six of the kings white steeds and I sold them to Bohemia. His time it was past, etc. Georgy he went up the hill, and after followed many, Georgy was hanged in silken string, the like was never any. His time it was past, His life will not last, Alack and alas! there is no remedy, etc. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1683 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby in West-smithfield, at the Sign of the Golden Ball, near/ the Bear Tavern in Pye Corner. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. theft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit Houghton Library - Huth, EBB65H; Pepys 2.150 (cf. Roxburghe 4.53, EBBA ID: 31352); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/35226/xml" target="_blank">EBBA 35226</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/bee458bdd86c0297e47c19024ca610cf.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Life and Death of George of OXFORD hanging Male theft Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 1734 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Boston, Printed and sold by Thomas Fleet, at the Heart and Crown in Cornhill., 1734. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Boston Neck Subtitle who was appointed to be executed on Boston Neck, the 17th of October, 1734. Written with his own hand, the day before he was to suffer; and recommended to all people, for their serious perusal. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet location: AAS Record Number: 0F2F81DEE2D11600, Record Number: w017512. Recorded in <em>Early American Imprints</em>, Series 1, no. 40058 (filmed). Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 dying words of John Ormsby hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a38467778129a21cb1be6f030ac7f90b.jpg b71612bdc06a6225e80b74f3dcca44e5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Wharton Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics To lodge it was my chance of late, at Kendal in the Sizes week, Where I saw many a gallant state was walking up and down the street, Down plumpton park as I did pass, I heard a Bird sing in a glen: The chiefest of her Song it was, farewell the flower of Serving-men. Sometimes I heard the the Musick sweet, which was delightfull unto me: At length I heard one wail and weep. a gallant youth condemn'd to dye: Down Plumpton park, etc. A Gentleman of courage bold, his like I never saw before, But when as I did him behold, my grief it grew still more and more: Down Plumpton Park, etc. Of watery eyes there were great store, for all did weep that did him see, He made the heart of many sore, and I lamented for company: Down Plumpton park, etc. To God above (quoth he) I call, that sent his son to suffer death: For to receive my sinful soul, so soon as I shall loose my breath, Down Plumpton park, etc. O God I have deserved death, for deeds that I have done to thee: Yet never liv'd I like a thief, till I met with ill company. Down Plumpton park, etc. For I may curse the dismal hour, first time that I did give consent: For to Rob the King's Receiver and to take away his Rent: Down Plumpton park, etc. You Gallants all be warn'd by me, learn Cards and Dice for to refrain, Fly whores, eschew ill company, for these 3 thing will breed you pain: Down Plumpton park, etc. All earthly treasures are but vain and worldly wealth is vanity: Search nothing else but heaven to gain remember all that we must dye: Down Plumton park, etc. Farewell good fellows less and more, be not dismaid at this my fall: I never did offend before, John Musgrave, all men did me call: Down Plumton park as I did pass, I heard a bird sing in a glen, etc. The second part of the Lamentation of John Musgrave. To the same Tune. T He bait beguiles the bonny Fish, some care not what they swear or say The Lamb becomes the Foxes dish when as the old sheep runs away: Down Plumpton park as I did pass, I heard a bird sing in a glen, The chiefest of her song it was, fare well the flower of Serving-men. The Fowlers that the Plovers get, take glistering glass their net to set: The Ferret when the mouth is cop't. doth drive the Coney to the Net: Down Plumton park, etc. The Pike devours the Salmon free, which is a better Fish than himself: Some care not how whose children cry, so that themselves may keep their pelf: Down Plumpton park, etc. Farewell good people less and more, both great and small that did me ken: Farewell rich, and farewell poor, and farewell all good Serving-men; Down Plumpton park, etc. Now by my death I wish all know, that this same lesson you may teach, Of what degree, of high, or low, climb not I say above your reach: Down Plumpton park, etc. Good Gentlemen I you intreat, that have more sons than you have lands, In idleness do not them keep, teach them to labour with their hands: Down Plumpton park; etc. For idleness is the root of evil, and this sin never goes alone: But Theft and Robbery follows after, as by my self is plainly shown: Down plumpton park, etc. For Youth & Age, will not understand, that friends in want, they be but cold, If they spend their portions and lack land they may go beg when they are old: Down Plumpton park, etc. Farewell, farewell my bretheren dear, sweet Sisters make no doal for me: My death's at hand I do not fear, we are all mortal and born to dye: Down Plumpton park, etc. I know that Christ did dye for me, no earthly pleasures would I have: I care not for the world a flye, but mercy Lord of thee I crave. Down Plumpton park, etc. Come man of death and do me right, my glass is run I cannot stay: With Christ I hope to lodge this night and all good people for me pray: Down Plumpton park, etc. The man of death his part did play, which made the tears blind many an eye He is with Christ, as I dare say, the Lord grant us that so we may: Down Plumpton park, etc. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1681-1684 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong>The duel of Stewart and Wharton</strong><br />From <em><a href="https://archive.org/details/minstrelsyofscot01scot/page/n11" target="_blank">Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border,</a> </em>Volume 2, by Sir Walter Scott <br /><br />By a circuitous route, we are now arrived at the subject of our ballad; for, to the tragical duel of Stuart and Wharton, and to other instances of bloody combats and brawls betwixt the two nations, is imputed James's firmness in the case of Lord Sanquhar. The sufferers in this melancholy affair were both men of high birth, the heirs apparent of two noble families, and youths of the most promising expectation. <br /><br />Sir James Stuart was a knight of the Bath, and eldest son of Walter, first lord Blantyre, by Nicolas, daughter of Sir James Somerville, of Cambusnethan. Sir George Wharton was also a knight of the Bath, and eldest son of Philip, lord Wharton, by Frances, daughter of Henry Clifford, earl of Cumberland. He married Anne, daughter of the earl of Rutland, but left no issue. The circumstances of the quarrel and combat are accurately detailed in the ballad, of which there exists a black-letter copy in the Pearson Collection, now in the library of the late John duke of Roxburghe, entitled, "A Lamentable Ballad, of a Combate, lately fought, near London, between Sir James Stewarde, and Sir George Wharton, knights, who were both slain at that time.--To the tune of, Down Plumpton Park." <br /><br />A copy of this ballad has been published in Mr Ritson's Ancient Songs, and, upon comparison, appears very little different from that which has been preserved by tradition in Ettrick Forest. Two verses have been added, and one considerably improved, from Mr Ritson's edition. These three stanzas are the fifth and ninth of Part First, and the penult verse of Part Second. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Kendal Tune Data Tune not in T<em>he British Broadside Ballad and its Music</em> (Simpson 1966). Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.8.487; Pepys 2.160; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30986/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 30986</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a38467778129a21cb1be6f030ac7f90b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Who was Executed at Kendal, for Robbing the King's Receiver, and taking away from his great store of Treasure. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Lamentation of John Musgrave, Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9f2b49a29f714aa3e323d940aa6b1334.jpg 0bbaeaa2b5be1f50cae4d45019a19cd5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Weepe, weepe Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1584 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad This piece reports some details of Francis Throckmorton's conspiracy with 'the Queene of Scottes,' and mentions in passing two earlier Catholic conspirators against the life of Elizabeth, John Somerville and Edward Arden, wh owere executed in December of 1583. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Throckmorton" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Sir Francis Throckmorton (1554 - July 1584) was a conspirator against Queen Elizabeth I of England.<br /><br />He was the son of Sir John Throckmorton and a nephew of Sir Nicholas Throckmorton, one of Elizabeth's diplomats. Sir John had held the post of Chief Justice of Chester but was removed in 1579, a year before his death. The reasons for Sir John's removal from the bench are unclear; he may have been guilty of abuses in the administration of justice, but he may also have been singled out for punishment for his pro-Catholic beliefs.<br /><br />Throckmorton was educated in Oxford and entered the Inner Temple in London as a pupil in 1576. In 1580, he traveled to the European continent and met leading Catholic malcontents from England in Spain and France. After his return to England in 1583, he served as an intermediary for communications between supporters of the Catholic cause on the continent, the imprisoned Mary, Queen of Scots, and the Spanish ambassador Bernardino de Mendoza. <br /><br />Throckmorton's activities raised the suspicions of Sir Francis Walsingham, Elizabeth I's spymaster. A search of his house produced incriminating evidence and, after torture on the rack, Throckmorton confessed his involvement in a plot to overthrow the Queen and restore the Catholic Church in England. An invasion led by Henry I, Duke of Guise would have been coupled with an orchestrated uprising of Catholics within the country. <br /><br />Although Throckmorton later retracted his confession, he was convicted of high treason and executed in 1584. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, by Richard Ihones Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 30 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Composer of Ballad W. M. Tune Data Reference: Weepe, weepe (Simpson 1966, pp. 660-61) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9f2b49a29f714aa3e323d940aa6b1334.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit National Library of Scotland - Crawford, Crawford.EB.1361; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/33815/image" target="_blank">EBBA 33815</a> Subtitle For the late Treasons conspired against the Queenes Maiestie and the vvhole Realme, by Franuces Throgmorton: who was executed for the same at Tyborne, on Friday being the tenth day of Iuly last past. 1584. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Lamentation of Englande: high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3f20b398e2e4e98e4cbc7d0477ba72d8.jpg b76b0e2943bd8cc8086bc07d042740d9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my Foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics KInd Countreymen and our acquaintance all, Example take by this our sodaine fall, Dip not your hands in blood thats innocent, For which offence we both too late repent. The crying sinnes of murther pierceth heaven, And great repentance craves to be forgiven, One bloody deed deserves ten thousand deaths: But we bereaved divers of their breaths. The harmelesse man that did no hurt intend, Most butcher-like we brought unto his end, And that good woman his most loving wife Inhumanely bereaved we of life, She great with child (oh how it grieves our hearts That we should act such bloody tragicke parts!) The harmelesse infant that was in her wombe, We likewise slew, whose mother was its tombe. Their other children sitting by the fire We likewise hurt, who mercy did require, But we no mercy had, nor grace at all, When as these Babes for life did cry and call. And for the same no mercy here we find: Deserved death are for our sinnes assignd, Death is our doome, we here our lives must pay, Our glasse is out, this is our dying day. A shamelesse end for our most shamefull sinne We must receive, that we have lived in, Here on this tree we must resigne our breathe Yet thats not all, though here we die this death. Our bodies must no buriall place possesse, This is our doome for our vild wickednesse, Twixt Earth & Heaven we here must hang in chains As long as sinewes, flesh or bones remaines. Fowles of the aire our eyes they forth will pull, Feed on our flesh, and peck upon our scull, We shall be pointing stocks to every one That passeth by, though we are dead and gone. Earth scornes to hide our bodies from the light, But in the ayre must tottering hang in sight, And here in Kent we nere shall bee forgot, Although our joints by piecemeale dropping rot, Unto each other Travellers will say, See you those Murtherers, as they passe this way, Those are the villaines that the blood did spill Of innocents, thats hanging on yon hill. Thus shall we be discourse for after-times, Which we deserve most justly for our crimes, And we shall be recorded for this fact, That we so mercilesse and foule did act. Great God forgive our sinnes that are so foule, And unto mercy take each sinfull Soule, Deale not in Justice with our sinnes, O Lord, But grace and pardon to our soules afford. Thy mercy (Lord) is greater than our sinne, And if thou please in Heaven to let us in, We doe repent us of our wicked deed, The thought of which doth make our soules to bleed. But woe to him that was the cause of this, Which did intice us first to doe amisse, Oh bloody Darbie, it was long of thee We did consent to do this villanie. Though thou art fled, yet God will find thee out, And will take vengeance on thee, theres no doubt, Heel not let scape so foule and vile a crime, As he hath justly done on us this time. But we confesse, we have deservd to dye, And to the Lord we now for mercy cry: Receive us, Jesus Christ, to thee we pray, Whose precious blood wash all our sinnes away. Thus have you heard how these same two did dye, Ending their lives with shame and infamy, And one of them that was on thother side, Converted, and a Protestant he dide. The Lord (no doubt) to them did mercy lend, Who were so penitent before their end, Their soules I hope in Heaven above doe dwell. But yet another bloody tale Ile tell. FINIS. Another Bloody murther committed neere Ware, in Hart- fordshire, by some notorious offenders, who were execu- ted in the same moneth. To the same Tune. KInd hearts give eare to that which I shall tell Of a sad story which of late befell, In Hartfordshire neere Ware did chance this thing, Which causd salt teares from many eyes to spring. Two men were riding in an evening late, That had a charge of money and estate, And homeward they intended for to goe, But destiny doth oftentimes say no. And for these men foure villaines they did watch, Which had way-layd them how they them might catch: At him which was the formost they did lay, But his swift horse did beare him safe away. The next they hit, and felld him to the ground, And rifling him, they gave him many a wound, So leaving him, as they did thinke for dead, Having his gold, away they streightway fled. Yet one of them did backward cast his eye, And did perceive him stir as he did lye, Saying, Ile backe, and give him his deaths blo[w] For every one of us he well doth know. And with his staffe his braynes he out did beate. Then straight this villaine to them did retreate; But marke how God did bring this thing to light, For blood and murther he will soone requite. One of these theeves a peece of Gold would change With one that knew him, that did thi[n]ke it strang[e] He should have gold, yet not the valew knew, Into suspition straite his mind it drew. And hearing of the murther done of late, Would understand how he came by this state, And threatning him, he then confest straiteway, Both him and them which that same man did slay. They were convicted, and by Law were tride, And for the same all foure of the[m] t[he]y dide, And he that last went b[a]cke, did suffer [de]ath, Just in the place he spent the true mans breath. And at the common Execution place, The other three did end their fatall ra[c]e, A just reward for murtherers in their kind, That beare so base and foule a bloody mind. For he that sits above the heavenly skye, Viewes all below with his all-seeing eye, And will take vengeance when he sees his will, On all that glories harmelesse blood to spill, Great God, preserve us from all sodaine death, Prepare our soules before we lose our breath, Make us all ready for the day to come, When thou shalt give to every one their doome. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1633-1640 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad 2 stories: Edward Bruton and James Riley are convicted of the murders of Henry Howell and his wife in Queenes Downe, Kent. In Ware, in Hertfordshire, two men are robbed and murdered by four men, one of whom returns to make sure his victim is dead by bashing his brains in. One of the robbers later goes to change gold, but his ignorance of its value leads changer to suspect something. Robber confesses, and all are executed, the one who bashed the brains in being executed near the spot the murder took place, while the other are executed at 'the common Execution place'. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed for H.G. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Queenes Downe, Kent Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3f20b398e2e4e98e4cbc7d0477ba72d8.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.7.486 (same as Roxburghe 1.487, EBBA 31634); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30324/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30324</a> Subtitle who for the bloody murder committed on the bodies of Henry Howell, and his wife, vpon Queenes Downe, were executed and hanged in chaines, neere the same place on the 18. day of March, 1633. // Another Bloody murther committed neere Ware, in Hart-fordshire, by some notorious offenders, who were executed in the same moneth. To the same Tune. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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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 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/df96af1f2acaf93ea16fe5e5f028f6e8.jpg e0c7b0ab4cc1560c3d0353ac1dc6a903 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b886ccd0c3437a62f3ab081211b8613b.gif 334f44b521c71ebff2c447d678659ed3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics You tender mothers pray give attention To these few lines I will now relate; From a dreary cell, now to you I'll mention A wicked murderer now has met his fate. This villain's name it is Frederick Baker His trial is over and his time has come, On the gallows high he has met his maker To answer for that cruel deed he'd done. cho: Prepare for death, wicked Frederick Baker, For on the scaffold you will shortly die, Your victim waits for you to meet your maker; She dwells with angels and her God on high On that Saturday little Fanny Adams Near the hop-garden with her sister played, With hearts so light, they were filled with gladness, When that monster, Baker, towards them strayed; In that heart of stone not a spark of pity As he those halfpence to the children gave, But now in gaol in Winchester city He soon will die and fill a murderer's grave. He told those children to go and leave him With little Fanny at the garden gate. He said, "Come with me," and she, believing In his arms he lifted her as now I state. "O do not take me, my mother wants me, I must go home again please sir," she cried, But on this earth she never saw them, For in that hop-garden there, the poor girl died. When the deed was done and that little darling Her soul to God her Maker it had flown, She could not return to her mother's bidding He mutilated her, it is well known. Her heart-broken parents in anguish weeping For vengeance on her murderer cried, Her mother wrings her hands in sorrow O would for you, Dear Fanny, I had died. The jury soon found this monster guilty, The judge on him this awful sentence passed: Saying, "Prepare yourself, for the cruel murder You have committed, your die is cast. And from your cell you will mount the scaffold, And many thousands will you behold, You will die the death of a cruel murderer, And may the Lord have mercy on your soul! What visions now must haunt his pillow As in hls cell he does lie the while? She calls to him, "O you wicked murderer 'Tis I your victim calls, that litile child! The hangman comes; hark the bell is tolling Your time has come, you cannot be saved, He mounts the scaffold and the drop is falling And Frederick Baker fills a murderer's grave. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1867 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong>The true story of Sweet Fanny Adams</strong> <br />From <em><a href="http://murderpedia.org/male.B/b/baker-frederick.htm" target="_blank">Murderpedia.org</a></em><br /><br />Few people who use the expression 'Sweet Fanny Adams' know of its origin. However there was a time when it would have been recognised instantly. <br /><br />When the name Fanny Adams made sensational headlines, creating a wave of horror, revulsion and pity. Little Fanny Adams was brutally murdered on Saturday 24 August 1867. Nothing much ever happened to disturb the rural Hampshire community of Alton: certainly none of the inhabitants could recall a local murder during their lifetime. So Fanny's mother, Harriet Adams, probably thought it quite safe for three small children to wander off alone towards Flood Meadow, just 400 yards from their home in Tan House Lane. <br /><br />Fanny and her friend, Minnie Warner, both eight years old, set off up the lane with Fanny's seven-year-old sister Lizzie and they were approached by a man dressed in black frock coat, light waistcoat and trousers. Despite his respectable appearance he had obviously been drinking, and the proposition he put to the children remains chillingly familiar to today's police officers. <br /><br />He offered Minnie three halfpence to go off and spend with Lizzie, while Fanny could have a halfpenny if she alone would accompany him up The Hollow, an old road leading to the nearby village of Shalden. Fanny took her halfpenny but refused to go with him, whereupon he picked her up and carried her into a nearby hopfield, out of sight of the other children. It was then almost 1.30pm. <br /><br />At about five o'clock, having played together since Fanny's abduction, Minnie Warner and Lizzie Adams made their way home. Seeing them return, a neighbour, Mrs Gardiner, asked where Fanny was, then rushed to tell Mrs Adams when the children had explained what had happened. The anxious women hurried up the lane, where they met the same man coming from the direction of The Hollow. <br /><br />Mrs Gardiner accosted him: "What have you done with the child?" "Nothing", he replied equably, maintaining this composure as he answered Mrs Gardiner's other questions. "Yes, he had given them money, but only to buy sweets which I often do to children", and Fanny, unharmed, had left him to rejoin the others. His air of respectability impressed the women and when he told them that he was a clerk of a local solicitor William Clement, they allowed him to leave. <br /><br />However, at seven o'clock, with the child still missing, worried neighbours formed a search party. They found poor Fanny's dreadfully mutilated remains in the hopfield. It was a sickening scene of carnage. The child's severed head lay on two poles, deeply slashed from mouth to ear and across the left temple. Her right ear had been cut off. Most horribly, both eyes were missing. Nearby lay a leg and a thigh. <br /><br />A wider search revealed her dismembered torso: the entire contents of chest and pelvis had been torn out and scattered, with some internal organs even further slashed or mutilated. So savage was the butchery that other parts of her body were recovered only after extensive searches over several days. Her eyes were found in the River Wey. <br /><br />On hearing of her daughters death, the distraught Mrs Adams ran to tell her husband (who was playing cricket on the Butts, South of the Town) then collapsed from grief and exhaustion. George Adams reacted to the news by returning home for his shotgun, and setting out for the hopfields in search of the murderer. Fortunately for both, neighbours disarmed him. <br /><br />Later that evening, Supt William Cheyney arrested the obvious suspect at his workplace, the solicitor's office in Alton High Street. "I know nothing about it," said 29-year-old Frederick Baker in the first of many protestations of innocence, before Cheyney escorted him through an angry crowd to Alton Police Station. <br /><br />The wristbands of Baker's shirt and his trousers were spotted with blood. His boots, socks and trouser bottoms were wet. "That won't hang me, will it?" he said nonchalantly, explaining that it was his habit to step into the water when out walking. But he could not explain how his clothing came to be bloodstained. More evidence - two small knives, one of them stained with blood - came to light when he was searched. <br /><br />The suspect was locked away while Supt Cheyney checked on his movements that afternoon. Witnesses confirmed that he had left the solicitors office shortly after 1pm, returning at 3.25pm, he again went out until 5.30pm. Mrs Gardiner and Mrs Adams had seen him coming from the direction of the hopfield some time after 5pm: if, as seems likely, he had murdered Fanny Adams during his first absence, had he returned to commit further depredations on his victim's body? <br /><br />Baker's fellow Clerk, Maurice Biddle, spoke of seeing him in the office at about six that evening, when he had described his meeting with Mrs Adams and Mrs Gardiner. Baker had seemed disturbed, "it will be very awkward for me if the child is murdered", he told Biddle. <br /><br />Later they went over to the Swan for a drink where the morose Baker said he might leave town on the following Monday. To his colleague's observation that perhaps he would have difficulty in finding a new job, Baker made the significant reply, "I could go as a butcher". <br /><br />On the following Monday, whilst searching Baker's office desk, Cheyney found his diary. It contained a damning entry which the suspect admitted writing shortly before his arrest. "24th August, Saturday - killed a young girl. It was fine and hot". At his trial Baker maintained that this entry, written when he was drunk, simply meant that he was aware a girl had been murdered. <br /><br />Meanwhile, a local painter William Walker had found a large stone in the hopfield, with blood, long hair and a small piece of flesh adhering to it. <br /><br />This, pronounced Dr Louis Leslie, the Alton divisional police surgeon, was probably the murder weapon; his post-mortem finding was that death had been caused by a crushing blow to Fanny's head. <br /><br />Tuesday evening saw the inquest before Deputy County Coroner Robert Harfield at the Duke's Head Inn. After viewing the gruesome remains, hearing the evidence and the handcuffed prisoners reply when the coroner asked if he wished to say anything ("No Sir - only that I am innocent"), the jury returned a verdict "wilful murder against Frederick Baker for killing and slaying Fanny Adams". He was remanded to Winchester Prison to await the formal committal hearing. <br /><br />This was held at Alton Town Hall on Thursday 29 August before local magistrates. Still protesting his innocence, the prisoner was committed for trial at the next County Assizes. A large crowd awaited his removal from the Town Hall and the Police were only able to protect him from the violence of the mob with great difficulty. Baker's trial opened at Winchester Assizes on 5 December. <br /><br />Little Minnie Warner was carried into court to testify; the defence strongly challenged her identification of Baker and also claimed (perhaps correctly) that it was impossible for his small knives to have dismembered the unfortunate Fanny so thoroughly. But the defence case centred on Baker's mental state, a sad tale of hereditary insanity. <br /><br />His father had "shown an inclination to assault even to kill, his children"; a cousin had been in asylums four times; brain fever had caused his sister's death; and he had attempted suicide after an abortive love affair. <br /><br />Apparently unimpressed, the jury rejected Mr Justice Mellor's judicial advice that they might consider the prisoner irresponsible for his actions through insanity, possibly the inevitable verdict today. <br /><br />After retiring for only 15 minutes the jury returned a guilty verdict, and Frederick Baker was hanged before a crowd of 5000, a large proportion of whom consisted of women, in front of Winchester's County Prison at 8am on Christmas Eve, 1867. <br /><br />Following the execution it became known that Baker had written to the parents of the murdered child to express deep sorrow over the crime that he had committed "in an unguarded hour and not with malice aforethought". He earnestly sought their forgiveness adding that he was "enraged at her crying, but it was done without any pain or struggle". The prisoner denied most emphatically that he had violated the child, or had attempted to do so. <br /><br />Poor Fanny's headstone which was erected by Public subscription and renovated a few years ago, is pictured here with her younger sister and Minnie Warner, and still stands in the town cemetery on the Old Odiham Road. It might have been our only reminder of the tragic affair had it not been for the macabre humour of British Sailors. <br /><br />Served with tins of mutton as the latest shipboard convenience food in 1869, they gloomily declared that their butchered contents must surely be 'Sweet Fanny Adams'. Gradually accepted throughout the armed services as a euphemism for 'sweet nothing' it passed into common usage. <br /><br />As an aside, the large tins in which the meat was packed for the royal navy, were often used as mess tins and it appears that even today mess tins are colloquially known as 'fannys'. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Alton, Hampshire URL <a href="http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=6236" target="_blank">Mudcat Cafe Music Foundation</a> trascription Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Frederick Baker murders the 8-year-old Fanny Adams and chops her corpse into many pieces. 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Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The end and Confession of John Felton who suffred in Paules Churcheyeard in London, the .viii. of August, for high Treason. 1570. EChe man desiers to haue reporte, of newes both strange and rare: And couits for to know those thinges, whereby they may be ware. For to avoyde those doynges greate, that might on them befall: For by example are they taught to do, and what they shall Receiue for their malicious mindes, and wicked Treasons greate: As now of late it hath been seen through Iustice iudgements seate. That holdes the sworde to do the right, and strike where blowes should fall: And punish for their wicked liues, eche one whom she doth call. The poore, the ritche, the learnd, ye wise the begger and the snudge: The Kynge somtime too hath it felt, aswell as hath the drudge. Wherefore be lawes decreed and made but for to punish those, That will not by theyr Prince be rewld but seemes to be theyr foes. As now is seene by Felton lo, that lately here did die, In Paules Churchyarde he left his life, on Galows taule and hie. Who from the prison where he lay, was drawne on Hardell there: For good example of all such, that they might take the feare. For to beware of suche like facte, as well in worde as deede: Least they for theyr like hier at last no better like to speede. * Now marke his ende and what I shall reporte here of his death: For why these eares of mine did here, and iyes while that his breath Remained in his wicked corps, which stubbornly did die: As one me thought somthing best raught through Treasons crueltie. His Gowne of Grograin he put of, which on his backe he had: And eke his Doublet which was made of Sattin somwhat sad. Into his Shirte he then was stript, and vp the Ladder he Did mount, for to receaue that death, that eche man there might se. These wordes he spake, and said alowde my Maisters all and some: One thinge I haue to say to you, now that I here am come. That is, I pray you all with me beare recorde what I say: I here protest before you all , this present dieyng day, That I was neuer Traytour sure, nor Treason to my Queene Did neuer do, nor neuer thought, that euer hath been seene. And for the facte wherefore I die, I can it not denie: But at the Gate where as the Bull was hanged, there was I, In company, on more with me, did hange it vp together: And though in place, I had not bin, it had not scaped euer. From hanging vp, for suredly, for that same present day: It had bin hanged, in that place, though I had been away. Then sayde the Shreue, vnto him, Oh Felton do remember: That thou hast bin, a Traytour great and to the Queene offender. And surely thou moste Trayterously, and stubbornly hast thou sought, The best thou couldst to go aboute, thy Prince to bringe to nought. And eke the Realme and all the rest, as mutche as in thee lay, Thou soughst by thy Traiterous harte, to bringe vnto decay. Therfore call vnto God the Lord, and pray him from thy hart: That he receaue thy soule to rest, when thou from hence shalt part. Well so I do, and here I craue, you all good people pray For me, that ready is to dye, and then began to say, Into thy hands, Oh Lord my God, I yeeld my Soule and Breath: For thou hast me redeemd, I say, with thy most precious death. In manus tuas Domine, and so the rest he sayde, The Hangman then did throwe him of, and so his breath was staide. He hanged theare vpon the Tree, and in a litle space: They cut him downe incontinent, that Iustice might take place. Wher as he quartred shoulde be, according to the Lawe: And to the Iudgement that he had, to make those stande in awe. That be of his affinitie: and surely there be some, That thinkes that he deserude not death in all that he hath don. He then dismembred was straight way, when he had ended that: His Belly ripped open wide, his Bowels all he gat. And to the fire he straight them threwe, which ready there was made: And there consumed all to dust, as is the fiers trade. His Head cut of, the Hangman then, did take it vp in hand: And vp alofte he did it showe, to all that there did stand. And then his body in Fowre partes, was quartred in that place: More pitty that his Traytorous Hart, could take no better grace. And thus he had his iust desarte, as well he had deserued: I would the rest that not repents, were likewise also serued. Beware you Papists all beware, be true vnto your Queene: Let not your Traiterous hartes be bent as here tofore hath been. Stand not against the liuing God, spurne not against his Law: Kicke not against the Pricke I say, but haue him still in awe. Be not ashamde to torne in time, set shamefastnesse aside: No shame it is to turne to God, though you haue gon far wide, The farther you haue gon astray, and wicked wayes hath led, The ernester you should returne, from that most wicked Bed, Wherin you lay a sleape long while, forgetting of his grace: Now call the refore vnto the Lord, to set you in that place, Where you may haue eternall rest, and liue in heauen hie: And rest in Abrahams bosome too, when that you needes must dye. And for that grace that God may geue, as I haue sayde before: I humbly pray continually, both now and euermore. Our Prince, our Queene Elizabeth, a happy state to haue: Let vs all pray with one accord, her noble grace to saue. And hir to keepe from all hir foes, and sheild eternally: From wicked wights that go about, to s_eke continually: Hir whole decay: the Lord defend, hir noble royall hart: From yeelding to those Foes of hirs, that daily plaies their parte. For to be reeue her of her right, and of hir stately Crowne: All those (I say) that so doth seke, God shortly throw them downe. Thus here I end, and once againe, the liuing God I pray: Our noble Qu_ene Elizabeth, preserue both night and day. ({quod}) F. G. FINIS. Œ_ Imprinted at London, in Fleetstreete, by VVilliam Hovv: for William Pickering: and are to be solde at his shop at S. Magnus corner. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1570 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Felton_(martyr)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Blessed John Felton (died 8 August 1570) was an English Catholic martyr, who was executed during the reign of Elizabeth I. <br /><br />Almost all of what is known about Felton's background comes from the narrative of his daughter, Frances Salisbury. The manuscript that holds her story has a blank where his age should be, but it does say that he was a wealthy man of Norfolk ancestry, who lived at Bermondsey Abbey near Southwark. He "was a man of stature little and of complexion black". His wife had been a playmate of Elizabeth I, a maid-of-honour to Queen Mary and the widow of one of Mary's auditors (a legal official of the papal court). He was the father of Blessed Thomas Felton. Felton was arrested for fixing a copy of Pope Pius V's Bull Regnans in Excelsis ("reigning on high"), excommunicating Queen Elizabeth, to the gates of the Bishop of London's palace near St. Paul's. This was a significant act of treason as the document, which released Elizabeth's subjects from their allegiance, needed to be promulgated in England before it could take legal effect. The deed brought about the end of the previous policy of tolerance towards those Catholics who were content occasionally to attend their parish church while keeping their true beliefs to themselves.<br /><br />The reaction seemed soon to be justified: it was the publication in England of Pius's exhortation that gave the impetus to the Ridolfi plot, in which the Duke of Norfolk was to kidnap or murder Queen Elizabeth, install Mary, Queen of Scots, on the throne and then become de facto king by marrying her. The law records say that the act was committed around eleven at night on 24 May 1570, but Salisbury claims it happened between two and three in the morning of the following day, the Feast of Corpus Christi. Felton had received the bulls in Calais and given one to a friend, William Mellowes of Lincoln's Inn. This copy was discovered on 25 May and after being racked, Mellowes implicated Felton, who was arrested on 26 May. Felton immediately confessed and glorified in his deed, "treasonably declar[ing] that the queen... ought not to be the queen of England", but he was still racked as the authorities were seeking, through his testimony, to implicate Guerau de Spes, the Ambassador of Spain, in the action. He was condemned on 4 August and executed by hanging four days later in St. Paul's Churchyard, London. He was cut down alive for quartering, and his daughter says that he uttered the holy name of Jesus once or twice when the hangman had his heart in his hand. He was beatified in 1886 by Pope Leo XIII. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, in Fleetstreete, by VVilliam Hovv: for William Pickering: and are to be solde at his shop at S. Magnus corner. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. St Paul's Churchyard, London Composer of Ballad F.G. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/01553680aba91e17201f8494e5a4ee13.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Britwell, no. 43/ HEH18304; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32268/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32268</a> Subtitle who suffred in Paules Churcheyeard in London, the . viii. of August, for high Treason. I570. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 end and Confession of Iohn Felton hanging high treason Male quartering https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b8bc4672b4e6b340c994af64c24cff6e.jpg 00216279d9c109d6b4dce4dd7a21f785 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Where is my love Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The Downfall of William Grismond, Or, A Lamentable Murder by him committed at Lainterdine in the County of Hereford the 22 of March. 1650. with his woful Lamentation. The tune is, VVhere is my Love. [Figure: ] O Come you wilfull youngmen, and hear what I shall tell, My name is William Grismond, at Lainterdine did dwell, O there I did a murder, as it is [...]non full well. And fo[...] mine offence I must dye. There was a Neighbours dauhhter, that l[...]ved there hard by, Whom I had promis'd Marriage, and with her I did ly. I [illeg.] did dissemble with her, my lust to satisfie. And for, &c. I had my pleasure with her, I had my lewd desire, The using of her body, was that I did require. I was ore come and snared, by him that is a Lyar. And for, &c. She claimed of me Marriage, and said she was with child, Saying marry me sw_et William, now you have me defil'd' If you do now forsake me, O utterly I'm spoyl'd And for, &c. When she had us'd these sp_eches, my anger did arise. And then to work her overthrow I quickly did devise. What though her words was honest yet I did them despise, And for, &c. O mark how it did happen, this huswife being poor. And I who was my Fathers heir, her words did urg me sore. For I could have another, with gold and silver store. And for, &c. My Father and my mother, I knew would not consent, If I had marryed with her, I knew I should be [illeg.] shent . Then unto wicked murder, my heart was fully bent. And for, &c. In flattering sort I brought her, into a field of broom, And when we both together, into the field was come. I had my pleasure with her, and then I was her doom. And for, &c. Then in the broom I kil'd her, with my accursed knife, There hatefully I kil'd her, who lov'd me as her life. I cut her throt I kil'd her. who should have b_en my wife. And for, &c. Thr_e dayes she lay there murdred before that she was found, But when the neighbours serching within that broomy ground. Did find her there uncovered. and with a bloody wound. And for mine offence I must dye. [Figure: ] [Figure: ] THe Neighbours having found her where I did doe this d_ed, There in the broom they found her where I her blood did shed: But when I did perceive that I ran away with sp_ed, And for mine offence I must dye. No sooner had they found her, but I away did goe. I thought to go to Ireland, the very truth is so. But God he would not suffer me. to run my Country throw, And for, &c. Yet I was got on Ship-board, as you may understand, But when the ship was troubled, I must go back to Land, I could not passe away so, with guilty heart and hand, And for, &c. There is some wicked person the ship-men then did say, Within this ship w_e know it, that cannot passe away. W_e must return to land her, and make no more delay, And for, &c. Then n_er unto Westchester, I taken was at last, And then in Chester Prison I suddenly was cast, From thence brought unto Hereford to answer what was past, And for, &c. But when my loving Father, his Gold he did not spare, To save me from the Gallows, he had of me great care, But it wodld not be granted, the Gallows was my share, And for, &c. My fault it was so hainous, it would not granted be, I must for an example, hang on the Gallow tr_e, God grant that I a warning to all young-men may be, And for, &c. O my dear loving Father, he was to me most kind, He brought me up most costly, so was his tender mind, But I indeed to lewdnesse was too too much inclin'd, And for, &c. He brought me up in Learning, his love to me was still, He thought it all too little, he did bestow on VVill, But when he lookt for comfort, his heart I then did kill, And for, &c. I might have had a marriage, my Father to contentŒ‡ And that my loving Mother, would give her hearts consent. But I had took such courses. doth make us all repent, And for, &c. Now young-men take warning, you see my fall is great, O call to God for mercy, Gods grace doe you intreat, I might have lived bravely, and had a gallant seat, And for, &c. O Lord I now crave pardon, with a relenting heart, I know my sins are hainous, I'm very sorry for't: Alas I have deserved, a very hard report, And for mine offence I must dye. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1663-1665 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad William Grismond's pregnant girlfriend asks him to marry her; he kills her instead. When her body is found three days later, he flees on a ship to Ireland. The ship must return to shore and he is arrested, taken to Westchester, Chester Prison and then to Hereford to be hanged. His father spends a lot of money to free him but to no avail. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, W. Gilbertson, 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 Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Hereford Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b8bc4672b4e6b340c994af64c24cff6e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit University of Glasgow Library, Euing Ballads 61; British Library; Bodleian; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31739/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31739<br /></a>Recorded in <em>Universal Songster 3</em>, p. 296; <em>The Crotchet</em> (1847), pp. 107-108. Subtitle or, A lamentable murder by him committed at Lainterdine in the county of Hereford, the 22 of March, 1650, with his woful [sic] lamentation. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 downfall of William Grismond hanging Male murder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1734 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Signed: Boston, Octob. 17. 1734. Matthew Cushing. Followed by verse in sixteen stanzas entitled A few lines upon the awful execution of John Ormesby [i.e., Ormsby] & Matth. Cushing, October 17th. 1734. One for murder, the other for burglary. Samuel Kneeland and Timothy Green were at this address in Boston in 1734. First two columns, on left half of sheet, contain Cushing's declaration. Third and fourth columns, on right half of sheet, contain the poem with woodcut of a hanging (Reilly 1175) at right of title. Imprint appears below third and fourth columns. Declaration and poem recorded independently by Bristol and Ford; possibly intended to be separated. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. [Boston] Printed and sold [by Samuel Kneeland and Timothy Green] at the printing house in Queen-Street, over against the prison., 1734] 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. burglary Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Boston Neck Subtitle a young man aged about twenty two years, who was try'd for burglary at the Superiour Court held at Boston in August last, and had sentence of death pass'd upon him for the same; which he deliver'd to us on Tuesday Sept. 24 and confirm'd the same before credible witnesses the day of his execution, to be published for the benefit of mankind. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet location: AAS Record Number: 0F2F81D79AFEFAF0, Record Number: w015181 <br />Recorded in <em>Early American Imprints</em>, Series 1, no. 40042 (filmed), and <em>Early American Imprints</em>, Series 1, no. 40044 (filmed). Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 declaration & confession of Matthew Cushing burglary hanging Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/805fa3a0365d1e73bb4dce50daf66df5.jpg 27eadc16466e3fa836293df0a377a5af Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Ah! Cruel Bloody Fate! Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I. AH! Cruel Bloody Tom! What canst thou hope for more, Than to receive the Doom Of all they Crimes before? For all they bold Conspiracies Thy Head must pay the score; Thy Cheats and Lies, Thy Box and Dice, Will serve thy turn no more. II. Ungrateful thankless Wretch! How could'st thou hope in vain (Without the reach of Ketch) Thy Treasons to maintain? For Murders long since done and past, Thou Pardons hast had store, And yet would'st still Stab on, and kill, As if thou hop'dst for more. III. Yet Tom, e'r he would starve, More Blood resolv'd to've spilt; Thy flight did only serve To justifie thy Guilt: While They whose harmless Innocence Submit to Chains at home, Are each day freed, While Traytors bleed, And suffer in their room. IV. When Whigs a PLOT did Vote, What Peer Justice fled? In the FANATICK PLOT Tom durst not shew his head. Now Sacred Justice rules above, The Guiltless are set free, And the Napper's napt, And Clapper clapt In his CONSPIRACY. V. Like Cain, thou hast a Mark Or Murder on thy Brow; Remote, and in the dark, Black Guilt did still pursue: Nor England, Holland, France or Spain, The Traytor can defend; He will be found In Fetters bound, To pay for't in the end. VI. Tom might about the Town Have bully'd, huff'd and roar'd, By every Venus known, Been for a Mars ador'd: By friendly Pimping and false Dice Thou might'st have longer liv'd, Hector'd and shamm'd, And swore and gam'd, Hadst thou no Plots contriv'd. VII. Tom once was Cock-a-hoop Of all the Huffs in Town; But now his Pride must stoop, His Courage is pull'd down: So long his Spurs are grown, poor Tom Can neither fly nor fight; Ah Cruel Fate! That at this rate The Squire shou'd foil the Knight! VIII. But now no remedy, It being his just Reward; In his own Trap, you see, The Tygre is ensnar'd; So may all Traytors fare, till all Who for their Guilt did fly, With Bully Tom By timely Doom Like him, unpity'd die. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Sir Thomas Armstrong was implicated in the the Rye House Plot (1683), an alleged Whig conspiracy to assassinate or mount an insurrection against Charles II of England because of his pro-Roman Catholic policies. The plot drew its name from Rye House at Hoddeston, Hertfordshire, near which ran a narrow road where Charles was supposed to be killed as he traveled from a horse meet at Newmarket. After fleeing to Amsterdam Armstrong was kidnapped by the King's agents and brought back to London in chains. After being hung and quartered his head was stuck on a pike at the gates of St. James Palace. It was later judged by Parliament that Sir Thomas had been unjustly executed and his principal accuser was expelled from Parliament. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong>The EXECUTION of SIR THOMAS ARMSTRONG A TRAYTOR AT TYBURN On FRIDAY, the Twentieth of June 1684</strong><br /><br />From <em><a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/49128/49128-0.txt" target="_blank">Curiosities of Street Literature</a>,</em> by Charles Hindley, p.168 <br /><br />The Sheriffs of London and Middlesex, about nine o'clock in the morning, coming to Newgate and demanding their prisoner, he was forthwith delivered to them, and put into a sledge and drawn to the place of execution, attended by a numerous guard, and as great a number of spectators, of all degrees and qualities, as have been seen on such occasions. Tho' he affected an air of courage, yet something of sullenness and reserve appeared in his countenance.<br /><br />He employed the time he was drawing to Tyburn in reading The Whole Duty of Man, till he came within sight of the gallows, and then he laid it by, and with lifted up hands and eyes, addressed himself to Heaven, till he came beneath the tree, where he remained about a quarter of a hour in the sledge; before he ascended the cart that stood ready for him, he desired the Sheriff to admit Dr Tennison to come to him; and having delivered a paper to the Sheriff, the Doctor kneeled down with the prisoner, and prayed with him about a quarter of an hour, during all which time the prisoner preserved a becoming and heroick countenance, little daunted with the terror of that fate he was in view of; but rising from his devotions, be pulled off his cravat and hat, which he gave to his servant who attended him, and had followed him by the sledge-side, when kneeling down himself, he prayed for a short time with fervency and devotion, begging pardon of his God for those manifold and crying sins he had too often been guilty of, and concluded with a resignation of himself to the God of heaven and earth, before whose judgement seat he was forthwith to appear, desiring that the whole world would forgive him, with, with whom he hoped to die in peace and charity. Having thus ended these devotions, he again stood up, and putting of his periwig, he had a white cap delivered to him, which he put on; and being soon tyed up, the chief of his discourse was addressed to a gentleman who stood by him; and after a short space, holding up his hands, he again renewed his prayers; his visage little changing all the time, till the very moment the cart drew away; the Executioner having pulled the cap over his eyes, he continued his prayers all the time, and even whilst he hung he hung, as long as life was in him, and he had the command of his lips; after he had hung about half an hour, and the executioner had divested him of his apparel, he was cut down according to his sentence, his privy members burnt, his head cut off, and shew'd to the people as that of a traitor, his heart and bowels taken out and committed to the flames, and his body quartered into four parts, which with his head, was conveyed back to Newgate, to be disposed of according to His Majesty's pleasure.<br /><br /><br /><strong><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Armstrong_(English_politician)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> </strong>Sir Thomas Armstrong (c. 1633 - 20 June 1684) was an army officer and MP executed for Treason. During the Interregnum he was a supporter of Charles II, participating in the plot to seize Chester Castle in 1655, and carrying funds from Aubrey de Vere, 20th Earl of Oxford to Charles in exile. He was possibly imprisoned for a year on his return. In 1657 he married Catherine niece of Edward Hyde, 1st Earl of Clarendon. <br /><br />Following the Restoration, he received, in February 1661, a commission with the Horse Guards. In August 1675 Armstrong killed the son of one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting at a London theatre. Armstrong was pardoned on the grounds that his opponent had drawn first. <br /><br />Armstrong served with James Scott, 1st Duke of Monmouth in France from 1672, fighting at the Siege of Maastricht (1673) and alongside the Dutch, in 1678. He was wounded at St Denis. In 1679 helped suppress the covenanter rising and fought at the battle at Bothwell Bridge. <br /><br />Monmouth's influence secured him as MP for Stafford in March 1679 to the first Exclusion Parliament. Following the Rye House Plot in 1683 he was indicted for high treason. He fled to Cleves and then Rotterdam but was captured and sentenced to death by Judge Jeffreys. Armstrong was executed on 20 June 1684. His head was affixed to Westminster Hall, three of his quarters were displayed in London, and the fourth at Stafford. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Sold at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden, 1684. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data Reference: Simpson 1966, pp. 4-6 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/805fa3a0365d1e73bb4dce50daf66df5.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library, Bridgewater, HEH 134741; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32146/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 32146</a> Subtitle OR, The Poor Whores Lamentation for the Apprehending OF Sir THOMAS ARMSTRONG. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bully WHIG: drawing and quartering hanging high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/aacf73bc515d9220a7f7bdd613ae7528.jpg 8a9aae772566777b42b495f09b3c595a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6bb6aff824b7d5478784bc5c78ecb05d.mp3 fed09bef195fb2e0a55b360c094b953c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my Foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALl you that come to see my fatal end, Unto my dying words I pray attend; Let my misfortunes now a warning be To e'ry one of high and low degree. Had I been kind and loving to my Wife, I might have liv'd a long and happy life; But having run a loose lascivious race, My days will end in shame and sad disgrace. My Duty towards God I did neglect, Therefore what mercy can I now expect; When I before the mighty Judge appear, To answer for my sins committed here. In wicked pleasures I my days have spent, And never had the Power to Repent, Till now at last my dismal doom I see, The just reward of Cruel Villany Here to the World I solemnly declare, I seldom did frequent the House of Prayer, But Harlots Houses and Carousing too, And now I see what it has brought me to. Upon a Sabbath day it happen'd so, To mrs. Bartletts House I chanc'd to go. One that did live by base Debauchery, And this has prov'd a fatal day to me. I entred in, and sat me down a while, Then came the Harlot with a pleasing smile, Invited me streight to an upper Room, Where we in sin the Sabbath did consume. The Glass with Sider then went freely round, Nay, Mum likewise in plenty did abound, And Cherry-brandy too, we drank beside, 'Till all my Senses they were stupyfied I finding this, I fain would gone my way, But Bartlett she intreated me to stay; And further to oblige me, said that I All night between her Nurse and she should lye. But I despis'd the profer which she made, Then calling to her Nurse and likewise said, Go fetch one gill of Cherry-brandy more, This done, then I'll hasten out of door? Then I did take in hand a bloody Knife, With which I soon bereaved her of life, For why, I cut her throat immediately, Thus Drunk I sent her to Eternity. This done, the Nurse I strove to kill, But Heaven would not let me have my will, I soon was seiz'd, and unto Justice brought, And this has now my sad destruction wrought. In Sodoms sins, you know her days she spent, Yet this can be no proper Argument, That I should thus her bloody Butcher be, Therefore I suffer for my Villany. My loving Wife, a Thousand times farewel, Thy sorrows here no Tongue or Pen can tell Yet God above I hope will still provide, For thee and all thy little ones beside. O let me be a warning to you all, That comes this day to see my dismal fall, Serve ye the Lord and shun all evil ways, And by that means you may prolong your days, Lord tho' my sins are of a scarlet dye, Yet let my Prayers come up to thee on High. My supplications unto thee I'll make Oh save my soul e'en for thy mercies [sake.] Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1691 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad James Selbee goes to see a prostitute, Mrs. Barlett, and in a drunken state, stabs her to death. He tries to murder her nurse but fails and is arrested and convicted. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Goodman's fields Tune Data <em>Fortune my Foe</em>, also known as, <em>Aim not too High</em> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.200; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20814/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20814</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew.<br /><br /> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/aacf73bc515d9220a7f7bdd613ae7528.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6bb6aff824b7d5478784bc5c78ecb05d.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The Sorrowfull Lamentation of James Selbee, who was Executed at Goodman's-fields, on the 2d of May, for the Murther which he Com-mitted on the Body of MRS. Bartlett. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bloody Murtherer: Audio recording Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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/b67030bba1f5eef6a5a8bf284545a027.jpg b06579927109d713d326e1b8e87f36de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOUNG men and maidens all give ear, Unto what I shall now relate; O mark you well, and you shall hear, Of my unhappy fate: Near unto famous Oxford town, I first did draw my breath, Oh! that I had been cast away, In an un[t]imely birth. My tender parents brought me up, Provided for me well. And in the town of Witt[a]m then, They placd me in a mill. By chance upon an Oxford lass, I cast a wanton eye, And promisd I would marry her, If she would with me lie But to the world I do declare, With sorrow, grief and woe, This folly brought us in a snare, And wrought our overthrow. For the damsel came to me, and said, By you I am with child: I hope, dear John, youll marry me, For you have me defild. Soon after that, her mother came, As you shall understand, And oftentimes did me persuade, To wed her out of hand. And thus perplexd on every side, I could no comfort find, So for to make away with her, A thought came in my mind. About a month from Christmas then, Oh! cursed be the day, The devil then did me persuade, To take her life away. I calld her from her sisters door, At eight oclock at night, Poor creature she did little dream, I ow'd her any spite. I told her, if shed walk with me, A side a little way, We both together would agree, About our wedding day. Thus I deluded her again, Into a private place, Then took a stick out of the hedge, And struck her in the face. But she fell on her bended knee, And did for mercy cry, For heaven sake dont murder me, I am not fit to die. But I on her no pity took, But wounded her full sore, Until her Life away I took, Which I can neer restore. With many grievous shrieks and cries, She did resign her breath, And in inhuman barbarous sort, I put my love to death. And then I took her by the hair, To cover this foul sin, And draggd her to the river side, And threw her Body in. Thus in the blood of innocence, My hands were deeply dyd, And shined in her purple gore, That should have been my bride. Then home unto my mill I ran, But sorely was amazd, My man he thought I had mischief done, And strangely on me gazd. Oh! whats the matter then said he, You look as pale as death, What makes you shake and tremble so, As though you had lost your breath. How came you by that blood upon, Your trembling hands and cloaths? I presently to him replyd, By bleeding at the nose. I wishfully upon him lookd, But little to him said, But snatchd the candle from his hand, And went unto my bed. Where I lay trembling all the night, For I could take no rest, And perfect flames of hell did flash, Within my guilty face. Next day the damsel being missd, And no where to be found; Then I was apprehended soon, And to the Assizes bound. Her sister did against me swear, She reason had no doubt, That I had made away with her, Because I calld her out. But Satan did me still perswade, I stiffly should deny, Quoth he, there is no witness can, Against thee testif[y]. Now when her mother she did cry, I scoffingly did say, On purpose then to frighten me, She sent her child away. I publishd in the post boy then, My wickedness to blind, Five Guineas any one should have, That could her body find. But Heaven had a watchful eye, And brought it so about, That though I stiffly did deny, This murder would come out. The very day before the assize, Her body it was found, Floating before her Fathers door, At Henly Ferry Town. So I the second time was seizd, To Oxford brought with speed, And there examined again, About the bloody deed. Now the coroner and jury both, Together did agree, That this damsel was made away, And murdered by me. The justice he perceivd the guilt, No longer would take bail: But the next morning I was sent, Away to Reading Goal. When I was brought before the judge, My man did testify, That blood upon my hands and cloaths, That night he did espy. The judge he told the jury then, The circumstance is plain, Look on the prisoner at the bar, He hath this creature slain. About the murder at the first, The jury did divide, But when they brought their verdict, All of them guilty cryd. The jailor took and bound me strait, As soon as I was cast; And then within the prison strong, He there did lay me fast. With fetters strong then I was bound, And shin bolted was I, Yet I the murder would not own, But still did it deny. My father did on me prevail, My kindred all likewise, To own the murder which I did, To them with watery eyes. My father he then did me blame, Saying, my son, oh ! why, Have you thus brought yourself to shame, And all your family; Father, I own the crime I did, I guilty am indeed, Which cruel fact I now confess, Doth make my heart to bleed. The worst of deaths I do deserve, My crime it is so base, For I, no mercy shewd to her, Most wretched is my case. Lord grant me grace while I do stay, That I may now repent, Before I from this wicked world, Most shamefully am sent. Young men take warning by my fall, All filthy lust defy; By giving way to wickedness, Alas! this day I die. Lord wash my hateful Sins away, Which have been manifold, Have mercy on me I thee pray, And Christ receive my soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1756-1790 ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed and Sold at Sympsons Printing Office, in Stonecutter-street, Fleet Market. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Reading Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.802-803, 3.802-803; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31475/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31475</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b67030bba1f5eef6a5a8bf284545a027.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Subtitle OR THE WITTAM MILLER, With an Account of his Murdering his Sweetheart. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The BERKSHIRE Tragedy, hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/89ffb8007f1c3e5db105729f6136db14.jpg b722650de632b13493febd37d225e6e2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1173">The Rich Merchant Man</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The Arrainement condemnation and execution of the grand [cutpurse] John Selman who was executed at White-hall uppon Twesday the seventh of Jaunary. 1612 To the tune of a rich Marchant man. HOw happy is that man. that in his b[r]east doth beare: A [...]st heart and in his heart, a perfect godly feare. A man so blest I say, can no discomfort have, He shall not ta[s]t a shamefull death, to fi[l]l a [t]im[e]less[e] grave. Could I of this before. have well and wisely thought: I would not have imbracd the course this wamefull death hath brought. But all my mind was then, on ydle wicked waies. To shift to gull, to cog and cheate, and so I spent my dayes. A multitude of thoughts, as black as hell it selfe, The Divell put into my heart, to compasse worldly pelfe. And many waies I used, both wicked base and foule, [S]till mindfull of my body still, unmindfull of my soule. In silke and velvets faire, I sometime us'd to goe: As I had used the Marchants trade, forsuch I was in shew. And at the worst I went, like one of good degree, And often used to change my sutes. as needfull I should see. So still I leap'd untouch't, till this presumptuous crime, This mounting sinne for that reveng up to the Heavens did clime, Upon the blessed day, we celebrate the birth, O'th deere Redeemer of us all. with joy and Godlymirth: Within the house of God, and at the sacred houre, O'th blest commanion I was touched, with Sathans damning power, In presence of the King, Whose majesty might make, A[w]fil intending wre[t]ch like me, to staggar faint and quake. This mischiefe vile I did, I pickt a pocket there, Nor sacred person time nor place, could make me faintly feare, When all were at their prayers, and exercise divine, I pryed about to get my prey, this divelish prey of mine, With hands and eyes to heaven, all did in reverence stand: While I in mischife used mine eye, and my accursed hand, Now was my mischiefe ripe. my villanyes full growne, And now the God in secret knew it. did make it open knowne. I could not shift it heere, n[y]r no denyall stond: For all hhe purse was newly tooke, twas taken in my hand, And heere I stand to pay, the price of that offence, God grant no christian after me, may such an act commence. I pray my fault may s[...] [e]xample to you all Tha[t] [t]housand soules [...] that thus hath mad[e] So praying all may pr[...] for mercy to my God I yeeld to death and pa[...] indure this heavy t[...] The names of his [...] Commision[...] William Lord Kno[...] mas Vavasor, Sir F[...] Sir Arthur Gorge, [...] nister, and others o[...] Cloth. Sir Edmund [...] Robert Leighe & M[...] Gerrard. The names of the gran[...] William Lancaster, E[...] John Bull, Gentlema[n] William Yates Yeo[man] Rebert Powlstone Ye[oman] Anthony Barklet, Yeo[man] George Cordall, Yeo[man] William Carter, Yeo[man] John Browne, Yeoma[n] John wonnam, Yeom[an] Edward Blacgrave, [...] Edward Beake, Yeom[an] Richard Langley, Yeo[man] Thomas Gawen, Yeo[man] Richard Gregory, Yeo[man] Roger Terry, Yeoman Edward Kiffin, Yeoma[n] John Whitlocke, Yeo[man] Richard Dyar, Yeoma[n] FINIS Quoth Henry S[mith] The Captaine Cut-purse. A new Ballad shewing the most notorious abuse of life of John Selman, who for cutting a purse in the Kings Chapell at White Hall on Christ- mas day was executed neere Charing crosse. To a new tune. THat men may feare the Acts, opugnant are to truth: I will anothamize the course, of lusty Selmans youth. His courses lewd and naught, the certaine path of death: As in himselfe you well may see, who for them lost his breath. All labor he cast off, and all religious awe: To ireligious actions bent, making his will [...] law: All company he us'd. that was prophane and nought, And with them all the Arts of sinne, he practized and wrought. With drunkerds hee'd carowse, the wicked healths they use, And so, (his understanding drown'd) would friend and foe abuse. As drunkerds use to doe, the act is too too bad: There is smal difference twixt a man thats drunke and one thats mad. For both's but want of sence, which both a like do lacke: And Godly unverstanding lost, the soule must needs to wracke. To this the killing sinne, of lust he would annex: And with a boyling blood pursue, the sinne o'th female sex. Counting their hell is heaven, dallying with their imbrace: Inchanted with his harlots lippe, dyed locke and painted face. with them hee'd revell rout, the houres of day and night: Counting their pleasures all his jo[y] their sport his best delight, And thus will he consume, the substance that his friends: Had to him given to be imployed, to good and thrifty ends. His stocke on strumpets vile, thus wasted and decaide: To keepe the flush of pleasure still: he fell tot'h cheaters trade. Sometimes with trickes at cards, sometime with cogging Dye: That he of purpose would prepare, to runne too low or hie. If all his wifts and trickes, would not prevaile to winne: Why there to this hee'd adde a worse and more presumptuous sinne. Hee'd get it out by oathes, sweare and forsweare apace: Without all feare of heaven or hell, or any thought of grace. Thus doth one sinne (like waves) runne on anothers necke: Unlesse (by grace) we can at first, our sinfull nature checke. And yet he stayed not heere, but prog[rest to] his sinnes: To fellony [in] [bases]t kind, anothers [right to] winne. In change of [gallant] suites, with all the t[...]s belongs: Unto the cunning cutpurse craft, hee'd follow crowds and throngs. There sometime cut a purse, sometime a pocket picke: In doing both he was a man, knowne very apt and quicke. All cheaters cutpurses, and pickpurses he knew: And was as some report of him, the Captaine of that crew: But for this sinne on earth, he payed the bitter price: God grant by his example all, may learne to fly his vice. FINIS. Henry Smith. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1612 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=3hJLeLHjh-YC&amp;pg=PA670&amp;lpg=PA670&amp;dq=john+selman+cutpurse&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=_-LTenyPzI&amp;sig=Gk3qXAD0ZKmEqvzw8T3avPuaz34&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=A6l6TqTDIMuYiAfspZk2&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false" target="_blank">Book of Days: A Miscellany of Popular Antiquities in Connection With the Calendar</a> Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. theft, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Whitehall Composer of Ballad Henry Smith Tune Data <strong>Part 1:</strong> <em>The Rich Merchant Man</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 602-604) <br /><strong>Part 2:</strong> A new tune <br /><strong>Date tune first appeared:</strong> 1594 - ballad called <em>Rich Merchant Man</em> registered by Thomas Deloney Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.130-131v; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20057/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20057</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/89ffb8007f1c3e5db105729f6136db14.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="550"></iframe> Subtitle who was executed at White-hall vppon Twesday the seuenth of Ianuary. 1612. To the tune of a rich Merchant man. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Arrainement condemnation and execution of the grand [cutpurse] Iohn Selman hanging Male robbery theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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/a1ddc46203bb436fa114de0f9e8b883e.jpg d0cb30369aee17e1b243d00e9baa1e49 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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/1170">Russell's Farewell</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics WIth melting Eyes and bleeding Heart, of Grief and Heaviness, Before this Life I do depart, my Sins I here confess, The which alas! are manifold, and of a scarlet Dye; The Bloud I shed, does, now behold, for fearful Vengeance cry. The Laws of God and Man I broke, by lewd unlawful ways, And therefore now Death's fatal stroke, will end my wretched days; Mercy, I'm sure, they cannot show to such a one as I, My scarlet Sins, they do, I know for fearful Vengeance cry. I must acknowledge to my shame, the Road I did frequent, So rich and poor where-e'r I came, tho' ne'r so innocent, I robb'd them of their Wealth with speed, such was my villany; But now my Heart begins to bleed, my Sins for Vengeance cry. Amongst my many Crimes, at last a Quaker's Bloud I spilt, Which does my hope of Glory blast, my Soul is stain'd with guilt; I murder'd him, and robb'd his Wife, for which I come to die; But, oh! the Sins of my lewd Life does for just Vengeance cry. At Stone-bridge, near to Kingsland- Town, I did my Pistol load, I shot him, and he soon dropt down, and dy'd there in the Road; His Wife, when she the Pistol hears, it was a sad surprize, By him she shed a flood of Tears, to hear his Groans and Cries. I took away what Gold they had, and likewise Silver too; Then after that, a little Lad I likewise did pursue; I spared neither Rich nor Poor, such was my villany, Alas! my wicked Sins therefore, does for just Vengeance cry. When I this wicked Deed had done, my Heart was harden'd sure, Tho through the Town the news did run, I thought myself secure; But Justice fairly found me out, condemn'd I am to die, My bloudy Sins, I make no doubt, they did for Vengeance cry. A wicked Creature I have been, unto a high degree; But now the Soul-amazing Sin, of Murther startles me, The fearful wrath of God I dread, as being brought to die, Because the Bloud which I have shed, does for just Vengeance cry. There's few or none regards my moan, because I was enclin'd, To covet that which wan't my own, a just Reward I find; It is no more than what is fit, that I should die, for why The Murther which I did commit, does for just Vengeance cry. All you that sad Spectators are, of this my shameful end, Afford me now a Christian-prayer, my Soul to God commend; For tho' I liv'd in Wickedness, yet since I come to die, A hearty Sorrow I express, for all my Villany. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1696 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed for J. Blare, at the sign of the Looking-glass on London-bridge 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, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Stonebridge, near Kingsland Tune Data Reference: Russell's Farewell BBB pp 621-624 Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.161; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20780/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20780</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a1ddc46203bb436fa114de0f9e8b883e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="350"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The last Dying Lamentation of Thomas Randall, who was arraign-ed and found guilty of the Murther of Roger Levins, at Stone-bridge, near Kings-land, for which he received the due Sentence of Death, and was accordingly Executed and Hang'd in Chains at the said Bridge, on the 29th of this Instant January. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Mournful Murtherer: hanging in chains Male murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/95690493a943c43e8f51dfc27a2a7dc1.jpg ca33d045422445d0cd7f27cdf4ec77e9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Follow bonny Lad</em>: Or, <em>The High-way Man's Delight</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics F Ollow bonny Lad, By the High-way side, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me as I love thee, then let us gang both together. And if we meet a Man, We'l cause him to stand, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l make him stand both together. Be it better, be't worse, We will take his Purse, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will take it both together. And than by and by, Follow the Hue and Cry, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l both be taken together. And [then in a Cart,] We'l [be carry'd] to York, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l both be carry'd together. Then over Mount-Hill, And by the Mill, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, one pint we will drink together. And then we must lye Until the next Assize, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, there we will lye together. And the next Assize, We must be Trappiz'd, my own dear loving B rother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we both will Swing together. With the Mattock and Spade, Our Graves shall be made, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l lye in a Grave together. But let us not be Fearful whilst free, my own dear loving Brother ; For if thou love me, as I love thee, we will fight and dye together. For a Knight of the Padd, Should never be sad, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, we will be merry together. Let what will come, We know our Doom, my own dear loving B rother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will cast away fear together. Our Booty we'l share, And take no futher care, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will spend it both together. Our Lasses and our Wine, Our Wits shall refine, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will share them both together. At nothing we'l grieve, So Silver we have, my own dear loving Brother; For if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, what we do we'l do together. Men of our Profession, Move by Discretion, my own dear loving B rother; And if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l jovially move together. Goals we will Contemn, Till we fall into them, my own dear loving B rother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l wear the stone doublet together. But as we now are, Let us have a care, my own dear loving Brother; And if thou love me, as I love thee, let us have a care toghther. O let us-still beware, Of the wretced Snare, my own dear loving Brother; And if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, O let us have a care together. O to dye in a Rope, Wilt destroy all our hope, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, if we dye we'l dye both together. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A fictional cautionary ballad, warning against highway robbery and imagining punishment for highwaymen. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Wright, I. Clark, VV. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery, theft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.157; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20777/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20777</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/95690493a943c43e8f51dfc27a2a7dc1.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="350"></iframe> Subtitle Or, Nevison's Last Legacy to the Knights of the High-Padd; By way of Caution, to deter them from following their Unlawful Enterprizes. Being a most Pleasant New Song, greatly in Request both in City and Country. Beware all you that set Unlawful Game, Least in the end your selves you sadly shame; Hemp is a fatal Weed, and spoils the growth Of many a rash and unadvised Youth: Then timely warning take er'e 'tis too late, And by that warning shun untimely Fate. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 High-way Mans Advice To his Brethren. hanging Male robbery theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a071f62d366af5ea866749cce5fc01e5.mp3 23806da3246ca66760956da6ce69f03c https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/01617e8be95518f90a3d8b069bdc245b.jpg a522d700f98c62ce4dcf1986d15f5de4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GOod People all I pray attend, and mind This Mournful Ditty and you'll quickly find, That cruel Sins does in this Kingdom Reign, Of which we have just reason to Complain. To see how Men run on their wicked Race With eagerness, as being void of Grace; Taking delight in those Notorious Crimes, Which are the cause of our Distracted times. Some Men with wanton Harlots leads their Life, And slights the kind Embraces of a Wife; Till ruin and destruction proves their fate, And then at length Repentance comes too late. As by these Mournful Lines it will appear, John Chambers, living in fair Warwick-shire, And at the Town of Tanworth, I declare, A loose lascivious life he did lead there. Keeping a wanton Harlot Company, But for his loving Wife continually He then abus'd, and likewise hated so. That at the length it prov'd his overthrow. That he those sinful pleasures might enjoy, Alas! he study'd dayly to destroy The Life of his right lawful loving Bride, Unto that end he many methods try'd. As from her Brothers House with him she went, His cruel heart to wickedness was bent; He did attempt to Drown her by the way, Yet Providence preserved her that day. Tho' at this time he could not have his will, His most inraged Malice reigned still; So that he neither night nor day could rest, Making the thoughts of Murder in his breast. Two Soldiers then he labour'd to employ, In this most horrid cruel Villany; Yet tho' he proffer'd them large Money then, They would not be such bloody-minded Men. Tho' he did with these disappointments meet, Yet he was still resolved to compleat This bloody Murther on his loving Wife, And in short space bereave her of her Life. He hir'd then a Servant of his own, Declaring that it never would be known. This said, the Wretch did not disputing stand, But straightways took the Bloody work in hand. Now while they did their Treachery conceal, Poor heart, who was set at her Spinning-Wheel, Free from the thoughts of either dread or fear, Who little knew her Death was drawing near. Servant and Master being both agreed, A Muskuet straight they Charge, and Load with speed; The Servant coming to his harmless Dame, He Shot her through the Body with the same. Just as she had receiv'd the fatal Wound, And languishing, lay sprawling on the ground, Her Husband came for to Salute her then, Like a false wretch, the very worst of Men. But she (alas) refus'd his Judas Kiss, And with her dying voice, she told him this: By Murther now you have procur'd my death, And with those words she yielded up her breath, Master and Man was then to Prison sent, In order for a Lawful Punishment: Nay, likewise when Assizes came at last, They for this Murder was Arraign'd and Cast. Now on the day that he was brought to Dye, The Master call'd to all the standers by; Wishing that they by him might warning take, And all lewd Womens Company forsake. For they alone, alas! has Ruin'd me, And now this day my dismal Doom I see; Had I been kind and loving to my Wife, I might have liv'd a long and happy Life. Farewel the World, and all vain Pleasures here, Good God, when I before thy Throne appear, Altho' my Sins are many, gross and foul, Do thou be merciful, and save my Soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Giltspur/ street, without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tamworth, Warwickshire Tune Data <em>Fortune my foe</em> is also known as <em>Aim not too high</em> (recording is <em>Fortune my foe</em>) Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.169; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20786/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20786</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/01617e8be95518f90a3d8b069bdc245b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="350"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a071f62d366af5ea866749cce5fc01e5.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The Cruelty of John Chambers, who lately lived at Tanworth, in Warwick-shire, and conspir'd the Death of Wife, hiring a Servant to Shoot her with a Musket, which he accordingly did, for which they were both Arraign'd, found Guilty, and Executed for the same. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE Bloody-minded Husband; Audio recording hanging highway robbery Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/67e746d1c35e23bb48ffacab239930e5.jpg 1912aae5d4c51c3bdc0b58bd48e1bfe7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>State and Ambition</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for J. Dean Bookseller in Cranborn-Street, near Newport-House, / in Leicester-Fields. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data Reference: State and Ambition (Simpson 1966, pp. 683-5) Date tune first appeared: 1683 Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Bridgewater, HEH 134748; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32148/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32148</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/67e746d1c35e23bb48ffacab239930e5.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle He being Condemned for HIGH-TREASON, and Conspiring the Death of the KING and the DUKE, and subverting the Government of these three Kingdoms A SONG. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sr. Thomas Armstrongs Last Farewell to the VVORLD: drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b91db59548b553560dcf6d7edb6b52fa.jpg e28506c46d5e52d1026610f03e748d50 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1169">Welladay</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics C Ourteous kind Gallants all, pittie me, pittie me, My time is now but small, here to continue: Thousands of people stay, To see my dying day, Sing I then welladay, wofully mourning. Once in a gallant sort lived I, lived I. Belov'd in Englands court graced with honours: Sir Walter Rauleighs name Had then a noble fame: Though turned now to shame through my misdoing. In youth I was too free of my will, of my will, Which now deceiveth me of my best fortunes: All that same gallant traine Which I did then maintaine, Holds me now in disdaine for my vaine folly. When as Queene Elizabeth ruld this land, ruld this land, I trode the honord path of a brave Courtier: Offices I had store, Heapt on me more and more, And my selfe I in them bore proud and commanding. Gone are those golden dayes, woe is me woe is me: Offences many waies brought unto triall, Showes that disloyaltie Done to his Majestie, Judgeth me thus to dye; Lord for thy pitie. But the good graces here of my King, of my King, Shewd to me many a yeere makes my soule happie In that his royall Grace Gave me both time and space Repentance to embrace: now heaven be praised. Thirteene years in the tower have I lien, have I lien. Before this appoynted houre of my lives ending: Likewise such libertie Had I unluckily, To be sent gallantly out on a voyage. But that same voyage then prov'd amis prov'd amis, Many good gentlemen lost their good fortunes: All that with me did goe Had sudden overthrow My wicked will to shew gainst my deere Countrey. When I returned backe, hoping grace, hoping grace, The tower againe alacke was my abiding: Where for offences past, My life againe was cast Woe on woe followed fast to my confusion. It plea'sd my royall King thus to doe, thus to doe, That his peeres should me bring to my lives judgement. The Lieutenant of the tower Kept me fast in his power, Till the appointed houre of my remooving. The Second Part . T O Westminster then was I garded strong, garded strong Where many a wandring eye saw me convayed Where I a Judgment had, for my offences bad, Which was to loose my head, there the next morning. So to the Gatehouse there, was I sent, was I sent, By knights and gentlemen, guarding me safely, Where all that wofull night, My heart tooke no delight: Such is the heavie plight of a poore prisoner. Calling then to my mind, all my joyes, all my joyes, Whereto I was inclind, living in pleasures: All those dayes past and gon, Brings me now care and mone, Being thus overthrowne, by mine own folly. When the sad morning came I should die, I should die: O what a fright of shame: fild up my bosome: My heart did almost breake, when I heard people speake, I shold my ending make as a vile traitor. I thought my fortunes hard, when I saw, when I saw In the faire pallace yard a scaffold prepared: My loathed life to end: On which I did ascend. Having at all no friend there to grant mercy. Kneeling downe on my knee, willingly, willingly, Prayed for his Majustie long to continue: And for his Nobles all. With subjects great and small, Let this my wofull fall be a fit warning. And you that hither come thus to see, thus to see My most unhappy doome pittie my ending. A Christian true I die: Papistrie I defie, Nor never Atheist I as is reported. You Lords & knights also in this place, in this place Some gentle love bestow pity my falling: As I rose suddenly Up to great dignitie, So I deservedly die for my folly. Farewell my loving wife woe is me, woe is me: Mournefull wil bee thy life, Left a sad widdow. Farewell my children sweet, We never more shall meet Till we each other gr[ee]t, blessed in heaven, With this my dying knell willingly, willingly, Bid I the world farewell full of vaine shadowes All her deluding showes brings my heart naught but woes Who rightly feeles and knowes. all her deceivings. Thus with my dying breath doe I kis, doe I kis, This axe that for my death here is provided: May I feele little paine, when as it cuts in twaine, what my life must sustaine all her deceivings. My head on block is laid, And my last part is plaid: Fortune hath me betraid, sweet Jesus grant mercy. Thou that my headsman art, when thou list, when thou list, Without feare doe thy part I am prepared: Thus here my end I take farewel world, farewel world, And my last will I make, climing to heaven: For this my offence, I die with true penitance, Jesus recieve me hence: farewell sweet England. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1618 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Printed for Philip Birch and are to be sold at his shop at the Guyld-hall . Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Old Palace, Westminster Tune Data Composer: William Elderton Date tune first appeared: 1569 Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College, Pepys Library - Cambridge (1.110-111); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20046/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20046</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b91db59548b553560dcf6d7edb6b52fa.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Who was beheaded in the old Pallace at Westminster the 29. of October. 1618. To the tune of Welladay. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sir Walter Rauleigh his lamentation: beheading Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0cc509ae84f33d7ffef0efb82193b4d6.jpg 56830cd4ee478e256a04fe7c93b48044 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/10db073796f9f5da816f9cba1f52b7e2.jpg bbc106c8a699482b78faa8f7bc9f4d34 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7d06664b6faa2b4a33bbc4131caf6f44.mp3 ab95c0b1fe0297a94890819afdd4b774 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174"><em>Packington's Pound</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Farewel Worldly Pleasures and fading delight, For now all my days must be turnd into night, Now suffer I must, and the race I have run, Has shortned my days, and my thred it is spun: Oh wretch that I was for to Plot or Conspire Against that good Prince, who the world do admire! And now for the same I am in a sad plight, A poor, and distressed, unfortunate Knight. How might I have lived in splendour and fame, That now by true Subjects am greatly to blame: No pitty I find there is falls to my share, My spirits decay, and I fall in despair,: But how could I expect any favour to find, That harbourd such thoughts in my treacherous mind All you that in mercy do fix your delight, Now pitty etc. My days, that long time I in pleasure did spend, In shame and disgrace like a Traytor I end; Though it grieves me to think, yet confess it I must, The Sentence past on me is nothing but just; For the deeds I have done, & the words I have said, Were I to be punishd by losing my Head, Grim death would the less then my senses affright, That am a distressed etc. But the thoughts of a Rope are most dreadful to me, That must hang for my Crimes at the 3 cornerd tree, And there in the view of a thousand, or more, Receive what I long had deserved before. Oh Justice severe! how swift are thy wings To pursue the Blood-suckers of mercifull Kings; Who in thoughts are oppressed by day and by night, Like me a distressed etc. Though I had got over and crossed the Seas, My mind was afflicted, my soul not at ease, My conscience was filled with horrour and d[r]ead, That Vengeance would follow where ever I fled; And now to my sorrow most certain I find That which so long time hath afflicted my mind, And w[i]ll now put an end to my joy and delight, Tha[t] am a distressed unfortunate Knight. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, and T. Passenger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. drawing, hanging, and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data <em>Packington's Pound</em> is often cited as <em>Digby's Farewell, Packingtons Pound</em> or <em>Amintas' Farewell. </em>The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.10.29, Page 4.29; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30947/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 30947</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew. <br /><br /> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0cc509ae84f33d7ffef0efb82193b4d6.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7d06664b6faa2b4a33bbc4131caf6f44.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle Who for High-Treason (conspiring against the Life of the King, and his Royal Brother, and the subversion of the Government;) was on the 14th. day of Iune, 1684. condemned to be Drawn, Hang'd, and Quarter'd; and was accordingly executed at Tyburn, on the 20th. of the said Month, in the view of many Spectators. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Sir Thomas Armstrong was executed in 1684 for his involvement in the Rye House Plot which planned to assassinate Charles II and his brother and heir James II. Armstrong was not executed in the usual place for nobility, Tower Hill, but instead he was drawn on a hurdle to Tyburn, where he was hanged and quartered. This was the most shameful way to be executed, and is why Armstrong sings that 'the thoughts of a Rope are most dreadful to me,/That must hang for my Crimes at the 3 cornerd tree'. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sir Thomas Armstrong's Farevvel: Audio recording drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9183b308609a30d96f259404ee2fb0e6.jpg 661a58da4ea40adf8b84979ad8669783 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics TRue Preachers which God liketh well, To you I runne wyth all my hart, Your wordes with me are like to dwell, Vntyll thys lyfe I shall depart. As for the rest whose tounges are tyde, To them who runs, he runs far wyde. Œ_What so doth best commend the truth, All falshood lykewyse discommendes, I know you Preachers tender youth, And visits them lyke faythfull frendes. Yet if there hap a dismoll day, The Wolues would teare your liues away Œ_But they that humbly do you beare, And eke well beare your woordes away, Hauing their vnderstandinges cleare, Needes neuer feare the dismoll day. Nor wyll seek[Single illegible letter] peace here in this lyfe, Where nought is found but war and strife. Œ_So they that do, nor yet wyll beare, When they be cald, and truth is told, Ill haps to them vnwares is neare, Yet blindnes maketh Bayardes bold. But they that warned are in tyme, Halfe armed are gainst daungerous crime. Œ_A tryall iust I found of late, Where Preachers dyd them selues addresse, To spend the day within Newgate, To comfort two whom Law bad presse. There did I see that comfort great, Whereof our Preachers oft intreat. Œ_There saw I more, do what they might, Sharpe iudgement pass, the Presse at hand, The one would not remyt hys spight But doth the same to vnderstand, By blasphemies most horrible, And countenaunce most terrible. Œ_[Illegible word] would beleue that he should dye, Which playnly dyd to vs appeare, By [...]yish countenaunce smylingly, Which seemed very monstrous geare. And yet he was of perfect mynde, But thus he shewed hys diuelish kynde. Œ_Wyth hym perswasions would not serue, In all my lyfe I saw none sutch: He sware great othes he would not sterue, If ought there were within the hutch. And to it he went full egerly, As one that thought he should not dye. Œ_Anon there came a prisoner in, That yrons had clapt on good store. Gods hart quoth Wat, you wyl not lyn, These partes you playd lyke slaues before. And vp he snatch hot coales in hand, To throw at one that by did stand. Œ_This stander by a Keeper was, That hardly handled him alwayes: Wherefore if he myght bring to pas, That Keeper should now end hys dayes. Though he did burne in hell therefore. Sutch Keepers should keepe there no more. Œ_This desperate foole intreated was, By Master Yong and others there, To pray for them that dyd trespas, And to forgeue, sithe death is neare. Gods woundes quoth he, it is shame for ye, That cry not agaynst this tyrannye. Œ_Why wyll not bolts or fetters serue, Thinke you (quoth Wat) to hold this man? He hath no money though he sterue, Hys hos[Single illegible letter] and doublet must trudge than. If bell there be, or plages to fall, These Villains wyll be plaged all. Œ_For my part if I boyle in lead, I cannot hold but brawle this out. Would I might [Single illegible letter]ight how euer I sped, Chuld course that Ore and fl[...]ring Lout. No more good Wat, quoth Master Yong, Thou hurt[Section of illegible text] thy selfe most wt that tong. Œ_Thus parted he and Master Yong, Much greued for hys senceles soule. But I remayned and vsed my tong, As God dyd force vice to controle, But-Wat no chaungeling would not rest, But fell a fresh vnto a [Single illegible letter]est. Œ_As I might then I did exhort, Them both with me to go and pray, Where I would speake to their comfort, If that the Lord dyd not say nay. The time is short, therefore quoth I, Let vs seeke the Lord whiles he is nye. Œ_I pray you be content quoth Wat, The Lord hath mercy inough in store, I may yet haue my part of that, As he to others hath geuen before. You must repent and cal for grace, (Quoth I) els neuer looke to see Gods face. Œ_Then was the tother glad of me, And gaue to God great thankes and prayse, That he might haue my companye, With hym for to remayne alwayes. Wherein such comfort great he found, That teares of ioy dropt to the ground. Œ_I see now God is good (quoth he) And wyll not haue my soule be lost, But hath prouided you for me, Not sparing any payne nor cost. You come from God, your words arswete, I feele Gods grace my hart doth mete. Œ_I would I had knowen you befor[Section of illegible text]e, But now it is in ryght good tyme: For though my carcas be forlorne, My soule to God I feele doth clyme. Oh beare me (sayth he) to the rest, Ill haps to me is for the best. Œ_Heare how this misery hath wrought, The taming of my flesh so proud: My soule to God that hath it bought, I do commend with voyce so loud. Knowing that he doth heare my cry, And pardons me immediately, Œ_Would God the world dyd heare my voyce And would be warned by my death, Then would they not in euyll reioyce, But prayse the Lord whyles they haue breath. And loue hym that hath loued them well, Who hath redeemed their soules from hell. Œ_O God (quoth he) is thys thy kynde, To care for hym that knew not thee? I neuer had thee earst in mynde, Yet now thy grace hath healed me. Due thankes to thee I cannot geue, That hast now made me to beleue. Œ_O tell me I pray, what is your name, Sayth he to me vnknowen you are: To you lykewyse I am the same, But God that knowes vs is not far. He wyll reward you this I trust, Sith I cannot that dye needes must. Œ_So God dealt with me yester day, A frend be sent vs in Limbo: Whose good estate God blesse alway, For that good [Single illegible letter]ore that came him fro. Hys name was Draper Alderman, Which was my comfort great as than. Œ_He prayed wyth vs most earnestly, No scorne was in hys v[Single illegible letter]luet cote, Wyth teares he kyst vs louingly, And went with mourning there God wote. So doth the power of the Lord, Make diuers men in truth accord. Œ_Thus God hath found me out at length, And stayed me of my wicked race And me indu[...] with perfect strength No [Single illegible letter]ong can rightly prayse such grace I would my death were much more vile That others might beware ther while. Œ_So then we prayed ech one for other Wyth trickling teares of ioye and greefe In truth I tooke him for my brother Though neuer so much he were a theefe. Then death to him could not come ill, For of Gods grace he had his fill. Œ_Then foorth we went and made a fyre, I dyned there wyth bread and cheese: To sing some Psalmes was his desyre, So ech man soonge in their degrees. O Lord turne not away thy face, From hym that lyes prostrate in place. Œ_But Watson fell vnto hys foode As one that hungry was in deede And merely eate that he thought good, But threw the rest the dogs to feede. I saw no thought that he did take, Nor lykelyhoode from sinne to wake. Œ_Then vp came Maister Yong agayne Their deathes now being at the doore But Watson could not yet refrayne, But laughes it out still more and more. Still all in vayne to hym was sayd, Yet all the rest downe kneeling prayde. Œ_Then Skarlet tooke hym by the hande And preached, though small to his regarde Yet all the rest might vnderstande, Hys woordes deserued to be harde. And yet he could not [Single illegible letter]olde but smyles, In deede he was begylde therwhyles. Œ_A Prisoners tale that he dyd trust Made hym that way to loose hys lyfe So there the matter was discust, The presse at length did end their stryfe. He trusted that which was vntrue, Vntill it was to late to rue. Œ_Lo thus much I thought good to wryte For those that warned yet will be That they in euill no more delyght, Nor to such councell do agree. Who dyd this yll one so peruarte, That heauy presse burst Watsons harte. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1569 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Preacher recounts attempts to comfort two prisoners; one, alderman Draper, repents; the other, Watson, believes falsely that he will be reprieved and thus does not repent Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London by Iohn Awdely, dwellyng in litle Britaine streete without Aldersgate Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. pressing Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Newgate Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet Location: Huntington Library - Britwell, no 60/ HEH18321, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32408/image">EBBA 32408</a><br />Recorded in CM Simpson 1966, <em>The British Broadside Ballad and its Music</em>, Rutgers University Press, New Brunswick, pp. 323-4. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9183b308609a30d96f259404ee2fb0e6.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Of the endes and deathes of two Prisoners lately pressed to death in Newgate. 1569. Male pressing https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3ffa18763e4b676bf2e01f404f3409a3.jpg 024680564ed25d570861dee5a26309c7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Troy Town</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Come and assist my trembling Pen, while I endeavour to explain The bloody minds of cruel men, That will no wickedness refrain, But bloody Humors to fulfill Innocent blood they daily spill. Now my sad story I'le begin, The like I think you ne'r did hear, How that the great Esquire Thin, Was murther'd it doth plain appear; Their bloudy minds for to fulfill, This squire most horridly they kill. On Sunday last this Gentleman Clear of all Scandals and Reproach, At severall places he had been Accompany'd with his Grace inCoach, This worthy person thought no ill, Whilst Villians sought his bloud to spill And thus they pass'd the Streets along Till seven or eight a Clock at night, & then his Grace he would be gone In whom so much he did delight, Poor soul he little thought of ill, while villains sought his blood to spill. His Grace he was no sooner gone, But this sad accident befell, By Villains he was set upon Neer to a place thats called Pell-mell, Their Hellish minds they did fulfill and there his precious bloud did spill. Up to his Coach these Villains ride, As by his Servants it is said, With Weapons which they did provide Whilst he poor soul was not afraid, For harmless souls ner fear no ill. while villains seek their blood to spill Meeting with him as they desir'd, Their Hellish courage then grew hot, Into his Coach at him they fir'd, And into his belly him they shot, And so like Villains him they kill'd, & his most precious bloud they spill'd. Away like Villains then they fled; With horror doubtless in their mind, This worthy soul three quarters dead, Bleeding i'th Coach they left behind: Now had the Villains got their will That sought his precious bloud to spill When these unwelcome tydings came Unto the Dukes astonish'd ear, His wond'rous sorrow for the same Did on a suddain plain appear. He strait pursu'd those that did spill, His precious bloud that thought no ill This Person then did all the night Pursue these murtherers in vain, Till Sol with his resplendent light Did to our sight return again, But could not find those that did kill That harmless soul as thought no ill But Heaven did presently find out What lovely Monmouth could not do, Twas well he was the Coach gone out, Or he might have been murther'd too, For they who did this squire kill Would fear the Bloud of none to spill. These Villains they were seiz'd at last, And brought before his Majesty, This horrid thing they then confest Now Prisoners they in Newgate lie, And be condemned no doubt they will, That squire Thyn's sweet blood did spill. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1682 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Thynne_(died_1682)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Thomas Thynne (1647/8-12 February 1682) was an English landowner of the family that is now headed by the Marquess of Bath and politician who sat in the House of Commons from 1670 to 1682. He went by the nickname "Tom of Ten Thousand" due to his great wealth. He was a friend of the Duke of Monmouth, a relationship referred to in John Dryden's satirical work Absalom and Achitophel where Thynne is described as "Issachar, his wealthy western friend". <br /><br />Thynne was the son of Sir Thomas Thynne, and his wife Stuarta Balquanquill, daughter of Dr. Walter Balquanquill. His father was a younger son of Sir Thomas Thynne of Longleat, Wiltshire. In 1670 Thynne succeeded to the family estates at Longleat on the death of his uncle Sir James Thynne without issue. He also succeeded his uncle as Member of Parliament for Wiltshire, and sat until his death in 1682. <br /><br />On 15 November 1681 Thynne married the wealthy Lady Elizabeth Percy, only child of Joceline Percy, 11th Earl of Northumberland. <br /><br />Thynne was murdered on 12 February 1682 after the Swedish Count Karl Johann von Konigsmark began to pursue his wife. He was shot while riding in his coach in Pall Mall, London, by Konigsmark and his three accomplices Christopher Vratz, John Stern and Charles George Borosky. The four were soon arrested; however Konigsmark was acquitted of the murder (due to the corruption of the jury according to diarist John Evelyn) but Vratz, Stern and Borosky were hanged on 10 March 1682. <br /><br />Thynne's remains were interred in a marble tomb in Westminster Abbey. The tomb is decorated in part with a representation of the murder of Thynne in 1682. A popular ballad summed up the episode in form of a mock epitaph: <br /><br />"Here lies Tom Thynne of Longleat Hall <br />Who ne'er would have miscarried; <br />Had he married the woman he slept withal <br />Or slept with the woman he married." Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for the Author, J.M. 1682. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Composer of Ballad J. M. Image / Audio Credit Huntington, Library - Bindley (formerly Luttrell), HEH 135832; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32291/citation" target="_blank">EBBA 32291</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3ffa18763e4b676bf2e01f404f3409a3.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Or, an Account of the Bloudy Murther of THOMAS THYN, Esq; On Sunday the 12th. of February 1682. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Murther Unparalel'd: hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/67f06218a294cf534797c08d3d79785a.jpg 6884019019a2f2e897f637c4d29c6af3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Wandering and wavering</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I Am a poor Prisoner condemned to die ah wo is me, wo is me, for my great folly Fast fettered in Irons in place where I lye be warned young wantons, hemp passeth green holly. My Parents were of good degree By whom I would not ruled be Lord Jesus receive me, with mercy relieve me, Receive O sweet Saviour, my Spirit unto thee. My name is Hutton, yea Luke of bad life ah wo is me, etc. Which on the High-way did rob Man and Wife be warned Inticed by many a graceless mate Whose Counsel I repent too late. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Not twenty years Old (alas) was I ah wo is me, etc. When I began this Fellony be warned With me went still twelve Yeomen tall Which I did my twelve Apostles call Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. There was no Squire nor Baron bold ah wo is me, etc. That rode by the way with silver and gold be warned But I and my Apostles gay Would lighten their load ere they went away. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. This news procured my Kinsfolks grief ah wo is me, etc. That hearing I was a famous Thief[,] be warned They wept, they wailed, they wrung their hands That thus I should hazzard life and lands Lord Jesus forgive me etc. They made me a Jaylor a little before oh wo is me, etc. To keep in Prison Offendors sore be warned But such a Jaylor was never known I went and let them out every one. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. I wis this sorrow sore grieved me ah wo is me, etc. Such proper men should hanged be be warned My Office then I did defie And ran away for company. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Three years I lived upon the Spoil ah wo is me, etc. Giving many an Earl the foyl be warned Yet did I never kill man nor wife Though lewdly long I led my life. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. But all too bad my deeds have been ah wo is me, etc. Offending my Country, and my good Queen be warned All men in York-shire talk of me A stronger Thief there could not be Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, Receive O Sweet Saviour, my Spirit unto thee. UPon Saint Lukes day was I born ah wo is me, ah wo is me, for my, etc. Who want of Grace hath made me scorn be warned young wantons, hemp, etc. In honour of my Birth=day then I rob'd in bravery nineteen men Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, Receive O sweet Saviour, my Spirit unto thee. The Country were to hear this wrong ah wo is me, etc. With Hues and Cryes, persued me long be warned Though long I scap'd. yet loe at the last At London I was in Newgate cast. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Where I did lye with grieved mind ah wo is me, etc. Although my Keeper was gentle and kind be warned Yet was he not so kind as I To let me go at liberty. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. At last the Sheriff of York-shire came ah wo is me, etc. And in a Warrant he had my name be warned Quoth he at York thou must be try'd With me therefore hence must thou ride Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Like pangs of Death his words did sound ah wo is me, etc. My hands and arms full fast he bound be warned Good Sir, quoth I, I had rather stay I have no heart to ride that way. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. When no intreaty would prevail ah wo is me, etc. I called for Wine, Beer, and Ale be warned And when my heart was in woful case I drank to my friends with a smiling face Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. With clubs and staves I was guarded then ah wo is me, etc. I never before had such waiting men be warned If they had ridden before me amain Be-shrew me if I had call'd them again Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. And when unto York that I was come ah wo is me, etc. Each one on me did cast his doom be warned And whilst you live, this sentence note Evil men can never have good report. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Before the Judges then I was brought ah wo is me, etc. But sure I had a careful thought be warned Ninescore Indictments and seventeen Against me there were red and seen. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. And each of those were fellony found ah wo is me, etc. Which did my heart with sorrow wound be warned What should I herein longer stay For this I was condemned that day, Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. My Death each hour I did attand ah wo is me, etc. In prayers and tears my time I did spend be warned And all my loving friends that Day I did intreat for me to pray. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. I have deserved Death long since ah wo is me, etc. A viler sinner lived not than I be warned On Friends I hoped life to save But I am fitted for the grave. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Adieu my loving friends each one ah woe is me, etc. Think on me Lords when I am gone be warned When on the Ladder you do me view Think I am neerer Heaven then you. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1681-4 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events This is another version of a <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/884">Luke Hutton pamphlet</a>, to same tune, but printed many years later. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. York Image / Audio Credit Pepys 2.147; National Library of Scotland - Crawford, EB.554, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32986/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 32986</a>; University of Glasgow Library - Euing 1.189, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31944/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31944</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/67f06218a294cf534797c08d3d79785a.jpg" frameborder="0" width="500" height="400"></iframe> Subtitle which he wrote the day before his Death, being condemned to be hang'd at York, for his Robberies and Trespasses committed thereabouts. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Luke Huttons Lamentation, hanging highway robbery Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0251d3c3b4901cee91d882580a021ff3.jpg 993be8498e003c66724e6306f11e0804 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Wandering and wavering</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1598 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Highwayman Luke Hutton is hanged for his crimes in York Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events For discussion of parentage of and writings ascribed to the highwayman Luke Hutton, see Arthur Valentine Judges, <em>The Elizabethan Underworld</em> (London, 1930), pp. 269-95 and notes, pp. 506-8. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for Thomas Millington Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. York Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0251d3c3b4901cee91d882580a021ff3.jpg" frameborder="0" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Britwell, Shelfmark: HEH18307; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32346/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32346</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I Am a poore prisoner condemned to dye, ah woe is me woe is me for my great folly, Fast fettred in yrons in place where I lie Be warned yong wantons, hemp passeth green holly My parents were of good degree by whom I would not counselled be, Lord Jesu forgive me with mercy releeve me, Receive O sweet saviour my spirit unto thee. My name is Hutton, yea Luke of bad life ah woe is me woe is me for my great folly: Which on the highway robd man and wife, be warned yong wantons, etc. Inticed by many a gracelesse mate, Whose counsel I repent too late. Lord, etc. Not twentie yeeres old alas was I ah woe is me woe is me, etc. When I began this fellonie be warned yong wantons, etc. With me went stil twelve yeomen, tall Which I did my twelve a Apostles call. Lord, etc. There was no Squire nor barron bold ah woe is me woe is me for my great folly: That rode the way with silver or gold, be warned yong wantons, etc. But I and my twelve Apostles gaie, would lighten their load ere they went away, lord, etc. This newes procured my kins-folkes griefe, ah woe is me woe is me They hearing I was a famous theefe be warned yong wantons, They wept they wailde they wrong their hands that thus I should hazard life and lands. lord, etc. They made me a Jaylor a little before, ah woe, etc. to keep in prison offenders store, be warned, etc. But such a Jaylor was never none, I went and let them out everie one. lord, etc. I wist their sorrow sore grieved me ah woe is mee, etc. Such proper men should hanged be be warned yong, etc. My office then I did defie And ran away for company. lord, etc. Three yeeres I lived upon the spoile ah woe is me, etc. Giving many a carle the soile be warned yong etc. Yet never did I kil man nor wife though lewdly long I led my life. lord, etc. But all too bad my deedes hath been, ah woe is me, etc, Offending my country and my good queene, be warned yong, etc. All men in Yorke-shire talke of me, A stronger theefe there could not be. lord, etc. Upon S. Lukes day was I borne, ah woe, etc. whom want of grace hath made a scorne. be war. etc. in honor of my birth day then, I robd in a bravery nineteene men. Lord, etc. The country weary to beare this wrong, ah woe is me, etc. With huse and cries pursude me long, be war, etc. Though long I scapt, yet loe at last. London I was in newgate cast. There did I lye with a grieved [mi]nde, ah woe is me, etc. Although the keeper was gentle and kinde, be warned yong etc. [Y]et was he not so kinde as I, [T]o let m[e go] at libertie. lord, etc. At last the shiriffe of Yorke-shire came, ah woe is me, etc. And in a warrant he had my name, be warned yong, etc. [Quoth] he at Yorke thou must be tride, With me therefore hence must thou ride. lord, etc. Like pangues of death his words did sound, ah woe is me, etc. My hands and armes ful fast he bound, be warned etc. Good sir quoth I, I had rather stay, I have no heart to ride that way. lord, etc. When no intreaty might prevaile, ah woe is me, etc. I calde for beere, for wine and ale, be warned, etc. And when my heart was in wofull case, I drunke to my friends with a smiling face. lord, etc. With clubs and staves I was garded then, ah woe is me, etc. I never before had such waiting men be warned, etc. If they had ridden before amaine, Beshrew me if I had cald them againe. lord, etc. And when unto Yorke that I was come, ah, etc. Each one on me did passe their doome. be war. etc. and whilst you live this sentence note, Evill men can never have good report. lord, etc. Before the judges when I was brought, ah woe is me, etc. Be sure I had a carefull thought, be, etc. Nine-score inditements and seaventeene, against me there was read and seene. lord, etc. And each of these was fellony found, ah woe is me. etc. which did my heart with sorrow wound, be, etc. What should I heerein longer stay, For this I was condemned that day. lord, etc. My death each houre I do attend, ah woe is me: In prayer and teares my time I spend. be etc. And all my loving friends this day, I do intreate for me to pray. Lord etc. I have deserved long since to die, ah woe etc A viler sinner livde not then I: be etc. On friends I hopte my life to save, But I am fittest for my grave: Lord etc. Adue my loving frends each one, ah woe is me woe is me for my great folly, Thinke on my words when I am gone, be warned young wantons, etc. When on the ladder you shal me view, thinke I am neerer heaven then you. Lord etc. Subtitle which he wrote the day before his death, being condemned to be hanged at Yorke this last assises for his robberies and trespasses committed. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Luke Huttons lamentation: hanging Male robbery Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning High upon the gallows tree, Kevin Barry gave his young life For the cause of liberty. Just a lad of eighteen summers,[11] Still there's no one can deny, As he walked to death that morning, He proudly held his head on high. Chorus Shoot me like an Irish soldier. Do not hang me like a dog, For I fought to free old Ireland On that still September morn. All around the little bakery Where we fought them hand to hand, Shoot me like an Irish soldier, For I fought to free Ireland Just before he faced the hangman, In his dreary prison cell,[12] British soldiers tortured Barry, Just because he would not tell. The names of his brave comrades, And other things they wished to know. Turn informer or we'll kill you Kevin Barry answered "No". Proudly standing to attention While he bade his last farewell To his broken hearted mother Whose grief no one can tell. For the cause he proudly cherished This sad parting had to be Then to death walked softly smiling That old Ireland might be free. Another martyr for old Ireland, Another murder for the crown, Whose brutal laws may kill the Irish, But can't keep their spirit down. Lads like Barry are no cowards. From the foe they will not fly. Lads like Barry will free Ireland, For her sake they'll live and die. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1920 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Kevin Barry was 18 years old when he was hanged in Mountjoy Jail on November 1st 1920. His death at such a young age is possibly the most poignant in recent Irish history. <br /><br />He was born in 1902 in Dublin and grew up both in the capital and in County Carlow. He enrolled in Belvedere College in 1916 and joined the Irish Volunteers, a nationalist organisation. In 1919 he enrolled in Dublin University to study medicine. The Michael Collins led War of Independence was developing and Barry, as Section Commander, played his part in various raids around Dublin city. <br /><br />On September 20th 1920 he took part in one such raid that went badly wrong. A street gun battle ensued and three British soldiers were killed. This was very significant in that these were the first British soldier deaths in Ireland since the 1916 Easter Rising led by Pearse and Connolly. Barry hid under a truck as the British searched for him but was discovered when a passer-by, concerned for his safety underneath the huge vehicle, inadvertently warned the soldiers of his whereabouts. <br /><br />Reports of his torture in Mountjoy Jail soon circulated but Barry refused to name his comrades. He was given a death sentence but it was widely believed that this sentence would be commuted, and that the British authorities would not dare to execute an eighteen year-old. <br /><br />As the deadline approached it became clear that Kevin Barry would be executed. A planned rescue by Michael Collins came to nothing when reinforcements from Dublin Castle were ordered to the prison because of the large crowds that had gathered outside. It was reported that Barry had requested to be shot by firing squad rather than hanged, which he viewed as a death not befitting a soldier. The hangman, Ellis, had to be brought into the country from England, as no-one in Ireland could be found for the job. The calmness and bravery the young Barry showed in the hours leading up to his execution has become the stuff of legends. Despite protestations from clerics and politicians alike he was hanged in Mountjoy Jail on November 1st, 1920. <br /><br />Just as in the aftermath of the 1916 Easter Rising the British military in Ireland had badly misjudged the situation. Had they simply imprisoned the leaders of 1916 it is likely that the huge upsurge in support for Irish nationalism would not have taken place. By executing someone as young as Kevin Barry in 1920 they handed the Irish Republican Army a huge propaganda victory. Young recruits flocked to join the IRA in the War of Independence, which in turn led to the Treaty, The partition of Ireland, the Civil War, Independence and all that has occurred since. <br /><br />It was reported that, for the rest of his life, Michael Collins bitterly regretted not being able to save the young soldier. <br /><br />Kevin Barry - An article provided by <a href="http://www.ireland-information.com/" target="_blank">The Information about Ireland Site.</a> Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_Barry_%28song%29" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> <br />"Kevin Barry" is a popular Irish rebel song recounting the death of Kevin Barry, a member of the Irish Republican Army (IRA) who was hanged on 1 November 1920. He was 18 years old at the time. He is one of a group of IRA members executed in 1920-21 collectively known as The Forgotten Ten. <br /><br />The ballad was penned shortly after his death by an author whose identity is unknown. Barry's family investigated this in the 1920s, but were only told it was the work of an Irish emigrant living in Glasgow. Some sources claim that it was written by Terrence Ward, a journalist, but this is incorrect, he actually wrote another song about Barry. (At the very least it seems that nobody is actively claiming copyright of this song.) It is sung to the melody of "Rolling Home to Dear Old Ireland" (also known as "Rolling Home to ..." several other places). <br /><br />It had been performed by many Irish groups including The Wolfe Tones and The Clancy Brothers. The American singer Paul Robeson included it in this album Songs of Struggle, although this version tones down the anti-British sentiment of the original. On at least one occasion, in 1972, Leonard Cohen covered the song in concert. <br /><br />The song has been one of the most enduringly popular of Irish songs and has been largely responsible for making Kevin Barry a household name. It was said to be so popular with British troops during the Troubles that it was banned. It was one of many Irish rebel ballads removed from RTE playlists during the period of the conflict in Northern Ireland. <br /><br /><em>Kevin Barry</em> features prominently in Frank McCourt's novel Angela's Ashes and in the 1999 movie adaptation of the book. Tune Data <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1sUVHO6VxI" target="_blank">Live recording of 'Kevin Barry' by The Wolfe Tones</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Kevin Barry English hanging Male murder soldier torture https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9a5ab312c59a06426717dc6f71c6def9.jpg 38bf463368f69b8b74c0dc3682ca454f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b72b3ca83afa2cde93c1869d832244d3.mp3 802b077c3f6e493aba68925281ea9382 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Slumbring Sleepe, </em>which is also known as <em>Rogero</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Kind hearted men, a while give eare and [plainely] Ile unfold The sadd[est tale that] ever yet, by mortal man was told. One Spenser brave, of Cheshire chiefe, for men of brave rega[rd]e: Yet hee unto his Countries griefe, did good with ill reward. At Acton, neere Nantwich was borne this man, so famde of all; Whose skill at each brave exercise, was not accounted small: For beating of the war-like Drumme, no man could him surpasse: For dauncing, leaping, and such like, in Cheshire never was. For shooting none durst him oppose, hee would ayme so faire and right; Yet long he shot in crooked Bowes, and could not hit the white: For striving still more things to learne, the more he grew beloved; No Shomaker but Spenser brave, by women was so prooved. Those qualities did draw his minde, from reason quite and cleane, And vildly hee'd forsake his wife, for the love of every Queane: By Women he maintayned was in parill fine and brave, John Spenser could no good thing want, for he could but aske, and have. In Silkes and Sattins would he goe, none might with him compare; No fashion might devised be, but his should be as faire; When as (God knowes) his wife at home should pine with hungry griefe, And none[wo]uld pitty her hard case, or lend her some reliefe. Whilst hee abroad did flaunt it out amongst his lustfull Queanes, Poore soule of force she sits at home, without either helpe or meanes. Thus long he lived basely vild, [containd] of all thats good, Till at the last of hard mischance, he did shead Giltlesse Blood. One Randall Gam being drunke, with Spenser out did fall: And he being apt to Quarilling, would not be rul'd at all. Bout about the Pledging of a Glasse, to which he would not yeeld, He vowed he either would be pledg'd or answered fayre in field. This answer Randall Gam did deny, which Spencer plainly found, And being rag'd he strucke on blow, feld Randal gam to the ground. Seven weekes upon this he lay, ere life from him did part: And at the last to earth and clay, his Body did convert. Then Spenser was in prison cast his friends full farre did ly, For frindship in them proved cold, and none would come him nie. That man being kild, beloved was well of all men farre and neare, And some did follow Law so farre, did cost poore Spenser deare. For though he kild him by mischance, yet Law him so disdaines. That for his unrespected blow, he there was hangd in Chaines. He that was kild, had many friends, the other few or none, Therefore the Law, on that side went, and the other was orethrone. He being dead, two Milke white Doves, did hover over his head, And would not leave that hartlesse place, after he three howers was dead. Two mile white Butterflies did light, upon his Breches there: And stood Confronting peoples sight, to their amase and feare. Though he was vildly bent in life, and hangd the Law to quit; Yet he was stolne away by his wife, and Buryed in the night. His true repentance is exprest, within the second part: With all his Gilt he hath confest, when troubled was his heart. FINIS. by Thomas Dickerson Kind Youngmen all to mee give eare, observe these lessons well; For undeserved my death I tooke, and said is the tale I tell. I prisoned pent, I lie full fast, sure Heaven hath decreed: That though I thrived, yet at last, bad fortunes should proceed. I that for practise passed all, in exercises strong, Have heere for one offence but small. been pent in Prison long. Kind Countrymen, faire warning take, beeing bad, amend your lives, For sure Heaven will them forsake, that doe forsake their wives. I have a wife, a loving wife, a constant, and a kind; Yet proud of gifts, I turnd my life, and falce she did me find: Heaven shewed his part in making me, proper in limbes and face, Yet of it I no true use made, but reapt thereby disgrace, For being proud in dancings art, most womens loves I gayne: By them a long time was my life in gallant sort maintaynd: No Mayden young, about the towne, but joyfull was to see The face of Spenser and would spend, all for to daunce with mee. I spent my time in Ryoting, and proudly led my life, I had my choyce of damsels fayre, what card I for my wife, If once she came to intreat me home, i'd kick her out of doors, Indeed I would be ruld by none, but by intising whore. At length being pledging of a Glasse, my hopes I did confound: And in my rag I feld my friend, with one blow to the ground. For this offence, he being dead, and I in Prison cast; Most voyd of hopes this rashing hand hath Spensers name disgrast. None but my wife will visit me, for those I lov'd before, Being in this sad extremytie, will visit me no more, No helpe I find from these false friends, no food to inrich my life: Now doe I find the difference true, twixt them and a constant wife But she poore soule, by my bad meanes, is quit bereft of all: She playes the part of a Constant wife, although her helpes be small. Young men, youngmen, take heed by me shun Dangers, Brawles, and Strife: For though he fell against my will, I for it loose my life. O live like men and not like me, of no good giftes be proud: For if with you God angry be, from his vengeance nought can shroud. Make use of what you have practis'd well. and not in vitious meanes, If in rare gifts you do excell, yet trust not Vitious Queanes. For lust doth fully fill their Vaynes, and apt they be to intise: O therefore shunne their company, like good men still be wise. Example truely take of me, all Vitious courses shunne: For onely by bad company, poore Spenser is undone. FINIS. by John Spenser. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1603-1626 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad John Spenser in a drunken rage, hits Randall Gam who dies from his injuries seven weeks later. Gam has many supporters who succeed in having Spenser convicted of murder and hanged in chains. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprinted at London for I. [John] Trundle Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Burford, near Nantwich Composer of Ballad Thomas Dickerson Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.114; <a href="http://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20047/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20047</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9a5ab312c59a06426717dc6f71c6def9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b72b3ca83afa2cde93c1869d832244d3.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle his life and repentance, who for killing of one Randall Gam: was lately executed at Burford a mile from Nantwich. To the tune of in Slumbring Sleepe. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Iohn Spenser a Chesshire Gallant, Audio recording hanging in chains Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/579bf60bbc307eae03868026006ef3d2.jpg 5d16b7854d962539fa1a5807e34f80d2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Driven From Home</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Upon Easter Monday within Chelmsford gaol, A murderer, when dying, his crime doth bewail, Upon the dark scaffold he drew his last breath, The penalty of murder he paid with his death. Richard Coates was his name, by Satan beguiled, He outraged so cruel a dear little child, And all through the country it has been the cry, His sentence was just, he deserved to die. CHORUS Gone from this life, gone from the world, By the hands of the hangman to Eternity hurled, May heaven forgive him, is all we can say, As we hope for forgiveness on our dying day. There never was known such a cowardly crime, That we are relating at this present time. It is dreadful to think there could be a man, W[?]om,[?] is senses this murder could plan. He pleaded 'not guilty' almost to the last, Till he saw all the chance of forgiveness was past. His poor mother begg'd him the truth to unfold, And confess to his crime for the sake of his soul. CHORUS He took the poor child to the closet, [?] Innocent and smiling to her death she [?] He murdered her there at at he bottom of [?] field, And beneath his great coat her dead body conceal'd, He went to the edge of the wide rolling sea, To throw the child in but it was not to be, Tho' time after time the villain did try, He could not reach over the pailings so high. When he found that his crime he could not conceal, He left the child's body 'neath the grass in the field, Where the dear little angel soon after was found, By those who so long had been searching around. They seized him and ask'd him the crime to explain, He cried 'I'm not guilty' again and again; They could not believe him in spite of denial, They sent him to gaol to wait for his trial. As he walked from the cell through the sweet morning air, At the end of the prison the gallows was there, Twas the last time h'ed gaze on that beautiful sky, As he walked to the spot where he knew he must die. The [?] was ready, deep sounded the bell, Twas scarcely a moment before the drop fell, The murderer, Coates, from the world he was torn, His body was there, but his dear life was gone. May his fate be a warning to both old and young, May it be an example to everyone, From the straight path of duty never to stray, Or we shall regret it on our dying day. The murderer now is gone from this world, By [?] folly to destruction is hurled, Then pray let us all to this warning attend, And may Heaven preserve us from his fearful den. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1875 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Richard Coates, a military schoolmaster at an establishment for the education of the children of soldiers at Purfleet Garrison, Essex, is convicted of the murder of Alice Boughen, aged six, in 1875. He beat her to death after attempting to violate her. He killed the child in a school closet then carried her body down to a riverbank, intending to throw it into the water. He was unable to lift it over a railing near the river and returned to the school. He was seen carrying the body back and was arrested. He confessed his guilt in the condemned cell and blamed it on drink. Executed 29 March 1875, Springfield Prison Chelmsford. Executioner was William Marwood. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Preston : Harkness, J. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, rape Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 21 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Springfield Prison, Chelmsford Tune Data Composer: William Shakespeare Hays (1837-1907) <br />Date tune first appeared: 1868<br />Link: <a href="http://pdmusic.org/hays.html" target="_blank">Public Domain Music</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/579bf60bbc307eae03868026006ef3d2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Bodleian Library, University of Oxford, Shelfmark: Harding B 14(183); Bodleian Ballads Online <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/edition/14516" target="_blank">Bod14516</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Execution of the Purfleet murderer at Springfield gaol hanging Male murder rape https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/cc424cd6da743fe099b1b7041a1c7714.gif 9d804b5d1c7dbc5c344ebf9ed476ca60 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1186"><em>Just before the Battle, Mother</em></a> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1875 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Richard Coates, a military schoolmaster at an establishment for the education of the children of soldiers at Purfleet Garrison, Essex, is convicted of the murder of Alice Boughen, aged six, in 1875. He beat her to death after attempting to violate her. He killed the child in a school closet then carried her body down to a riverbank, intending to throw it into the water. He was unable to lift it over a railing near the river and returned to the school. He was seen carrying the body back and was arrested. He confessed his guilt in the condemned cell and blamed it on drink. Executed 29 March 1875, Springfield Prison Chelmsford. Executioner was William Marwood. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Preston : Harkness, J. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. rape, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 21 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Springfield Prison Chelmsford Tune Data Composer of Tune: George F. Root (1820-1895) Date tune first appeared: 1864 Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Richard Coates, that cruel murderer, Now is cold within his grave, None could show him any pity, None stretch forth a hand to save; His horrid crime was so unmanly, I'm sure we no excuse could give. He did disgrace our gallant soldiers, And he was not fit to live. CHORUS Richard Coates, the Purfleet murderer, On Easter Monday met his doom; He killed the soldier's little daughter, Now he's dead and in his tomb. For the murder of poor Alice Bougham He justly was condemned to die, For a murder so outrageous, The country for his death did cry; You never heard or ever read of Such treatment to a little child, Altho' so innocent and so loving, Cruelly murdered and defiled. A full confession of the murder To the chaplain he has made, He has told the truth to those around him, For which his poor old mother prayed; He took his victim to the closet, Frightful was his conduct there, He took her life in a cruel manner, Before his death he did declare. He tried to throw his victim's body Over the pailings in the sea, The fence was high, he could not do it, It was ordained it should not be; Could he have thrown her in the water, And the tide have carried her away, , The murder of the soldier's daughter Would not have been found out to-day. He might have done well in the army, In the barracks he was born, Alas! he has disgraced his father, Who the uniform has worn; Heaven help his poor old mother, She has been a true good soldier's wife, She would sooner have seen him shot in action, Than in such a way to lose his life. Then let us all now take a warning By his sad and fearful end, Don't give way to unholy passion, Nor against the laws offend; Try to be honest and be sober, I'm sure you'll find it is the best, In the world let's do our duty, As we hope in heaven to rest. 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Title A name given to the resource Execution of the Purfleet Murderer hanging Male murder rape https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/03abfe9ea218055d95ff9d7d5bab3868.jpg b1999127c754583faebc3913e3801b5e https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2b4a0ef9fa6d368edf0b1bde8cd75f82.mp3 faa6e6901b497587a78d2781e77ea6bb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134"><em>Fortune my foe</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O H! this would make a stony heart Lament, That men should be so vild and insolent: They will proceed in their unlawful trade, Though many still are sad examples made. They'l Rob, and will defraud men of their due Not fearing any thing that will ensue: And in A Pitious course of Life run on, Contrary to the Law of God and man. Thus do they work their wits both night and day, Still to contrive how they may work their prey: Their wills are working to a base intent, But yet at last too late they may repent. When people by their care doth something save, They'l Rob them of their lives for what they have: This is the highest act of Villany, Their guiltless blood it will for Vengeance cry. Alas, that any Murther should lye hid, From true Discovery, the Lord forbid: Though they commit it ne'r so secretly, They cannot hide from Gods all-seeing-eye. Last April the twentieth day at night, Those Villains did commit a sad Exploit: Three Criminals together they agreed, And did commit a Murther there indeed-- The Widdow Fairbank as it's known full well, She in a Cellar all alone did dwell: To whom those Villains went without delay, And of her life and goods they made their pray. They with a Hankerchief did stop her breath, They also broke her neck, thus wrought her death; They robbed her, and then away they fled, And leaving of her murthered on the Bed. At length it seems one coming down that night, Where they beheld this sad and dismal sight, Undoubtedly it did them much surprize, To see this sudden change before their eyes. Those Criminals made their escape away, That night to Westminster without delay: Then Richard Jones, Charls Tooley, and John Wise, Among them they did share that fatal prize. Next day they were in a most wooful case, Their very Conscience flying in their face, When Jones and Tooley thought of what they'd done They were possest with fear, and forc'd to run. But Wise was taken, and in Prison cast, And Tooleys wife returned again at last: Then all their Villany was open laid, By what her Husband on his Death-bed said. Thus may we see, how Murthers are found out By what strange means it may be brought about: For God who is the Righteous Judge of all, Such Criminals he will to Justice call. Wise was Arraigned, in process of time, And was found Guilty of this cruel Crime: He then received Sentence for to dye, The Just reward of this his Cruelty. Now may this grieve some hundreds for to see, That he deserv'd to dye so shamefully: O that his death may now a warning be, To every one of high or low degree. All you that sees or hears my fatal end, Observe my words, to you a dying friend: In evil Courses never take delight, It is the ready Rode to ruine quite. I do Repent that e're I run astray, I might have lived many a happy day: My Wicked life has hastned death more soon, And now my Morning Sun goes down at Noon. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Three men, John Wise, Richard Jones, and Charles Tooley rob a widow and murder her; Jones and Tooley go on the run the next day but Wise is arrested. Tooley confesses on his deathbed, which his wife reveals and the other two are then punished. The last two stanzas are in Wise's voice. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street,/ without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Piccadilly Tune Data <em>Fortune my foe,</em> is also known as, <em>Aim not too high</em> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/03abfe9ea218055d95ff9d7d5bab3868.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2b4a0ef9fa6d368edf0b1bde8cd75f82.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.153; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20771/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20771</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew.<br /><br /> Subtitle Giving a Just and true Account of one Iohn Wise, who together with Richard Iones, and Charles Tooley yet untaken, did one Sunday night being the twentieth of April, commit that Barbarous and Unnatural Murther on Elizabeth Fairbank, Widdow, who lived in a Seller, at Picadilly, that Robbed and Rifled her, being of Money and Plate, and Rings, for which fact Iohn Wise at present was found guilty, and accordingly received the due Sentance of Death, the which was Executed on Friday, the 17tnth, of this instant October, 1684. at PICKADILLY. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource CRIMINALS CRUELTY. Audio recording hanging Male murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4c19d03190a727ca14247201f0e80820.jpg 365bd5cd5ec780d4d025d0b5618df0dc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Certayne versis / writtene by Thomas Brooke Ge~tleman / in the tyme of his impryso~ment / the daye before his deathe / who sufferyd at Norwich / the. 30. of August. 1570. I Languishe / as I lye / And death doth make me thrall / To cares which death shall sone cut of / And sett me quyt / of all. yett feble fleshe would faynt / To feale so sharpe a fyght / Saue Fayth in Christ / doth comfort me / And sleithe such fancy quyght. For fyndyng forth howe frayle / Eache wordly state doth stande / I hould him blyst / that fearyng God / Is redd of such a band. For he that longest lyues / And Nestors yeares doth gayne / Hath so much more accompte to make / And fyndyth Lyfe but vayne. What cawse ys then to quayle / I am called before / To tast the Ioyes which Christis bloode / Hath bowght and layde in store. No no / no greter Ioye / Can eny hart posses / Then throwgh the death to gayne a lyfe / Wyth hym in blyssednes. Who sende the Quene long lyfe / Much Ioye and contries peace / Her Cowncell health / hyr fryndes good lucke / To all ther Ioyes increase. Thus puttyng vppe my greaues / I grownde my lyfe on God / And thanke hym with most humble hart / And mekelye kysse his rodde. Finis / {quod} Thomas Brooke. Seane / and allowyd / accordynge to the Quenes Maiestyes Iniunction. God saue the Quene Imprynted at Norwich in the Paryshe of Saynct Andrewe / by Anthony de Solempne. 1570. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1570 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="http://english.nsms.ox.ac.uk/holinshed/texts.php?text1=1587_9030" target="_blank">From the Holinshed Project, 1587, vol. 6, p. 1221: </a>The seauen and twentith of Male, Thomas Nor|ton and Christopher Norton of Yorkshire,The Nor|tons execu|ted. being both condemned of high treason for the late rebellion in the north, were drawen from the tower of London to Tiborne, and there hanged, headed, and quartered. In this yeare also conspired certeine gentlemen with other in the countie of Norffolke,Conspiracie in Norffolke and where|vpon it tooke beginning. whose purpose was on Midsummer daie at Harlestone faire, with sound of trumpet and drum to haue rais [...]d a num|ber, and then to proclame their diuelish pretense a|gainst strangers and others. This matter was vtte|red by Thomas Ket one of the conspiracie vnto Iohn Kenseie, who foorthwith sent the same Ket with a conestable to the next iustice, before whome and o|ther iustices he opened the whole matter. Wherevp|on maister Drue Drurie immediatlie apprehen|ded Iohn Throckmorton, and after him manie gen|tlemen of the citie of Norwich, and the countie of Norffolke, who were all committed to prison, and at the next sessions of goale deliuerie at the castell of Norwich, the seauent<span>é</span>enth of Iulie before sir Robert Catlin knight lord ch<span>é</span>efe iustice, Gilbert Gerard the qu<span>é</span>enes attornie generall, and other iustices, ten of them were indicted of high treason, and some others of contempt. Diuerse of them were condemned, and had iudgement the one and twentith of August: and afterward thr<span>é</span>e of them were hanged, bowelled, and quartered, which were Iohn Throckmorton of Nor|wich gentleman, who stood mute at his arreignment, but at the gallows confessed himselfe to be the ch<span>é</span>efe conspirator, and that none had deserued to die but he, for that he had procured them. With him was execu|ted Thomas Brooke of Rolsbie gentleman on the thirtith of August; and George Dedman of Cringle|ford gentleman was likewise executed the second of September. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Norwich in the Paryshe of Saynct Andrews by Anthony de Solempne Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Norwich, Norfolk Composer of Ballad Thomas Brooke [?] Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/4c19d03190a727ca14247201f0e80820.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Bodleian Library, University of Oxford, Shelfmark: Arch. A c.7; Bodleian Ballads Online <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/edition/3372" target="_blank">Bod3372</a> Subtitle in the tyme of his imprysonment the daye before his deathe who sufferyd at Norwich the .30.of August. 1570. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Certayne versis writtene by Thomas Brooke Gentleman drawing and quartering hanging high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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/56484de606fec140d4d0eacc81314057.jpg 622f48b5fbd636c83dff82bb78b9bcaf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOU noble Lords of high Degree, That see my dismal Doom; Have some Regard, and pitty me, Who now, alas! am come To die an ignominious Death, As it doth will appear; While I declare, with my last Breath, The Laws are most severe. In Scotland I was breed and born, Of noble Parents there; Good Education did adorn My Life, I do declare: No Crime did eer my Consciance stain, Till I adventurd here; Thus have I Reason to complain, The Laws are most severe. In Flanders I the French have facd, And likewise in Ireland Still eagerly persued the Chase, With valiant Heart and Hand: Why was I not in Battle slain; Rather then suffer here, A Death, which Mortals do disdain, The Laws are most severe. I did no Hurt, nor any Wrong, I solemnly protest; But merely for to serve my Friend, I granted his Request; To free his Lady out of Thrall, His Joy and only Dear; And now my Life must pay for all, The Laws are most severe. I coming from my Native Land, In this unhappy Time, Alas! I did not understand The Nature of the Crime; Therefore I soon did condescend, As it does well appear, And find therein I did offend, The Laws are most severe. In the same Lodging where I lay, And livd at Bed and Board, My Landlord did my Life betray, For fifty Pounds reward; Then being into Prison cast, Although with Conscience clear; I was a arraigned at the last, The Laws are most severe. The Lady will not hear my Moan, While dying Words I sent; Her cruel Heart more hard than Stone, Would not the least relent; But triumphing in my wretched State, As I die often here; I fall here by the Hand of Fate, The Laws are most severe. Will not my good and gracious King, Be merciful to me; Is there not, in his Breast, a Spring, Of princely Clemency? No, not for me, alas! I die, The Hour is drawing near, To the last Minute I shall cry The Laws are most severe. Farewel, dear Countrymen, said he, And this tumultuous Noise; My Soul will soon transported be, To more Celestial Joys, Tho in the Blossom of my Youth, Pale Death I do not fear; For to the last, Ill speak the Truth, The Laws are most severe. Alas! I have not long to live, And therefore now, said he, All that wrongd me, I them forgive, As God shall pardon me: My Landlord and subtle Wife, I do forgive them here; Farewel, this transitory Life, The Laws are most severe. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1730-1769 ? (I think 1690) Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Capt. Johnstons last farewell who was arraigned for being assisting in the stealing a young heiress, for which he received sentance of death, and was accordingly executed at Tyburn, the 23d. of this instant December, 1690. To the tune of Russel's farewel. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://www.exclassics.com/newgate/ng55.htm" target="_blank">SIR JOHN JOHNSTON</a> was born at Kirkcaldy, in Fifeshire. His father had had a good estate, but had diminished it by extravagant living, so Sir John went young into the army to improve his fortune. He went over to Ireland, where he thought to better his circumstances by marriage; and getting into the acquaintance of a Mr Magrath, in the county of Clare, he, by his urbane conversation, so gained his good opinion, that he frequently invited him to dinner. Mr Magrath having a daughter, with ten thousand pounds as her portion, Sir John took every opportunity to insinuate himself into her company, and so far gained upon her affections as to obtain her consent to elope with him; but the father, having some hints given him of their private courtship, kept a very watchful eye over their actions, and at last, being confirmed in his suspicions, forbade Sir John his house, and kept his daughter close. <br /><br />Miss Magrath being uneasy under her confinement, and deprived of the company of Sir John, whom she loved to distraction, made a kinswoman her confidante, and entrusted her with a letter to Sir John, to let him know how uneasy her life was, and that if he would come to such a place, at a stated time, she would endeavour to make her escape, and meet him. But the lady, thinking she should gain most by obliging her uncle, delivered the letter to him, instead of Sir John. Mr Magrath, having read it, sealed it up again, and sent it to Sir John, who received it with a great deal of satisfaction, and immediately wrote an answer, and returned it by the same messenger. But, repairing to the place of rendezvous, instead of meeting the lady, he fell into an ambuscade of fellows with sticks and clubs, who beat him so unmercifully that he promised to relinquish his pursuit. <br /><br />Having been in London some time, and spent his money, he was obliged to apply to some of his countrymen for support; and Captain James Campbell, brother of the Earl of Argyll, having a design to steal an heiress, one Miss Mary Wharton, he and Mr Montgomery were assistants in the affair. Miss Wharton was the daughter of Philip Wharton, Esq., and at the age of thirteen, by his death, inherited fifteen hundred pounds per annum, besides a personal property to the amount of one thousand pounds. This young lady resided with her mother in Great Queen Street, and Captain James Campbell, brother of the Earl of Argyll, wishing to possess so rich a prize, determined to marry her perforce, and for that purpose prevailed upon Sir John Johnston and Archibald Montgomery to assist him in conveying Miss Wharton from her home, which being done, and a reward of a hundred pounds offered for the apprehension of Captain Campbell, and fifty pounds a-piece for him and Mr Montgomery. Sir John, being betrayed by his landlord, was apprehended and indicted for it, the 11th of December, 1690. <br /><br />The evidence was, in substance, that Miss Mary Wharton, being an heiress of considerable fortune, and under the care of her guardian (Mr Bierly), was decoyed out on the 10th of November, and being met with by Sir John Johnston, Captain Campbell and Mr Montgomery, in Queen Street, was forced into a coach with six horses (appointed to wait there by Captain Campbell) and carried to the coachman's house, and there married to Captain Campbell, against the consent of herself, or knowledge of her guardian. The jury having found the prisoner guilty, he received sentence of death. <br /><br />The enterprise succeeded but too well to Johnston's cost. Campbell, who was the real culprit, escaped punishment, and married Margaret Leslie, daughter of David Lord Newark, after Parliament had dissolved his first marriage; but every effort to save Johnston proved ineffectual. Miss Wharton afterwards married Colonel Bierly, who commanded a regiment of horse in the service of William III. <br /><br />At the place of execution, Sir John addressed the spectators in a long speech, in which he not only endeavoured to make it appear he was blameless in the transaction for which he suffered, but that he had been greatly wronged by printed papers, in which he was charged with a rape at Chester, and a similar crime at Utrecht, in Holland. He was executed at Tyburn, the 23rd of December, 1690. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Newcastle upon Tyne: Printed and Sold by JOHN WHITE. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data Russel's Farewel; or, Monmonth's Lament. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Captain Johnson's Last Farewel to the World, assisting to steal an heiress English Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/941c83f1b69ad68f9fd38262022e2ff0.jpg 7ee75a3fa8921b3d82dbbb3aa9e95906 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b5ba1640c6079245fd8804c7f1f96162.jpg 8a7db62514521a2c8fc4f6e013a70a34 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 ALL hearts that ever yet did bleed, For any barbarous cruel deed; All tyey that ever yet did mourn, Now into floods your sorrows turn: No tongue such cruelty e're told, As I to you shall here unfold; If that my trembling Pen will write, Or my astonish'd mind indite: The Cry of blood will reach the skie, And the bloody-thirsty man shall dye. Of all the murthers which are known, Compar'd to this I hear of none; Those which such bloody acts commit, Expect that they shall gain by it; But these the Devil did engage To murder in a furious rage; No profit this base act could bring, Nor no abuse did cause this thing, The cry of blood, etc. A worthy Knight out of the North, O pitty 'twas he e're came forth; To London came to see his Friends, Not thinking he was nigh his end: But back he never did return, Which caus'd his own dear wife to mourn: Sir Richard so they did him call, Pray listen how he came to fall. The cry of blood, etc. He had now in his company, One that did serve him formerly, Who walk'd out with him up and down, So long as he stay'd in the Town: But as they walkt the streets one day, They met two Persons as they say; Of good extract, so that for shame, I shall not dare to tell their name: The cry of blood, etc. The second Part, To the same Tune. The man which was with th' Knight they knew, Then to a Tavern they must go; The Knight also to th' Tavern went, Which made him sorely to repent: But e're that they did make an end, These Hectors quarrell'd with his friend, 'Twas in White-Fryers they did drink, He little of his death did think. The cry of blood, etc. Sir Richard willing to appease, And willing that their rage should cease, The Reckoning paid as I hear say, And with his friend did go away: They were not gone but little space, But the other two of little grace, Did follow them, and at one blow, Did run Sir Richards Body through The cry of blood, etc. he being dead they both did flye, Thinking to shun their destiny; But all in vain, in Bark-shire they At Wallingford were forc'd to stay: To Reding Goal they both were sent, Such further mischief to prevent; To New-Gate afterwards were brought, To suffer for the deed they wrought. The cry of blood, etc. At the last Sessions they were try'd, The bloody deed was not deny'd; For which they sentenc'd were to dye, A reward for impiety. In Fleet-street neer White-Fryers end, Being near the place they did offend; They hanged were, which was their due, Least further mischief they pursue. The cry of blood, etc. This was the Murderers just fate, They both repent when 'twas too late; Blood cries for vengeance which will come, And give those bloody men their doom: For if that such as those should live, And not for death their death receive, Those wretches would in fury great Kill any man they met i'th' street. The cry of blood, etc. Let all men therefore have a care, How that the Devil doth ensnare; To act such barbarous deeds as those, Not to the very worst of foes: If they are wrong'd, the Law will find, Redress according to their mind; Which serves such actions to prevent, Being order'd for the same intent. The cry of blood, etc. Let all that hear this be afraid, And not by Satan be betraid; For life is sweet, and now we see Their fury was the death of three: The Knight did die innocence, They justly suffer'd for offence: God grant that their repentance might, Give to their Souls some sweet delight. The cry of blood, etc. Consider well all wicked men, Fear God, repent, and surely then He'l keep you from such hanious crimes, Which rule too much in these our times: Abstain high drinking, do not swear, And of bad company be ware; Seek not in quarrels to contend, Then blest will be your latter end. The cry of blood, etc. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1675 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for John Hose, over against Stapels-Inn, in Holburn, near Grays-Inn-Lane. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Fleet Street near Whitefriars Composer of Ballad W. P. Tune Data <em>Bleeding Heart</em> is linked to <em>In Crete, </em>which is ultimately derived from <em>Come follow my love </em>(Simpson 1966, pp. 365, 374). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/941c83f1b69ad68f9fd38262022e2ff0.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="350"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmar: Pepys Ballads 2.144; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20762/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20762</a> Subtitle who basely and unawares killed a worthy Knight of the North Country as he was going down to the Waterside; not giving them the least abuse, for which cruel and inhumane action they were both hanged in Fleet-Street, near White-Fryers, 22 of Octo. 1675. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource [...] Being a sad and true Relation of the Apprehension, Tryal, Confession, Condemnation, and Execution of the two barbarous and bloody Murtherers, hanging Male 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/5894502ed74abb5df0df467d85e66b36.jpg bf78f317a2b9e648bd2bb9ac8a8670b2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Stand forth ye damn'd deluding Priests of Baal, And sound from out each Trumpet Mouth a Call Let it be loud and shrill, that ev'ry Man May hear the noise, from Beersheba to Dan; To summon all the Faction, that they may In doleful Hums and Haws, bewail this day, And to their Just Confusion howl and roar, For the great Bully of their Cause, is now no more. But now methinks I hear the Faction cry, Ohone! Where's all thy Pomp and Gallantry? Thy Great Commands, they Interest and thy State? The many Crouds which did upon thee wait? When thou like Atlas on thy shoulders bore, That mighty World which we so much adore That Pageant Heroe, Off-spring of a Whore. Behold ye stubborn Crew, the certain Fate That waits upon the hardened Reprobate. See; the effects of Treason's Terrible, In this life Infamy, and i'th' next a Hell, While Heav'n attends on Kings with special Care, The Traitor to himself becomes a snare: Drove out like Cain, to wander through the World, By his own thoughts into Distraction hurl'd, Despis'd by all, perplext with hourly fear, And by his Friends push't like the hunted Deer, Like a mad Dog, still houted as he ran, A just Reward for th' base Rebellious man. How often has kind Heaven preserv'd the Crown, And tumbled the Audacious Rebel down? How many Warnings have they had of late? How often read their own impending Fate? That still they dare their wicked Acts pursue, And know what Heaven has ordain'd their due? That man who cou'd not reas'nably desire To raise his Fortunes, and his Glories higher, Who did enjoy, unto a wish, such store, That all his Ancestors scarce heard of more, Shou'd by his own procuring fall so low, As if he'd study'd his own overthrow, Looks like a story yet without a Name, And may be stil'd the first Novel in Fame? So the fam'd Angels, Turbulent as Great, Who always waited 'bout the Mercy-Seat, Desiring to be something yet unknown, Blunder'd at all, and would have graspt the Crown, Till Heaven's Great Monarch, saw they wou'd Rebel, Then dasht their Hopes, and damn'd them down to Hell. And now methinks I see to th'fatal place A Troop of Whiggs with Faction in each Face, And Red-swoln Eyes, moving with mournful pace, Pitying the Mighty Sampson of their Cause, Cursed their Fates, and Railing at the Laws. The Sitters too appear, with sniveling ryes To celebrate their Stallions Obsequies; From th' Play-house and from Change, how they resort, From Country, City, nay, there's some from Court, From the Old C---ss wither'd and decay'd, To a Whigg Brewers Youthful Lovely Maid. Gods! What a Troop is here? sure Hercules Had found enough so many Whores to please. Repent, ye Factious Rout, Repent and be Forewarn'd by this bold Traytors Destiny. Go home ye Factious Dogs, and mend your Lives; Be Loyal, and make honest all your Wives. You keep from Conventicles first, and then Keep all your Wives from Conventicling Men. Leave off your Railing 'gainst the King and State, Your foolish Prating, and more foolish Hate. Obey the Laws, and bravely act your parts, And to the Church unite in Tongues and Hearts; Be sudden too, before it proves too late, Lest you partake of this bold Traytors Fate. And if the Faction thinks it worth the Cost, (To keep this Bully's Name from being lost) To raise a Pillar, to perpetuate His Wond'rous Actions, and Ignoble Fate, Let 'em about it streight, and when 'tis done, I'le Crown the Work with this Inscription. Bold Fame thou Ly'st! Read here all you That wou'd this Mighty Mortal know; First, he was one of low degree, But rose to an Hyperbole. Famous t'excess in ev'ry thing, But duty to his God, and King; In Oaths as Great as any He, That ever Grac'd the Tripple Tree; So Absolute, when Drencht in Wine, He might have been the God o' th' Vine. His Brutal Lust was still so strong, He never spar'd, or old, or young; In Cards and Dice he was well known, T'out-cheat the Cheaters of the Town. These were his Virtues, if you'd know His Vices too pray read below. Not wholly Whig, nor Atheist neither, But something form'd of both together, Famous in horrid Blasphemies, Practic'd in base Adulteries. In Murders vers'd as black, and foul As his Degenerated Soul. In's Maxims too, as great a Beast, *His Father As *those his honest Father drest. was a Groom. The Factious Bully, Sisters Stallion: Now Hang'd, and Damn'd, for his Rebellion. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1686 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for William Bateman, in the / Old Change. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5894502ed74abb5df0df467d85e66b36.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Bridgewater, Shelfmark: HEH 134747; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32147/image">EBBA 32147</a> Subtitle Executed for Conspiring the Death of His most Sacred Majesty, and Royal Brother, June 20. 1684. With some Satyrical Reflections on the whole Faction. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 ELEGIE On the never to be forgotten Sir Thomas Armstrong Knight; drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0489062e7db82f4932c4c87348de0848.jpg 12109ae6add6079fa8f9f33dd87e8aa7 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9c8250577a82d382fb44f092e677f5bd.jpg f6f37b7c19b4d08286d2bdbae444a352 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 1571 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad John Story, a priest who had helped persecute Protestants is executed for high treason under Elizabeth I. In the course of slurring papists and saints, this piece names many of the English Catholic martyrs, including Thomas More, John Felton, and the Nortons. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events John Story, a Catholic priest who had helped Bishop Bonner to persecute Protestants during the reign of Mary, and who subsequently worked as a censor for the Spanish Inquisition in Flanders, was kidnapped out of Flanders and returned to England in 1570. On 1 June 1571 he was executed for treason. The spectacle of his trial moved St. Edmund Campion, who was present, to reconsider both his own position and his Catholic duty. In 1886, John Story was beatified by Pope Leo XIII owing to a papal decree originally approved by Pope Gregory XVI in 1859. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, the long Shop adioyning vnto Saint Mildreds Chruche in the Pultrie, by Iohn Allde Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 67 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Composer of Ballad Iohn. Cornet. Minister. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9c8250577a82d382fb44f092e677f5bd.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Britwell, Shelfmark: HEH18286; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32151/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32151</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics BEstur your stomps good Story now, the gallous [...]ore I am sory you came so late, that you must hang alone. If you had come but one yeer past, company you migh[t] [...] John Felton & the Nortons bothe, of you would have been glad Alas what luck had you good man, to bide from hence so long And hang behinde your company, no dout you had gr[...] But sith Dame Fortune so dooth frown, and your [...] I see that weeping wil not help, it boots not to be [...] Therfore I wish you to repent, while you have time [...] Lay holde on Faith in Christes blood, and call to God [...] And now prepare your self with speed, to sail up Holbou[rn] [...] And drinck you of that deadly cup, that you to us did fil[...] Gods woord must needs be prooved true, which you doo st[...] [...]ave Such measure as your self did give, such measure shall you have. Remember wel your crueltye, in killing of Gods Saints: whose blood for vengeaunce stil dooth cry, & god hearth their complaint. & you have now your just reward, which you have wel deserved: Because from God & princes lawes, so tratorously you swarved. As I hear say you doo appele, unto your God the Pope: But his Pardons cannot prevaile, to save you from the rope. Nor yet his Masses many folde, they cannot you defend: From Tiburn neither yet from hel, except you doo amend. but when these newes are brought to Rome, how that you are attainted Of high treason and hangd therfore, no dout you shal be Sainted. These names & titles shall you have, in Rome when you be dead: The Pope no dout wil you inrole, under his bulles of lea[...] A Doctor and a Confessor, thus shall you be extolde: A Martyr and a Saint also, but yet a traitor bolde. That day that you hanged shal be, it shall be holy day: And so ordained by the Pope, that men to you may pray. Thus shall you be canonized, as Saint as I have said: Then to be hangd for high treason, what need you be afraid? For you shall have Trentalls great store, of Masses said & sung: And all the belles that be in Roome, for your soule shal be rung. If some good popish catholike, of your hart could take holde: And bring it to the Pope in Rome, it should be shrinde in golde. Because that in the Popes defence, you dyed so bolde and stout: If that your soule doo go to hel, the Pope wil Masse it out. And place you by his owne white side, where all the saints doo dwel In that heaven which him self hath made, not very far from hel. Where you shall have such plesant joyes, Masse & mattens by note Saint Pluto there sings Masse him self, in a red firye cote. Saint Dunstone is one of his clarkes, Saint Hildebrand another There shall you see Saint Dominick, and S. Francis his brother. Saint Fryer Forest is the Preest, to hear the Saints confession: Saint Fryer Bacon beres the Crosse, before them in p[roc]ession. There shall you meete S. Thomas Becket, that had the g[...] [...]ine And S. Thomas of Harefordshere, bothe costly brave [...] There shall you meete S. Boniface, S. Remige and S. [...] Saint Brigid and S. Clare the Nun, with the holy ma[...] There shall you meete S. Cardinall Poole, & sw[...] S. Thomas More a traitor stout, with the ho[...] There shall you see that blessed Saint, Pope Ur[ban] Who was the first that did invent, and make Corps Chri[sti] These Saints and ye[...] [...]o, with all the Sleepers seve[n] Shall meete you wit[...] [...]n, and welcome you to H[eaven] And there you shall h[...] [...]ing stil, from morning v[...] And meete with your familier freends, S. Edmond and S. S[...] Saint Christopher that late was hangd, at Tiburn you b[...] There shall you meete S. Felton to, with many [...] All these Good Saints as I have said, wil meet [...] And bid you welcome into Heaven, with joy whe [...] Then al these Angels & these Saints, with great mirth [...] Unto the high infernall seat, and set you next the kin[...] You shall be made the cheefest Saint, and sit aboove th[...] Higher then ever Dunstone was, or any Preest of Ba[...] You shal be judge of all the Saints, and highest in C[...]stion: Even as you heer upon Earth were, to maintain superstion. Math. 6. The popes Heaven next house to hel. These are the Popes Saints. Loke in Le gend aurea and there shall you finde what S Remege was. Sir Tho- mas More once Lord chaunceler of England. Loke in the Festival for the seven Sleepers. Boner and Gardener. Norton. But yet I dout you shall not skape, the Purgatory flame. [I]f Masses and Diriges doo not help, to save you from the same. Of whiche I knowe you shall lack none, for many wilbe fain: [T]o have a thousand for your sake, to fetch you out again. [B]ut you shall Masses great store have, in the heaven where you go: [T]hat wil keep you from Purgatory, if that the Pope say no. [T]hus maister Doctor have I tolde, your joyes after this life: Because with Gods woord & your Prince, you dye so far at strife. These be the joyes that you shall have, in the Popes heaven to reign: But in Gods heaven where true joyes be, no traitor shall remain No Papist nor Idolater, that doo refuse gods woord: No worshipper of Images, shall stand before the Lord, Nor yet Rebellious Massemonger, that dooth his Prince despise: Against all Popish blood suckers, the Lord wil turn his eyes. No witch nor wicked whoremonger, which your pope dooth defend No Conjurer nor yet such like, to Gods heaven shall ascend. No Buggerers orels yet baudes, in Gods heaven shal have place: No Briber nor Simoniack, nor Perjurer past grace. No supersticious Hereticks, nor mainteners of whores: No Sectaries nor Sodomits, shall come within heaven doores, All wilful virgins with their vowes, professing to live chaste: That godly mariage doo contemn, from Gods heaven shall be cast. And such were all your popish Saints, that I before have named: with all these sinnes moste horible, the moste of them were blamed But in such filthy stincking Saints, the Lord hath no delight: And from the joyes celestiall, he wil exclude them quite. But these Saints that in Gods heaven, shall have their habitation: Who by true faith in Christes blood, doo seek their whole salvation And such as doo unfainedly, beleeve Gods holy woord: Whose life and good profession, together doo accord. And live like subjects to their prince, obeying godly lawes: Not thus to hang like traitors stout, as doo you popish dawes. Lo maister Doctor these be they, whom we good Saints doo call: One of these Saints doo plese God more, then doo the popes saints all And if you be unhangd as yet, God graunt you may repent: That you may be one of these Saints, of Christe omnipotent. But if you be all redy hangd, I leave you to your judge: And let the Papists by you take heed, how they doo spurn & grudge Against God and their lawful Queene, I would not wish them run Lest that they drink of that same cup, as you before have doon. God be thanked that our Queene, begins to look about: To draw the sword out of the shethe, to weed such trators out. Therfore you popish traitors all, forsake your Roomish sects: Obey your Queene like subjects true, or els beware your necks. Take heed how you provoke your Prince, at any time to wrath: Whose angre is saith Salomon, the messanger of death. The Kings displeasure is even as, the roaring Lions voice: Then to provoke the Queene to wrath, papists doo not rejoice. Abuse not the Queenes lenity, that shee to you dooth showe: What small vantage is got therby, some papists late doo knowe. Consider what great benefits, we have of her good grace, Shee dooth maintain Gods holy woord, to shine in every place. How godly hath she ruled us, by wise councels advice: Of such a precious jewel you, papists knowe not the price. Shee seeketh to doo harme to none, but to doo all men good: Yea, to her foes that sought her death, she hath not sought their blood Til now of late they did rebel, high treason to conspire: Then was it time to cut them of, and hang them somewhat hier. To end, God save her majestye, from bloody papists vain: And Lord send her olde Nestors yeeres, w us to live and reigne. It is time. Pro. 20. A tiborne tippets. Subtitle beeing condemned of high Treason, sent to him before his death, but because it came to late to his hands; it is now put in print th[at it ma]y be a warning to all other papists whereby they may repent and c[all to God f]or mercy, cleue to his holy woord and liue ac[cording to the]Doctrine of the same. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource An admonition to Doctor Story drawing and quartering hanging high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/04586b03abbfdcf8aa69468a978f68f7.jpg 38793e09e08ee68c810c4f0bdf2a6197 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/36a3f63e637ab9f91c7c04065a170e16.tiff b5553aae1f0598c8d89f356c5dd3eb86 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 1683 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Ketch#Lord_Russell's_execution" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Lord Russell's execution</strong> <br /><br />Ketch's execution of Lord Russell at Lincoln's Inn Fields on 21 July 1683 was performed clumsily; in a pamphlet entitled The Apologie of John Ketch, Esquire he alleged that the prisoner did not "dispose himself as was most suitable" and that he was interrupted while taking aim. <br /><br />On that occasion, Ketch wielded the instrument of death either with such sadistically nuanced skill or with such lack of simple dexterity - nobody could tell which - that the victim suffered horrifically under blow after blow, each excruciating but not in itself lethal. Even among the bloodthirsty throngs that habitually attended English beheadings, the gory and agonizing display had created such outrage that Ketch felt moved to write and publish a pamphlet title Apologie, in which he excused his performance with the claim that Lord Russell had failed to "dispose himself as was most suitable" and that he was therefore distracted while taking aim on his neck. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Prined by Nath. Thompson, at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden near Chariug-Cross, 1683. 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. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lincoln's Inn Fields Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/04586b03abbfdcf8aa69468a978f68f7.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Bridgewater, Shelfmark: HEH 134718; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32144/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32144</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics TO sigh when Rebels fall, or shed a Tear, Must, doubtless, make Me Criminal appear; Not that I love thy Treason, but thy Name, Which all ador'd, and in the Book of Fame Gave thee a place befitting thy Deserts; But now thou wound'st all loyal honest Hearts Who shall we trust, if such as You Rebel? So the great Lucifer from Heaven fell. RUSSEEL with Hell and Furies too combine! To kill the KING and all the Royal Line! Ah me! it is too true! His now lost Head Confirms whatever has on him been said. O that I live to hear the fatal sound, Whose very accent does my Heart-strings wound! Is this your Loyalty; Is this your Zeal, To damn your Soul for a curs'd Commonweal? Though once I lov'd Thee, now I hate thy Name, And thus I'll rend it from the Book of Fame, That future Ages, when they read thy shame, May praise Heav'ns Justice, and abhor thy Name. Who, but a Monster, could Rebellious prove To such Indulgence, Clemency and Love, As our Dread Sov'reign evermore bestows Upon his Friends, nay on his very Foes, Which slew his Father, and would Him Depose? O that our Island should such Monsters breed, Which, Nero-like, delight to see her bleed! Look down just Heav'n, with Vengeance upon those That are our Sov'reigns and our Churches Foes, And as thou hast, still all their Plots disclose: O let 'em not, although with Hell they joyn, E'r be successful in their damn'd Design, Whose only aim was to find out a way To turn our Sion to Acaldema, And make all Loyal honest men their Prey. Is't thus you would defend the King & Laws? Confusion seize you, and your Good Old Cause, And save our Sov'reign from your Bloody Paws. Unpity'd, therefore, let each Traytor die, While all that Loyal are, Amen do cry. EPITAPH. HEre under lies a Rebel, whose Design Was to have murder'd all the Royal Line, But was prevented by the Power-Divine: The great Opposer of our Sov'reigns Laws, Who dy'd a Martyr for the Good Old Cause. May Heaven still defend the King and Throne, And may such cursed Rebels e'ry one Meet the same Fate; then would our Isle be blest With Peace and Plenty, and a Halcyon-rest. Subtitle Who was Beheaded for High-Treason, in Lincolns-Inn-Fields, July the 21st. 1683. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 ELEGY On the DEATH of William Lord RUSSEL, beheading high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ec1e873d002a282f16251cdf79608413.jpg a2b0f5eb9a5093982e662ad263f90f2b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Fair Lady lay your costly Robes aside</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GOOD Christian people all, both old and young, Pray give attention to this tragic song: My days are shortned by my vicious life, And I must leave my children and my wife. When I was prisoner to York-Castle brought, My mind was filld with dismal, pensive thought; Conscious of guilt, it filled my heart with woe; Such terrors I before did never know. When at the bar of justice I did stand, With guilty conscience and uplifted hand, The Court straitway then unto me they said, What say you Bolton to the charge here laid? In my defence I for a while did plead, Sad sentence to evade (which I did dread) But my efforts did me no kind of good, For I must suffer, and pay blood for blood. To take her life I did premeditate; Which now has brought me to this wretched fate. And may my death on all a terror strike, That none may ever after do the like. Murder prepense it is the worst of crimes, And calls aloud for vengeance at all times, May none hereafter be like me undone, But always strive the Tempters snares to shun. By me she was seducd in her life-time, Which addeth guilt to guilt, and crime to crime. By me she was debauched and defild, And then by me was murderd, and her child. Inhuman and unparalleld the case, I pray God give all mortal men more grace, Nones been more vile, more guilty in the land, How shall I at the great Tribunal stand? I should have been her guardian and her friend, I did an orphan take her for that end, But Satan did my morals so subdue, That I did take her life and infants too. To poison her it was my full intent, But Providence did that design prevent, Then by a rope, fast twisted with a fife, I strangled her, and took her precious life. My Counsel I did hope would get me clear, But such a train of proofs there did appear, Which made the Court and Jury for to cry Hes guilty, let the wicked culprit die. When I in fetters in York-Castle lay, The morning of my execution day, For to prevent the multitude to see Myself exposed on the fatal tree. I then did perpetrate my last vile crime, And put a final end unto my time, Myself I strangled in the lonesome cell, And ceased in this transit world to dwell. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1775? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Captain seduces his female apprentice and after finding out she is pregnant murders her. He then kills himself in jail rather than be publicly executed. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data <em>Fair Lady lay your costly Robes aside</em>, is also known as <em>Death and the Lady</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 169-70). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ec1e873d002a282f16251cdf79608413.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, Shelfmark: C.20.f.9.453; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31133/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31133</a> Subtitle of Bulmer, near Castle-Howard, who after a Trial of Nine Hours, at York-Castle, on Monday the 27th of March, 1775, for the wilful Murder of ELIZABETH RAINBOW, an Ackworth Girl, his Apprentice; was found Guilty, and immediately received Sentence to be executed at Tyburn near York on Wednesday following, but on the same morning he strangled himself in the Cell where he was confined, and so put a period to his wicked and desperate Life. His Body was then pursuant to his Sentence, given given to the Surgeons at York Infirmary to be dissected and anatomized. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 and Tragical SONG, concerning Captain JOHN BOLTON, hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8a25f49e3fc9809373cfa73b463f19bb.jpg a36ecac471ac5827f8952150a36fd1d2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 1581 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Campion" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Saint Edmund Campion (24 January 1540 - 1 December 1581) was an English Jesuit priest, executed as a traitor, but regarded by the Catholic Church as a martyr. <br /><br />Committed to the Tower of London, he was questioned in the presence of Queen Elizabeth, who asked him if he acknowledged her to be the true Queen of England. He replied she was, and she offered him wealth and dignities, but on condition of rejecting his Catholic faith, which he refused to accept. He was kept a long time in prison and reputedly racked twice. Despite the effect of a false rumour of retraction and a forged confession, his adversaries summoned him to four public conferences (1, 18, 23 and 27 September 1581). <br /><br />Although still suffering from his ill treatment, and allowed neither time nor books for preparation, he reportedly conducted himself so easily and readily that he won the admiration of most of the audience. Tortured again on 31 October, he was indicted at Westminster on a charge of having conspired, along with others, in Rome and Reims to raise a sedition in the realm and dethrone the Queen. <br /><br />Campion was sentenced to death as a traitor. He answered: "In condemning us, you condemn all your own ancestors, all our ancient bishops and kings, all that was once the glory of England -- the island of saints, and the most devoted child of the See of Peter." He received the death sentence with the Te Deum laudamus. After spending his last days in prayer he was led with two companions, Ralph Sherwin and Alexander Briant, to Tyburn where the three were hanged, drawn and quartered on 1 December 1581. He was 41 years of age. <br /><br />Edmund Campion was beatified by Pope Leo XIII on 9 December 1886. Blessed Edmund Campion was canonized nearly eighty-four years later in 1970 by Pope Paul VI as one of the Forty Martyrs of England and Wales with a common feast day of 4 May. His feast day is celebrated on 1 December, the day of his martyrdom. The actual ropes used in his execution are now kept in glass display tubes at Stonyhurst College in Lancashire; each year they are placed on the altar of St Peter's Church for Mass to celebrate Campion's feast day - which is always a holiday for the school. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Richard Iones, dwellinge ouer agaynst the Faulcon, neare Holburne Bridge. Anno. I58I. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 41 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Composer of Ballad William Elderton? Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8a25f49e3fc9809373cfa73b463f19bb.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Society of Antiquaries of Lodon - Broadsides, Shelfmark: Cab Lib g; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/36313/image" target="_blank">EBBA 36313</a> Subtitle By the example of the late death of Edmund Campion, Ralphe Sherwin, and Thomas ['Thomas' crossed out; 'Alexander' written above it in ink] Bryan, Iesuites and Seminarie priestes: Who suffered at Tyburne, on Friday the first Daye of December. Anno Domini. 1581. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Triumph for true Subiects, and a Terrour vnto al Traitours: drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2766eb7aa094e5a619b9c7ee55d54e15.jpg 1bdfb4d70328d7f8111ade6a3f2beb16 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 YOU Traytors of England how dare you Conspire, Against such a Prince whose love we admire? And against his dear Brother that Royal brave Sparke, Right Heir to the Crown, sweet James Duke of York. But yet I do hope, that theyl ner have their will, To touch our dear Princes who nere thought them ill; O Russel you ploted against a good King. Whose fame through all Nations in AEurope doth Reign But Heavens will protect him and still be his guide, And keep him from danger and be on his side; And all that do plot against him or the Heir, I hope that their Feet will be catcht in a snare: By this Conspiration your Ruine youve caught, And under a hatchet your head you have brought: O Russel you plotted, etc. You might have livd manie a year in much Fame, And added much Honour unto your good Name; But now this a blot in your Scutcheon will be, For being concerned with this gross Villany; But now your dear Parents in heart may lament, Without all dispute theyve but little content, To think that you plotted, etc. Your Lady may grieve, and lament for her loss, To lose you for Treason it proves a great cross, But it was no more than what was your desert, No reason but that he should taste of the smart: [But] had you then been [a] good S[ubject] indeed, You would not have sufferd, you would have been freed. But Russel you plotted, etc. Now let me but ask you a question or two, What would you have had, or intended to do? The Laws of this Nation ye would have thrown down, Then ye would have aimd at the Scepter and Crown; But Heaven I hope will all Plotting disclose, And the Laws of the Nation shall punish the Foes Of our great Monarch, and gracious good King, Whose Fame through all Nations in AEurop doth Reign. When Persons have Honor and Pleasures great store, Yet still they are having and gruding for more; Their hearts are deceitful and puffed with pride, And Lucifer certainly stands by their side,To things most unlawful he makes them conspire, But he laughs at them all when they stick in the mire, O Russel you plotted, etc. True Subjects of England are filled with fears, And for their great Soveraign they shed many tears, To think this no reason will Traytors convince, But still theyle be plotting against a good Prince: Those that should have been a great help to the Land, They sought for our ruine we well understand. But Russel you plotted, etc. There was Walcot and Rouse were both in the plot, And Hone I do reckon must not be forgot; At Tyburn for certain, each man took his turn, And then in the fire their bowels did burn, A death so deserving, none will deny: For sure they plotted against a good King, Whose Fame through all Nations in AEurop doth Reign. Let this be a warning to Rich and to Poor, To be [true] to their King, and to plot so no more, And that our good King may have Plenty and P[eace,] And the Loyal Subjects may daily increase, There never were People more happy than we, If unto the Government all would agree. Then hang up those Traitors who love not the King, Whose Fame through all Nations in AEurope doth Reign. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1683 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Russell,_Lord_Russell" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> William Russell, Lord Russell (29 September 1639 - 21 July 1683) was an English politician. He was a leading member of the Country Party, forerunners of the Whigs, who opposed the succession of James II during the reign of Charles II, ultimately resulting in his execution for treason. This was followed by the Rye House Plot, a plan to ambush Charles II and his brother James at the Rye House, Hoddesdon, on their way back to London from the Newmarket races. However the plot was disclosed to the government. <br /><br />Unlike several of his co-conspirators, Russell refusing to escape to Holland. He was accused of promising his assistance to raise an insurrection and bring about the death of the king. He was sent on 26 June 1683 to the Tower of London, where he prepared himself for his death. Monmouth offered to return to England and be tried if doing so would help Russell, and Essex refused to abscond for fear of injuring his friend's chance of escape. However, he was tried and convicted of treason and sentenced to death by beheading. <br /><br />Russell was executed by Jack Ketch on 21 July 1683 at Lincoln's Inn Fields. The execution was said to have been conducted quite poorly by Ketch. Ketch later wrote a letter of apology. Russell was lauded as a martyr by the Whigs, who claimed that he was put to death in retaliation for his efforts to exclude James from succession to the crown. Russell was exonerated by the reversal of attainder under William III of England. Ketch's execution of Lord Russell at Lincoln's Inn Fields on 21 July 1683 was performed clumsily; a pamphlet entitled The Apologie of John Ketch, Esquire contains his apology, in which he alleges that the prisoner did not "dispose himself as was most suitable" and that he was interrupted while taking aim. <br /><br />On that occasion, Ketch wielded the instrument of death either with such sadistically nuanced skill or with such lack of simple dexterity - nobody could tell which, that the victim suffered horrifically under blow after blow, each excruciating but not in itself lethal. Even among the bloodthirsty throngs that habitually attended English beheadings, the gory and agonizing display had created such outrage that Ketch felt moved to write and publish a pamphlet title Apologie, in which he excused his performance with the claim that Lord Russell had failed to "dispose himself as was most suitable" and that he was therefore distracted while taking aim on his neck.<br /><br /> Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering; beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lincoln's Inn Fields Tune Data <em>Packington's Pound</em><span> is often cited as </span><em>Digby's Farewell,</em><em>Packingtons Pound, On the back of a River,</em><span> or </span><em>Amintas' Farewell.</em><span> The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570).</span> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/2766eb7aa094e5a619b9c7ee55d54e15.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, Shelfmark: C.20.f.9.796; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31479/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31479</a> Subtitle Or, Treason Justly punished. [Be]ing a Relation of a Damnd Conspiracy against the life of the King, and the Subversion of the Government, hatchd and contrived by ill-affected Persons, namely, Captain Thomas Walcot, William Hone, and John Rouse, who were drawn, hangd, and quarterd, for High-Treason, on Friday the 20. of this instant July: As also, the Lord Russel, who was beheaded in Lincolns-Inn-fields, on the 21. of the same Moneth, whose Fatal and deserved Punishments, may be a Warning for all others to avoid the like Crimes. To the Tune of, Digbys Fare-well, Or, On the bank of a River, etc. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Terror for TRAITORS beheading drawing and quartering hanging high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7850ed66a29053dd537bdae253149d57.jpg 979c736464c9243d9007e98c6f5edbbc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Since Caelia's my Foe</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GOOD Lord! I'm undone, thy Face I would shun, I've anger'd my God, and displeased his Son: I dare not come nigh thy great Majesty, Oh! where shall I hide my poor Soul when I die. Thy Vengence I dread on my guilty Head, All Hopes of thy Mercy from me now are fled; My poor sinful Soul is filthy and foul, And Terror and Horror in my Conscience roll. The Shame of my Race, and Mankind's disgrace, My Actions all over were wicked and base; No Devil in Hell that from Glory fell, Can now with my Blood-guilty Soul parallel. Her Affections I drew, how could I embrue My Hands in her Blood! Oh! my God, I do rue The curst hellish Deed, I made her to bleed, That never did wrong me in thought, word, or deed. I us'd my whole art, 'till I stole her Heart, And swore to befriend her, and still take her Part, Thus being beguil'd, she soon prov'd with Child, Which made her weep sorely, but I only smil'd. With sighs and with groans with tears and with moans She utter'd such Plaints a would soften flint Stone; Oh! where shall I hide my Shame oft she cry'd, Dear Sir, take some pity, and for me provide. [only one page on EBBA] Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1727 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad From Gwenda Morgan, Peter Rushton, <em>Rogues, thieves, and the rule of law: the problem of law enforcement in north-east England, 1718-1800</em>, p. 139: <br /><br />William Stevenson's murder of his pregnant lover in 1727, by throwing her down the cliffs near Hartlepool, was celebrated in a long ballad with many prurient and bloody details whose verses were remembered locally for decades afterwards. It is highly ambiguous concerning the innocence of the victim, Mary Fawden,.... Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 27 Tune Data <em>Since Caelia's my Foe</em>, (Simpson 1966, pp. 661-62) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/7850ed66a29053dd537bdae253149d57.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="700" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library, Shelfmark: HEH 289784; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32526/image" target="_blank">EBBA ID: 32526</a> Subtitle Merchant, late of North-Allerton, in the County of York, aged 27 Years, who was executed at Durham on Saturday the 26th of August, 1727, for the barbarous Murder of Mary Fawden, near Hartlepool in the Bishoprick of Durham; taken from his own Mouth the Night before his Execution, by a Person that went to visit him while in Goal. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Song, on the Confession and Dying Words of William Stevenson, Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9a8858c8aaf3b73fe2e36935f1d6263f.jpg 63232f2a4e2920ad24a5b7602ebd4e36 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 YE tender fair come hear a ditty, Tragical my tale does run, Or a murder mores the pity, Was at Covent Garden, done, On a kind and pretty woman, By a Minister were told, For her constancy he killd her, Not to rob her of her gold. It seems he had his education, At the University, And first of all bore a commision, But no promotion like to be, Four years ago the gownd assumed, Perswaded by his friends they say, Then cast his eyes as were informed, On the beauty of Miss Wray. To her he oft paid his addresses, But never could obtain his end, She told the Earl, her noble keeper, Who was to him a worthy friend, But this was nothing all he wanted, Was Miss Wray for whore or wife But as neither could be granted, Was resolvd to have her life. He with two loaded pistols met her, Just as she came from the play, Rushd up and not a word did utter, With one he took her life away, The other for himself designed, But his life is spaird you see, Not worthy of a death so sudden, But a public sight to be. Now in Newgate is confined, Till his trial does come on, Its hoped to death hell be resigned, Alas! alas! unhappy man, Who did not look a little ferther, Solid happiness to see, But must go to do a murder, His own murderer for to be. See a mother none more kinder, From five children robbd of life, The character shes left behind her, May be copyd by each wife, Friendly courteous and oblinging, Unto all came in her way, Is the character ye fair ones, Of the late worthy Miss Wray. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1779 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad James Hackman kills Martha Wray and is imprisoned in Newgate awaiting trial. Singer calls for his execution. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Hackman" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> James Hackman (baptized 13 December 1752, hanged 19 April 1779), briefly Rector of Wiveton in Norfolk, was the murderer who killed Martha Ray, singer and mistress of John Montagu, 4th Earl of Sandwich. <br /><br />In about 1775, while he was a serving army officer, Hackman visited Lord Sandwich's house at Hinchingbrooke and met his host's mistress Martha Ray. She was "a lady of an elegant person, great sweetness of manners, and of a remarkable judgement and execution in vocal and instrumental music" who had lived with Lord Sandwich as his wife since the age of seventeen and had given birth to nine of his children. Sandwich also had a wife, from whom he was separated, who was considered mad and who lived in an apartment at Windsor Castle. This was the same Lord Sandwich who is said to have called for a piece of beef between two pieces of bread, thus originating the word sandwich. He was a patron of the explorer Captain James Cook, who named the Sandwich Islands after him. <br /><br />Hackman struck up a friendship with Martha Ray (who was several years older than he was) and was later reported to have become besotted with her. They may have become lovers and discussed marriage, but this is disputed. Although rich, Sandwich was usually in debt and offered Martha Ray no financial security. However, whatever was between Hackman and Martha Ray ended when he was posted to Ireland. <br /><br />On 7 April 1779, a few weeks after his ordination as a priest of the Church of England, Hackman followed Martha Ray to Covent Garden, where she had gone to watch a performance of Isaac Bickerstaffe's comic opera Love in a Village with her friend and fellow singer Caterina Galli. Suspecting that Ray had a new lover, when Hackman saw her in the theatre with William Hanger, Lord Coleraine, he left, fetched two pistols, and waited in a nearby coffee house. After Ray and Galli came out of the theatre, Hackman approached the ladies just as they were about to get into their carriage. He put one pistol to Ray's forehead and shot her dead. With the other he then tried to kill himself but made only a flesh wound. He then beat himself with both discharged pistols until he was arrested and taken, with Martha Ray's body, into a tavern in St James's Street. Two letters were found on Hackman, one addressed to his brother-in-law, Frederick Booth, and a love letter to Martha Ray: both later appeared in evidence at the murder trial. <br /><br />When Lord Sandwich heard what had happened, he "wept exceedingly". <br /><br />On 14 April 1779, Martha Ray was entombed inside the parish church of Elstree, Hertfordshire, but her body was later moved into the cemetery. On the instructions of Lord Sandwich, she was buried in the clothes she had been wearing when killed. <br /><br />Hackman was hanged at Tyburn on 19 April 1779. He travelled there in a mourning coach, accompanied by the sheriff's officer and two fellow clergymen, the Rev. Moses Porter, a curate friend from Clapham, and the Rev. John Villette, the chaplain of Newgate Prison. James Boswell later denied rumours that he had also been in the coach. <br /><br />At Tyburn, "Hackman... behaved with great fortitude; no appearances of fear were to be perceived, but very evident signs of contrition and repentance". His body was later publicly dissected at Surgeons' Hall, London. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 26 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9a8858c8aaf3b73fe2e36935f1d6263f.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe Shelfmark: C.20.f.9.768; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31497/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31497</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 A Serious copy of Verses on the late Miss Wray. hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5873ed72103343fc162da729e93c7b63.jpg 822245fa30710871199d1ffac29205d4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Wilsons new tune</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A proper newe Ballad, declaring the substaunce of all the late pretended Treasons against the Queenes Maiestie, and Estates of this Realme, by sundry Traytors: who were executed in Lincolnes-Inne fielde on the 20. and 21. daies of September. 1586. To Wilsons new tune. WHen first the gracious God of heauen, by meanes did bring to light: the Treasons lately practised, by many a wicked wight. Against their Prince whose life they sought, & many a noble Peere: the substance of whose treasons strange, you shal most truly heare. O Lord preserue our noble Queene, her Counsaile long maintaine: Confound her foes and graunt her grace in health to rule and raigne. Their Treasons once discouered, then were the Traytors sought: some of them fled into a Wood, where after they were caught. And being broughte vnto the Tower, for ioye the Belles did ring: and throughout London Bonefiers made, where people Psalmes did sing O Lord preserue our noble Queene, &c. And set their Tables in the streetes, with meates of euery kinde: where was preparde all signes of ioye, that could be had in minde. And praysde the Lord most hartely, that with his mightie hand: he had preserued our gracious Queene, and people of this Land. O Lord preserue our noble Queene, &c. Which thing was taken in good parte, by our renowned Queene: who by her Letters gaue them thankes, as playnly may be seene. Assuring them that all her care, was for their safetie still: and that thereby she would deserue, their loue and great good will. O Lord preserue our noble Queene, &c. The Traytors well examined, (whom God himselfe bewrayed:) their Treasons knowne, then were they straight to Westminster conuaied. Whereas they all indited were, of many a vile pretence: seauen pleaded guiltie at the Barre, before they went from thence. The maner how they did begin, herein will playne appeare: their purposes in each respect, you shall most truely heare. Herein vnto you will be seene, if they had not bene foylde: our Queene, our Realme, yea rich and, poore together had bene spoilde. One Sauidge lurking long in Fraunce, at Rheames did there remaine: whom Doctor Gifford did perswade, great honor hee should gaine. If that he would goe take in hand, (these matters very straunge:) first to depriue our gracious Queene, Religion for to chaunge. And then for to inuade the Realme, by troupes of foraine power: to ouerthrowe the gouernment, and kill her in her Bower. Or forceably to dispossesse, the Queene of Englands Grace: and to proclaime the Scottish Queene, and set her in her place. Which matter Sauidge promised, his full performance too: so that he might see warrant with, safe Conscience so to doo. The Doctor vowed by his Soule, and bad him vnderstand: it was an honourable thing, to take the same in hand. When Sauidge heard that merites were, to him therby so rife: he vowed for to doe the same, or else to lose his life. And shortly into England hyed, and did imparte the same: to Babington of Darby shire, a man sure voyd of shame. And tolde him how that he had vowed, to doe it or to dye: desiring him of helpe and ayde, and that immeadiatly. A Iesuit Priest whom Ballard hight, came ouer to that end: he came also to Babington, and dayly did attend. Still to perswade him that he would, attempt and take in hand: this vilde and wicked enterprise, and stoutly to it stand. And tolde him that he should haue ayde, of sixtie thousand men: that secretly should landed be, and tolde him how and when. And in respect of all his paines, he truely might depende: that it was lawefull so to doe, Renowne should be the end. But let all Traytors nowe perceiue, what honor he hath wonne: whose trayterous head and wicked heart, hath many a one vndone. This proude and hautie Babington, in hope to gaine renowne: did stirre vp many wilfull men, in many a Shire and Towne. To ayde him in this deuilish act, and for to take in hand: the spoyle of our renowned Prince, and people of this Land. Who did conclude with bloodie blade, a slaughter to commit: vpon her Counsell as they should, within Star Chamber sit. Which is a place wheras the Lordes, and those of that degree: yeeldes Iustice vnto euery man, that craues it on their knee. Yea famous London they did meane, for to haue sackt beside: both Maior and Magistrates therin, haue murdered at that tide. Eache riche mans goodes had beene their owne, no fauour then had serued: nought but our wealth was their desire, though wee and ours had starued. Besides these wicked practises, they had concluded more: the burning of the Nauie and, the cheefest Shippes in store: With fire and sworde they vowed, to kill and to displace: eache Lord Knight and Magistrate, true subiects to her Grace. They had determinde to haue cloyde, and poysoned out of hand: the cheefe and greatest Ordinaunce, that is within this Land. And did entend by violence, on rich men for to fall: to haue their money and their Place, and to haue spoild them al. The Common wealth of England soone, should therby haue bene spoylde: our goodes for which our Parents and, our selues long time haue toylde. Had all bene taken from vs, besides what had ensued: the substaunce proueth playnely, to soone wee all had rewed. Those were the Treasons they conspyrde, our good Queene to displace: to spoyle the states of all this Land, such was their want of grace: But God that doth protect her still, offended at the same: Euen in their young and tender yeares, did cut them of with shame. These Traytors executed were, on Stage full strongly wrought: euen in the place where wickedly, they had their Treasons sought. There were they hangde and quattred, there they acknowledged why: who like as Traytors they had liued, euen so they seemde to dye. O wicked Impes, O Traytors vilde, that could these deedes deuise: why did the feare of God and Prince, departe so from your eyes. No Rebelles power can her displace, God will defend her still: true subectes all will lose their liues, ere Traytors haue their will. How many mischiefes are deuisde? how many wayes are wrought: how many vilde Conspyracies against her Grace is sought. Yet God that doth protect her still, her Grace doth well preserue: and workes a shame vnto her foes, as they doe best deserue. O heauenly God preserue our Queene, in plentie health and peace: confounde her foes, maintaine her right, her ioyes O Lord increase. Lord blesse her Counsaile euermore, and Nobles of this Land: preserue her Subiects, and this Realme, with thy most mightie hand. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1586 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babington_Plot" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>John Ballard was arrested on 4 August 1586, and presumably under torture he confessed and implicated Babington. Although Babington was able to receive the forged letter with the postcript, he was not able to reply with the names of the conspirators, as he was arrested while seeking a licence to travel in order to see King Philip II of Spain, with the purpose of organising a foreign expedition as well as ensuring his own safety. The identities of the six conspirators were nevertheless discovered, and they were taken prisoner by 15 August 1586. Mary's two secretaries, Claude de la Boisseliere Nau (d. 1605) and Gilbert Curle (d. 1609), were likewise taken into custody and interrogated. <br /><br />The conspirators were sentenced to death for treason and conspiracy against the crown, and were sentenced to be hanged, drawn, and quartered. This first group included Babington, Ballard, Chidiock Tichborne, Sir Thomas Salisbury, Robert Barnewell, John Savage and Henry Donn. A further group of seven men, Edward Habington, Charles Tilney, Edward Jones, John Charnock, John Travers, Jerome Bellamy, and Robert Gage, were tried and convicted shortly afterward. Ballard and Babington were executed on September 20 along with the other men who had been tried with them. Such was the horror of their execution that Queen Elizabeth ordered the second group to be allowed to hang until dead before being disembowelled. <br /><br />Queen Mary herself went to trial at Fotheringhay Castle in Northamptonshire and denied her part in the plot, but her correspondence was the evidence; therefore, Mary was sentenced to death. Elizabeth signed her cousin's death warrant, and on 8 February 1587, in front of 300 witnesses, Mary, Queen of Scots, was executed by beheading. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Thomas Purfoote for Edward White Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lincoln's Inn Field Composer of Ballad Thomas Nelson Tune Data <em>Wilsons new tune</em> (Simpson 1966, p. 792) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5873ed72103343fc162da729e93c7b63.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides, Shelfmark: Cab Lib g; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/36317/image" target="_blank">EBBA 36317</a> Subtitle who were executed in Lincolnes-Inne fielde on the 20. and 21. daies of September. 1586. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 proper newe Ballad, declaring the substaunce of all the late pretended Treasons against the Queenes Maiestie, and Estates of this Realme, by sundry Traytors: drawing and quartering hanging high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/68e673cfa9c0c525bc9b6db41b059f2c.jpg 6c5bc326bcfc7fa7a5032b0586f3e3d6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Weep, weep</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1586 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, at the Long Shop adioyning vnto Saint Mildreds Churche in the Pultrie by Edward Allde. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lincoln's Inn Field Composer of Ballad T.D. Thomas Deloney Tune Data <em>Weep, weep</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 660-61). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/68e673cfa9c0c525bc9b6db41b059f2c.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit National Library of Scotland - Crawford, Shelfmark: Crawford.EB.1027; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/33717/image" target="_blank">EBBA 33717</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics REjoyce in hart good people all, sing praise to God on hye: Which hath preserved us by his power, from traitors tiranny. Which now have had their due desarts, in London lately seen: And Ballard was the first that died, for Treason to our Queene. O praise the Lord with hart and minde, sing praise with voices cleere: Sith traiterous crue, have had their due, to quaile their parteners cheere. Next, Babington that Caitife vilde, was hanged for his hier: His Carkasse likewise quartered, and Hart cast in the fier. Was ever seene such wicked troopes, of Traytors in this Land? Against the pretious woord of truthe, and their good Queene to stand? O praise, etc. But heer beholde the rage of Rome, the fruits of Popish plants, Beholde and see their wicked woorks, which all good meaning wants. For Savage also did receave, like death for his desert: Which in that wicked enterprise, should then have doon his part. O praise, etc. O cursed catifes void of grace, will nothing serve your turne, But to beholde your Cuntries wrack, in malice while you burne. And Barnwell thou which went to view, her grace in each degree: And how her life might be dispatcht, thy death we all did see. O praise, etc. Confounding shame fall to their share, and hellish torments sting: That to the Lords annointed shall, devise so vile a thing. O Techburne what bewitched thee? to have such hate in store: Against our good and gratious Queene, that thou must dye therefore. O praise, etc. What gaine for Traitors can returne? if they their wish did win: Or what preferment should they get, by this their trecherous sinne. Though Forraine power love Treason well, the Traitors they dispise: And they the first that should sustaine, the smart of their devise. O praise, etc. What cause had Tilney Traitor stout, or Abbington likewise: Against the Lords annointed thus, such mischeef to devise. But that the Devill inticed them, such wicked woorks to render: For which these seven did suffer death, the twentith of September. O praise, etc. Seaven more the next day following, were drawen from the Tower: Which were of their confederates, to dye that instant hower. The first of them was Salsburie, and next to him was Dun: Who did complaine most earnestly, of proud yong Babington. O praise, etc. Both Lords and Knights of hye renowne, he ment for to displace: And likewise all our Towers and Townes, and Cities for to race. So likewise Jones did much complaine, of his detested pride: And shewed how lewdly he did live, before the time he died. O Praise etc. Then Charnock was the next in place, to taste of bitter death: And praying unto holy Saints, he left his vitall breath. And in like maner Trauers then, did suffer in that place: And fearfully he left his life, with Crossing breast and face. O praise, etc. Then Gage was stripped in his shirt, who up the Lather went: And sought for to excuse himselfe, of Treasons falce intent. And Bellamie the last of all, did suffer death that daye: Unto which end God bring all such, as wish our Queenes decay. O praise, etc. O faulce and foule disloyall men, what person would suppose: That Clothes of Velvet and of Silke, should hide such mortall foes. Or who would think such hidden hate, in men so faire in sight: But that the Devill can turne him selfe, into an Angell bright. O praise, etc. But Soveraigne Queene have thou no care, for God which knoweth all: Will still maintaine thy royall state, and give thy foes a fall. And for thy Grace thy Subjects all, will make their praiers still: That never Traitor in this Land, may have his wicked will. O praise, etc. Whose glorious daies in England heere, the mighty God maintaine: That long unto thy Subjects Joye, thy Grace may rule and raigne. And Lord we pray for Christes sake, that all thy secret foes: May come to naught which seeke thy life, and Englands lasting woes. O praise the Lord with hart and minde, etc. The names of 7. Traitors which were Executed on Tuesday being the xx of September 1586. John Ballard Preest. Anthony Babington. John Savage. Robert Barnwell. Chodicus Techburne. Charles Tilney. Edward Abbington. The names of the other vij. which were Exe- cuted on the next day after. Thomas Salsbury. Henry Dun. Edward Jhones. John Trauers. John Charnock. Robert Gage. Harman Bellamy. Subtitle most wicked Traitors, who suffered death in Lincolnes Inne feelde neere London: the 20 and 21. of September. 1586. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 proper new Ballad, breefely declaring the Death and Execution of I4. drawing and quartering hanging high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d4b53b2293f37c75b7faf91a6f7f3d8d.jpg bcca9d33c526a2c7cb82c56266912375 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 blind beggar</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O F a stout Cripple that kept the high way, and beg'd for his living all time of the day, A story Ile tell you that pleasant shall be, the Cripple of Cornwall sir-named was he. He crept on his hands and his knees up and down, in a torne Jacket and ragged patcht Gowne: For he had never a legge to the knee, the Cripple of Cornwall sir [-] named was hee. He was of stomacke couragious and stout, for he had no cause to complaine of the Gout: To goe upon stilts most cunning was hee, with a staffe on his necke gallant and free. Yea, no good fellowship would he forsake, were it in secret a purse for to take: His helpe was as good as any might be, the Cripple of Cornwall sir-named was he. When he upon any such service did goe, the craftie young Cripple provided it so: His tooles he kept close in an old hollow Tree, that stood from the Citie a mile two or three. Thus all the day long he begd for reliefe, and late in the night he plaid the false Theefe: And seven yeares together this custome kept he, and no man knew him such a person to be. There were few Grasiers went on the way, but unto the Cripple for passage did pay, And every brave Merchant that he did descry, he emptied their purses ere they passed by. The gallant Lord Courtney both valiant and bold, rode forth with great plentie of silver and Gold: At Exeter there a purchase to pay. but that the false Cripple his journey did stay. For why the false Cripple heard tydings of late, as he lay for almes at this Noblemans gate: What day and what houre his journey should be, this is (quoth the Cripple) a bootie for me. Then to his Companions the matter he moned, which their like actions beforetime had proned: They make themselves ready & deeply they sweare this mony's their owne before they come there. Upon his two stilts the Cripple doth mount, to have his best share he makes his account: All clothed in Canvas downe to the ground, he takes up his standing his mates with him round Then comes the L.Courtney with halfe a scoremen that little suspecting these theeves in their den: And they perceiving them come to their hand, in a darke evening they bid him to stand. Deliver thy purse quoth the Cripple with speed, for we be good fellowes and thereof have need: Not so, quoth Lord Courtney , but this I tell thee, win it, and weare it, else get none of me. With that the Lord Courtney stood in his defence, and so did his servants, but ere they went [hence] Two of the true men were slaine in the fight, and foure of the theeves were put to their flight And while for their safegard they ran thus away, the jolly bold Cripple did hold the rest play: And with his pike-staffe he wounded them so, as they were unable to runne or to goe. With fight the L. Courtney was driven out of breath and most of his servants wounded to death: Then came other horsemen riding so fast, the Cripple was forced to flie at the last, And over a River that ran there beside, which was very deepe and eighteene foot wide: With his long staffe and his stilts leaped hee, and shifted himselfe in an old hollow Tree. Then thorow the Country was hue and cry made, to have these theeves apprehended and stayde: The Cripple he creeps on his hands and his knees, and on the high way great posting he sees. And as they came riding he begging doth say, O give me one penny, good Master, I pray: And thus unto Exeter creepes he along, no man suspecting that he had done wrong. Anon the Lord Courtney he spyde in the street he comes unto him and kisses his feet: Saying, God save your honor & keepe you from il, and from the hands of your enemies still. Amen qouth L. Courtney , and therewith flung downe unto the poore Cripple an English Crowne: Away went the Cripple and thus he did thinke, 500 . pounds more would make me to drinke. In vaine that hue and cry it was made, they found none of them though the Countrey was layd: But this grieved the Cripple both night and day, that he so unluckily mist of his pray. Nine hundred pounds this Cripple had got, by begging and robbing so good was his lot, A thousand pound he would make it he said, and then hee would quite give over his trade. But as he strived his minde to fulfill, in following his actions so lewd and so ill, At last he was taken the law to suffice, condemned and hanged at Exeter [sise]. Which made all men amazed to see, that such an impotent person as hee, Should venture himselfe to such actions as they, to rob in such sort upon the high way. F I N I S. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1624 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad An amputee ('he had never a legge to the knee')begs on the highway in daylight hours, but at night, disguises himself with stilts to rob travellers. Although his attempt to rob the Lord Courtney is botched, eventually he is caught and all are amazed. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed for J .W. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery; theft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. 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Words are mostly unchanged (institutional login required).  Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/d4b53b2293f37c75b7faf91a6f7f3d8d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.136; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20003/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20003</a>; (see also Roxburghe 1.389 EBBA ID: 30262; Roxburghe 1.446, EBBA 30300; Roxburghe 3.616-617, EBBA 31316; Euing 1.241, EBBA 31790 ; Euing 1.242, EBBA 31791). Subtitle wherein is shewed his dissolute life and deserved death. To the tune of, the blind Begger . Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 intituled, the stout Cripple of Cornwall hanging Male robbery theft