2 50 166 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. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1175">Bleeding heart</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics What horrid execrable Crimes, Possess us in these latter Times; Not Pestilence, nor Sword, nor Fire, Will make us from our Sins retyre. Two sad Relations that befel Us in this Month, I shall you tell, As dismal dreadful Deeds they be, As ever you did hear or see. One was the Murther of a Wife, By wrathful Hand, and bloody Knife; T'other declares those that defil'd, The Virgin body of a Child. A Butcher, as we understand, Liv'd near the May-pole in the Strand; Nathaniel Smith, who lost his life, For the sad slaughter of his wife. After so many years their hands, Had been conjoyn'd in wedlock bands, Whereby came many Children small, One wretched hour confounds them all. This Butchers Wife did keep a Seat I'th Market-place to sell her Meat; And was by all report that's made, A careful house-wife in the Trade. One fatal Evening being come, From Market, to her latest home, She and her Husband both went then, To a Victualling-house and staid till ten. The second part, to the same tune. Then went together home, where when A little season they had been; He in a bold imperious way, Demands the Coin she took that day. She being with Child, and fretful too, What he commands she would not do; Which, with his drink begat a rage, Nothing but Murther could asswage. Words made his passion mount up higher She was the bellows, he the fire: Words are but wind, buy yet they do, Pierce through the Soul and Body too. The Devil had subdued him there, And whisper'd Murther in his ear; Which he impatient of delay, Doth perpetrate the readiest way. With a strong long sharp-poynted knife, Into the back he stabs his wife: Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone, With one dead-doing blow is gone. She faltred, fainted, fell down dead, Upon the ground her bloud was shed; The little Infant in the womb Received there both Life and Tomb. Then was he Apprehended, by Some Neighbours that did hear her cry But Murther, murther, and for this, He judgd and Executed is. Let this a warning be to those, Whose Passions are their greatest Foes: And let all Women have a care, To stir those that impatient are. Ten angry words with wrath and knife, Has kil'd a husband and a Wife; An Infant too, which makes up Three, And ruin'd a whole family. But mischiefs seldome come alone, My Muse hath yet another Groan; A sigh, a tear, and much of moan, To tell a Deed but lately done. There was one Mary, a grand Bawd, That liv'd by Lechery and Fraud; Assisted by her Daughter Bess, Did keep a house of wickedness. They liv'd at Westminster, where they, Many a Virgin did betray: Those wicked actions made them rue, This fact they did, which I'le tell you. It seems a fellow thither came, To pacifie his lustful flame; Having a fire of Drink before, Came to be quenched by a Whore. They being destitute, did meet, A Neighbours Daughter in the street; A pretty Child, and as 'tis told, By many, but of Ten years old. Yet she is tempted in by them, To serve their turn in that extream, And then deliver'd up to One, Was more a Devil than a Man. Unto this weak unwary Child, That was unfit to be defil'd; In order to their base Design, They give it Brandy, Ale, and Wine. Their hot Guest for a Wench doth call, They brought him One, but very small; It serv'd his turn, and he did fly, At his small Game, they standing by, The Child resisted and cryed out, The old Bawd choak'd her with a Clout Stop'd in the mouth; the Fellow spoil'd, With furious lust the fainting Child. The Fellow having Ravished, This tender Child, away he fled: But what he was, or who, is known Not as I hear, to any one. The two that held, and stopt her breath, Most justly now have suffer'd Death; Such pitty 'tis that he is free'd, By flight, that did the filthy Deed. Thus have I told you Two sad Crime, Committed in these worst of Times; Let all that hear me now, by this, Take warning not to do amiss. Return to God, reform your Lives, Men be not bitter to your wives: Wives love you Husbands, for bad words Have drawn a hundred thousand swords. Let Love and Patience both agree, To keep us all in Amity; Then all our bloody Broyls will cease, God save the King, and send us Peace. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1667 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad 2 stories: one of domestic violence ending in murder, the other of the rape of a child with two women as accessories. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed by E. Crowch, for F. Coles, / T. Vere, and J. Wright. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, rape Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Image / Audio Credit Glasgow University Library - Euing, Shelfmark: Euing Ballads 20; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31663/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31663</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f0c4c90a45344232a39a906fe4c0373a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="450"></iframe> Subtitle Exprest in a woful Narrative of one Nathaniel Smith a Butcher, who lived in Maypole-Alley near the Strand; his Wife having been all day in the Market selling of Meat, in the evening went with her Husband to an Alehouse, where they stay'd till ten of the clock. and then went home together, and being in their lodging, demanded of her the Money she had taken that day, but she (being great with child and peevish) refused to give it him, he taking his Butchers-knife in his hand stabb'd her in the back, whereof she instantly dyed, for which he was Apprehended, Condemned, and Executed at Tyburn, April the 24th. 1667. As also another Relation of a Ravisher, who in a Bawdy-house (assisted by two Women) ravished a Girle. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bloody Butcher, And the two wicked and cruel Bawds: Female hanging Male murder rape https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/aacf73bc515d9220a7f7bdd613ae7528.jpg 8a9aae772566777b42b495f09b3c595a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6bb6aff824b7d5478784bc5c78ecb05d.mp3 fed09bef195fb2e0a55b360c094b953c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my Foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALl you that come to see my fatal end, Unto my dying words I pray attend; Let my misfortunes now a warning be To e'ry one of high and low degree. Had I been kind and loving to my Wife, I might have liv'd a long and happy life; But having run a loose lascivious race, My days will end in shame and sad disgrace. My Duty towards God I did neglect, Therefore what mercy can I now expect; When I before the mighty Judge appear, To answer for my sins committed here. In wicked pleasures I my days have spent, And never had the Power to Repent, Till now at last my dismal doom I see, The just reward of Cruel Villany Here to the World I solemnly declare, I seldom did frequent the House of Prayer, But Harlots Houses and Carousing too, And now I see what it has brought me to. Upon a Sabbath day it happen'd so, To mrs. Bartletts House I chanc'd to go. One that did live by base Debauchery, And this has prov'd a fatal day to me. I entred in, and sat me down a while, Then came the Harlot with a pleasing smile, Invited me streight to an upper Room, Where we in sin the Sabbath did consume. The Glass with Sider then went freely round, Nay, Mum likewise in plenty did abound, And Cherry-brandy too, we drank beside, 'Till all my Senses they were stupyfied I finding this, I fain would gone my way, But Bartlett she intreated me to stay; And further to oblige me, said that I All night between her Nurse and she should lye. But I despis'd the profer which she made, Then calling to her Nurse and likewise said, Go fetch one gill of Cherry-brandy more, This done, then I'll hasten out of door? Then I did take in hand a bloody Knife, With which I soon bereaved her of life, For why, I cut her throat immediately, Thus Drunk I sent her to Eternity. This done, the Nurse I strove to kill, But Heaven would not let me have my will, I soon was seiz'd, and unto Justice brought, And this has now my sad destruction wrought. In Sodoms sins, you know her days she spent, Yet this can be no proper Argument, That I should thus her bloody Butcher be, Therefore I suffer for my Villany. My loving Wife, a Thousand times farewel, Thy sorrows here no Tongue or Pen can tell Yet God above I hope will still provide, For thee and all thy little ones beside. O let me be a warning to you all, That comes this day to see my dismal fall, Serve ye the Lord and shun all evil ways, And by that means you may prolong your days, Lord tho' my sins are of a scarlet dye, Yet let my Prayers come up to thee on High. My supplications unto thee I'll make Oh save my soul e'en for thy mercies [sake.] Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1691 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad James Selbee goes to see a prostitute, Mrs. Barlett, and in a drunken state, stabs her to death. He tries to murder her nurse but fails and is arrested and convicted. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Goodman's fields Tune Data Fortune my Foe, also known as, Aim not too High 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. 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> <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/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 The EXECUTION of SIR THOMAS ARMSTRONG A TRAYTOR AT TYBURN On FRIDAY, the Twentieth of June 1684 From <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/49128/49128-0.txt" target="_blank">Curiosities of Street Literature</a>, by Charles Hindley, p.168 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. 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. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Armstrong_(English_politician)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> 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. 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. 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. 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 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Recorded in Early American Imprints, Series 1, no. 40042 (filmed), and Early American Imprints, 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/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 </a>Recorded in Universal Songster 3, p. 296; The Crotchet (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 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/01553680aba91e17201f8494e5a4ee13.jpg aaa3b243d058852e1528903c00570f24 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The 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. 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. 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/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 The true story of Sweet Fanny Adams From <a href="http://murderpedia.org/male.B/b/baker-frederick.htm" target="_blank">Murderpedia.org</a> 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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? 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. 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". 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/df96af1f2acaf93ea16fe5e5f028f6e8.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Execution of Frederick Baker hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b434ee3747e2b1f127ea73234520f85e.jpg c2c3f69d27f439672e688b4008ba4df2 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/257b980d7923912a3d3e3eb545b1e2e3.mp3 4e0dd25198c3c4d1a7fd355ef79c042b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1172">The Ladies Fall</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics THere was a Lord of worthy fame and a Hunting he would ride, Attended by a noble Train, of Gentry by his side, And whilst he did in chase remain, to see both sport and play, His Lady went as she did feign, unto the Church to pray. This Lord he had a Daughter fair whose beauty shin'd so bright: She was belov'd both far and near of many a Lord and Knight. Fair Isabella was she call'd, A Creature fair was she, She was her fathers only joy, as you shall after see. But yet her Cruel step-Mother, did envy her so much, That day by day she sought her life her Malice it was such. She bargain'd with the Master-Cook to take her life away, And taking of her Daughters Book she thus to her did say. Go home sweet daughter, I thee pray go hasten presently. And tell unto the Master-Cook these words that I tell thee. And bid him dress to dinner straight, that fair and milk white Doe, That in the Park doth shine so bright, there's none so fair to show. THis Lady fearing of no harm, obey'd her Mothers will, And presently she hasted home her mind for to fulfill. She straight into the Kitchin went, her message for to tell: And there the Master-Cook she spy'd who did with malice swell. You Master-Cook it must be so, do that which I thee tell You needs must dress the milk-white doe, which you do know full well. Then straight his cruel bloody hands, he on the Lady laid, Who quivering and shaking stands, whilst thus to her he said. Thou art the Doe that I must dress, see here behold my Knife, For it is pointed presently, to rid thee of thy life. O then cry'd out the Scullen boy as loud as loud might be, O save her life good Master-Cook, and make your Pies of me. For pitty sake do not destroy, my Lady with your Knife, You know she is her fathers joy, for Christs sake save her life. I will not save her life he said, nor make my Pies of thee, But if thou do this deed bewray thy Butcher I will be, But when this Lord he did come home for to sit down and eat, He called for his Daughter Dear, to come and carve his meat. Now sit you down this Lady said O sit you down to meat, Into some Nunnery she is gone, your Daughter dear forget. Then solemnly he made a vow before the company, That he would neither eat nor drink, until he did her see. O then bespake the Scullen boy, with a loud voice so high, If that you will your Daughter see, my Lord cut up that Pye. Wherein her flesh is minced small; and parched with the fire: All caused by her Step-Mother, who did her death desire. And cursed be the Master-Cook, O cursed may he be, I proffered him my own hearts blood, from death to set her free. Then all in black this Lord did mourn, and for his Daughters sake He judged for her Step-mother, to be burnt at a Stake, Likewise he judg'd the Master-Cook in boyling Lead to stand, and made the simple Scullen Boy, the Heir to all his Land. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1672-1696? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A fictional ballad, included here to demonstrate how similar they were - in lyric, melody, and appearance - to ballads about genuine events. A wicked stepmother conspires with the cook to kill her stepdaughter. He kills her and bakes her into a pie, but the scullery boy is an eye-witness and warns the duke before he eats his daughter. The murderers are executed and the scullery boy becomes heir to the dukedom. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Fictional tale Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning at stake (for stepmother), boiling lead (for male cook) Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Tune Data The Ladies Fall (Simpson 1966, pp, 98, 104, 105, 248, 369-371, 368), is linked with In Peascod Time. 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. 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> <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/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/. Title A name given to the resource The lamentation of Edward Bruton, and James Riley, hanging in chains Male murder 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. 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. 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. 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. 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/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 The duel of Stewart and Wharton From <a href="https://archive.org/details/minstrelsyofscot01scot/page/n11" target="_blank">Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border,</a> Volume 2, by Sir Walter Scott 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. 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." 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 The British Broadside Ballad and its Music (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 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Early American Imprints, 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/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 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 Chevy Chase, (Simpson 1966, pp. 96-101) Date tune first appeared: 1430? <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. 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. 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 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. First ballad: 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. Sir Philip Sidney said of this early ballad: "I never Heard the old song of Percie and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet" -- Defence of Poesy. Second ballad: In 1711 Joseph Addison wrote in The Spectator, 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. 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/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". 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. 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. 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: "Here lies Tom Thynne of Longleat Hall Who ne'er would have miscarried; Had he married the woman he slept withal 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/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. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174">Packington's Pound</a> 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 </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 Packington's Pound is often cited as Digby's Farewell,Packingtons Pound or Amintas' Farewell. 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/b59c3d55fa7d2af8c0171ba6e16e573e.jpg 291ad49c728ae6c8272edf97f2abff32 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/e0e1bdfab21c3612446ebbdf9136d44b.mp3 5241f2fcde58f16261fe66955f9e0497 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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">Packington's Pound</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Death being forc'd to come before his hour, Brings with him TIME, by his strong Might and Power, To warn all Papists, ne'r more to conspire, For if they do, Iack Katch will pay their Hire; When as he Catcheth them by'th Neck with Rope, He needs no Butter, as they say, nor Sope. Forbear your vile Ploting, all yo that design To escape Gods Vengeance, Repent you in time, Remember! that Princes his Vicegerents are, Inroaled in Heaven, the chief of his care: No Whisper in secret, but what are reveal'd, From God there is nothing that can be conceal'd: In vain are your Plots, when his Mercy says nay, 'tis yourselves you Insnare, you your selves are the prey. 'Tis of Coleman I sing, who once was of fame, And good reputation, but now to his shame, Foul Treason has sullied his Nobler parts, And brought him to ruine, tho' just his deserts: Twas Popish Infection to Ruine the State, That wrought his Confusion, and hastned his Fate: Such Desperate mallice his Prince to Betray, But in vain are mens plotings, if heaven Gain-say Her Highnesses Servant he lived some Years, Till Romes Tripple Tyrant had Buzd in his Ear, To Ruine a Kingdom, or Murder his King, For which hed be Sainted: no sooner, this Sting Had Poysond his Loyalty, but he begins To start from Allegiance, and scruples no sins: But let all beware how their King they Betray, For Vengeance on Traytors redoubld will pay The second Part, to the same Tune: BY Letters from Rome, from France, and from Spain, He suckd in the Treason, and vents it again; To give them Intelligence how Affairs stood, And when he Expected to Write to um In Blood: Thus Bent on Distruction, ner Questiond to ave spead, But Heaven Fore-shewd what hung over our Heads: In mercy preserved us, therefore we may say, In vain is their mallice, if he but say nay. By Secular Powr, in the Midst of His Pride, Hes taken, and safely to Newgate conveyd, From whence to his Tryal in Westminster-hall, That Great Seat of Justice, who when they did call, Most Proudly Replyd, but his Jury brought In, He GUILTY OF TREASON CONSPIRED had been: Subversion and Murder intended, but stay, In vain you Conspire, if Jehovah gain-say. But time being spent, they the Sentance Deferr, And He the Next morning was brought to the Barr, Where the Judge did declare the Gracious Intent Of a King made of Mercy, if he would Recant, And make true Confession, a Pardon they tender, Signed and Sealed by our Faiths Defender: What monstrous Villain on mercy coud prey, Or think to destroy it, when heaven said nay? O wondrous goodness! sure Rome must confess Her Elfs find more favour then she woud grant us: But this grace made no impress ins obstinate breast, He scornd at pure mercy, and tearmd it a jest: But then the dread sentence pronouncd he should go To the place whence he came, & from thence in full show To all the Spectators, be Drawn on his way, (A reward fit for Villains that Kingdoms betray.) To the place of Destruction tencounter grim death, And there by a Cord to resign half his breath: His Bowels ripd out, in the flames to be cast, His Members disseverd on Poles to be placd: A sight full of horror, but yet its most just That they shoud first bleed, that after blood thirst: You merciless Jesuites who precepts convey, To Kill, Burn and Ravish, beware the great day. Short time after sentence strong guarded he came, To receive the reward of his Treason and shame: Where black guilt in his face no question did stare, But with strong resolution he stiffled his fear: But his conscience awakend, remorse did prevail, And then to this purpose his sins did bewail: Good people take warning, and do not delay, When mercy is offerd, nor cast it away. I might have had pardon, but now tis too late, For then I was obstinate, scorning my fate: But death nows too dreadful, my crimes to augment, Whereof ive been guilty, of which I repent, Intreating my Saviour in mercy to save, And of those that ive wrongd, forgiveness I crave: And for my good King I most heartily pray, That God woud protect him the nations obey. And let all Conspirers who seek to dethrone A King from his right, and make Nations to groan: With cruel destruction take warning by me, And not seek their own ruines when they may live free, Nor let the proud Prelate of Rome nor his Train, Tlose Engines of mischief, whose Warrants are vain: The fire-brands of hell, who draw Subjects away, To plot against Princes when heaven says nay. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1678 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Colman" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Edward Colman or Coleman (17 May 1636-1678) was an English Catholic courtier under Charles II of England. He was hanged, drawn and quartered on a treason charge, having been implicated by Titus Oates in his false accusations concerning a Popish Plot. He is a Catholic martyr, beatified by Pope Pius XI in 1929. There was no proof of connivance with a plot for assassination or rebellion except the testimony of Oates and Bedloe. The jury found Coleman guilty. Scroggs replied to his solemn declarations of innocence,'Mr. Coleman, your own papers are enough to condemn you.' Next morning sentence of death and confiscation of property was pronounced, and on Tuesday, 3 December, he was executed, avowing his faith and declaring his innocence. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball, near the Hospital-gate, in West-smith-field 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 Packington's Pound is often cited as Digby's Farewell,Packingtons Pound or Amintas' Farewell. The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b59c3d55fa7d2af8c0171ba6e16e573e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="800" height="500"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/e0e1bdfab21c3612446ebbdf9136d44b.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.32; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30386/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30386</a> Subtitle or, The examination, tryal, condemnation, and execution, of Edward Coleman Esquire. Who was convicted of high treason, the 27th. day of November, at the King-Bench-Barr at VVest-minster, for plotting against the life of his most sacred Majesty, and for endeavouring to subvert the government, and the true Protestant religion establisht: he received sentence the 28th. day of November 1678. to be drawne hang'd, and quartered, and was executed at Tyburn the 3d. Of December: with his last speech and confession, made by him at the place of execution. To the tune of, Captain Digby, or, Packington's 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 plotter executed: Audio recording drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7b33d1e1b3165213c15e8bcd7d53517e.jpg f2408d907104b2bf6a7d2d7a5aef81c2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. The Young-Mans Legacy Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics WHile I in brief shall make appear, what sins are chiefest in this land, Who can forbear to shed a tear, when they these Lines shall understand Covetousness we see each day, to many other sins does lead, And when we shall to that give way, sad murthers does from thence proceed For money what will many do, to Satans service they'l engage, And will their hands in blood imbrue; O! is this not a sinful age. Tho' many for the same does stretch, yet some will eagerly run on, And does not fear to make a breach, in all the Laws of God and Man. Alas, we find the case is clear, offenders will no conscience make, Although their lives do pay full dear, yet they will not their sins forsake. And now in brief I will proceed, to tell what grieves my heart full sore, The like of this sad bloody deed, was hardly ever heard before. There was an honest Servant-Maid, that lived in the town of Lyn: Who of her life was soon betray'd, By Murther that notorious sin. It was the Mistriss and her Son, who prov'd this Maidens overthrow, There was no Creature, no not one, when they their Cruelty did show. To death they did this Damsel bring, she did their cruelty behold, What tempted them to do this thing, these very Lines shall here unfold. While she did in this place abide, a Servant with humility: A Friend or a Relation dy'd, who left to her a Legacy. This to her service then she brought, where wickedness was too too rife, For this they her destruction wrought, and suddenly they sought her life. One morning when she riss betimes, to do her work, and thought no ill, O! then they did commit this crime, her Guiltless blood they then did spill. They first agreed to knock her down, then presently her wicked Son, He drove a spike into her head, to finish what they had begun. When they had her destruction wrought. O! then the Son that wicked Elf, Did hang her that it might be thought to all, that she had hang'd her self. But Murther Heaven does forbid, the Blood does still for vengeance cry, Likewise we know it can't be hid, from our great Gods all-seeing Eye. She by their Cruelty did fall, alas! we may her grief condole, They did not give her time to call to God, to pitty her poor Soul. They to the Bar was brought at last, by this sad wicked Race they run, And there by Law they both were cast, first dy'd the Mother, then her Son. The fruits of Murther here we see, would make a Christians heart to bleed O that it may a warning be, to all that e're these lines shall read. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1685-1688 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A maidservant comes into a legacy; out of greed she is murdered by her mistress and her son, who drive a spike into her head and then try to make it look like she hanged herself. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lyn Tune Data The Young-Mans Legacy is not in The British Broadsie Ballad and its Music (Simpson 1966). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/7b33d1e1b3165213c15e8bcd7d53517e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.168; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20785/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20785</a> Subtitle Being, a Relation of a Horrid Murther, commited upon a Maid Servant, in the Town of Lyn; by her Mistriss and her Son, for the Lucre of what she had: But they being apprehended for the same, was accordingly found Guilty, and was also Executed. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The sad effects of Covetousness. Female hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/aa69613b100a7b52c8d1e5b419901eb4.jpg 4bb69ecd8d97350d77065a26aadbee30 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Let Oliver now be forgotten Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Old Tony he led you to Ruin, to kick against Power and State, But now it has prov'd your undoing, for all he'd a Politick Pate: For now you may see they look sowre, The Law has invincible Power, And I do hope will all Traytors devour, Now 'tis in vain for to babble and prate. O Armstrong, you see your Condition, you find what your Plotting hath done, Your Pride and your haughty ambition, did force you from England to run: For the old course you were taken, Loyal Allegience forsaken, It doth appear such Laws you were making, But now it will fill you with horror and fear. Sure Armstrong was highly besotted, to act in so horrid a thing, For treacherously you have Plotted, against a most Soveraign King: And when you heard the Narration, Of the Kings Proclamation, The Sea you crost, forsaking the Nation, But now all your hopes is drowned at last. For hatching and Plotting of Treason, O Armstrong you entred your hand, Contrary to Law, Right, or Reason, against the great King of the Land: Every Wheel was in motion, They did it in point of Devotion, At last for fear you crossed the Ocean, And now a fine halter doth fall to your share. You aim'd at the very Foundation, our gracious good King and the Heir, The strength and the stay of the Nation, but now you are catcht in the Snare: For Armstrong you dy'd a Traytor, Gray will be found little better, When he comes here early or later, And Ferguson too [??] come in for a share. These were the Blades of Sedition, maintainers of Tony's Old Cause, That rail'd against Lawful Succession, to tread down our National Laws: Yea both the Prince and his power, Dayly they sought to devour, They would have sent Loyal hearts to the Tower Without all dispute this was their intent. Those Villains then in the conclusion, had they but obtained their will, The Land would have been in Confusion, and innocent Blood for to spill: Then let us pray for the King and respect him The Heavens I hope will direct him, With all his Train ever protect him, And send him a long and prosperous Reign. But Armstrong was never so daunted, no, ne'r since he first drew his breath. O then he with Horror was haunted, when he receiv'd Sentence of Death: He fain would have have [sic] come to a Tryal, But yet there was a denial, O Armstrong, you had better been Loyal, Then to be found to be one of the Crew. But let him have what he deserved, and give to each Traytor his due, Let Charles our good King be preserved, from all the implacable Crew: Let Drums and Trumpets sound it, Hang up each treach'rous Round-head, So let them swing, thus be confounded, While we that are Loyal cry, God save the King. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. [London] : Printed for I. Deacon at the Angel in Guilt spur-Street without Newgate 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 Let Oliver now be forgotten is also known as How Unhappy is Phillis in Love, and first appeared in 1681 (Simpson 1966, pp. 320-22). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/aa69613b100a7b52c8d1e5b419901eb4.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Houghton Library, EB75 P4128C no. 319; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/34455/image" target="_blank">EBBA 34455</a> Subtitle or, Treason miraculously discover'd Being a full and true account of one Sir Thomas Armstrong, who with other rebels, had conspired the death of our soveraign Lord the King, and subverting the government: and though he fled beyond the seas for refuge, yet there the hand of justice found him out; and was brought back to England, where he received the due sentence of death, which was accordingly executed on the 20th. of this instant June, 1684. To the tune of, Let Oliver now be forgotten. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 traytors last farewell: drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7cbda5be9c29cd247194ced36b13342f.jpg d3c8a56a81f8b3615ba00cb1330c9aaa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Dainty come thou to me Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith , a poore penitent prisoner in the Jayle of Bedford, which he wrote a short time before his death. To the tune of, Dainty come thou to me. I Am a Prisoner poore, Opprest with misery: O Lord doe thou restore that faith which wants in me. In woe I waile and weepe, In griping griefe I cry, In dungeon darke and deepe, In fetters fast I lye, Sighing I sit and moane, My foule offences all, My loathsome life is knowne, which makes me live in thrall. Ned Smith I am, the wight In prison that remaines, Tormented day and night, with bands and iron chaines. My joyes are turn'd to nought, My hopes are worne away, My wickednesse hath wrought my downe-fall and decay. Those gifts that God gave me, My wants for to supply, Abused much I have, To please my fantasie, My [n]ame I did denie, In B[ap]ti[s]me given me, That Sacrament whereby Regenerate I should be. No wit nor strength may serve The Law to satisfie: For death I doe deserve, In right and equity. For I offended have Nobles of high degree, What favour can I crave For life or liberty? But hope of life is past, My acts so hainous be: And liberty is lost, Till death doe set me free. All men both old and young Which are at liberty, And heare my dolefull song, Example take by me. Be true, and trust in God, Fly theft, and vice eschew, Lest Gods most heavy rod Correct your deeds untrue. Would I had ne'er bin borne To doe such wicked deeds, Which makes me live in scorne And shame that sore exceeds. But that which passed is, I cannot now recall: My sinnes and my amisse, O Lord forgive them all. Woe worth ill company, Fie on that filthy crue: Accurst the day may be That ever I them knew. If life and death were set Before me for to chose, Though I might pardon get, My life first would I lose, Then runne that wicked race, And doe as I have done, Sweet Jesus give me grace, That life so lewd to shun. Fare well my loving wife, Who sought to turne my minde, And make me mend my life, Thy words full true I finde. Farewell my children all, My tender Babes adue: Let this your Fathers fall, Be warning good for you. Deare wife, and Infants three, Serve God, remember this, That you true subjects be, Though I have done amisse. Farewell my Musick sweet, And Cittron silver sound, Mourning for me is meet, My sinnes doe so abound. O Lord, on bended knees, And hands lift up on hie, Cast on me gracious eyes, With grace my wants supply. Lay not unto my charge, The things that I have done, Though I have runne at large, And plaid the unthrift sonne. Yet now I doe repent, And humbly come to thee, My sinnes I doe lament, Sweet Jesus comfort me. O Lord I doe lament, And onely joy in thee, To praise thee day and night, For thou redeemedst me. Lord save our royall King Whose prisoner poore am I, Prolong his dayes on earth, With fame and victory. Against his Majesty, I have offended sore, Committing Felony, And now I die therefore, A dolefull death, God knowes, Which once I did defie: Thus must I end my woes Which I take patiently. By thee O Saviour sweet, In heaven I hope to rest, In joy where I shall meet, Those soules whom thou hast blest, Where we shall sing thy praise, O God, with voyces high, When I shall end my dayes, And live eternally. Printed at London for C.W. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1624 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, for C.W. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. felony, but not clear Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Tune Data Dainty come thou to me is often linked with Phillida Flouts me and first appeared in 1600. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/7cbda5be9c29cd247194ced36b13342f.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.59 (see also Roxburghe 1.367, EBBA 30248); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20038/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20038</a> Subtitle a poore penitent prisoner in the Jayle of Bedford, which he wrote a short time before his death. To the tune of, Dainty come thou to me. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 wofull lamentation of Edward Smith, felony Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a462c0aa4ce5a929d307515e3cfdae80.jpg a5e1594c5d4035d51e05d309ed9e6591 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 LOvers, I beg lend an Ear to this Story, See an Example in this constant Pair; How Love a Virgin did blast in her Glory, Beautiful Nancy of Yarmouth, we hear. She was a Merchants charming Daughter, Heiress to fifteen hundred a Year. A young Man courted her to be his Jewel, Son to a Gentleman who lived near. Many Years he courted this Jewel; When Infants in Love they both agreed; And when to Age this Couple arrived, Cupid an Arrow between them displayd. Their tender Hearts were linked together; But when her Parents the same did hear, They to their charming beautiful Daughter Acted a Part most base and severe. Bidding her give over her Intentions, For if against their Consent she did wed, Forevermore they resolvd to disown her, If she wed one that was so meanly bred. Her Mother said, You are a great Fortune, Besides, you are young and handsome; You are a Match, dear Child, that is fitting For ever a Lord in Christendom. Then made answer this handsome Daughter, Riches and Honour I do defy; If Im deprivd of my dearest Lover, Then farewel World, it is all Vanity. Jemmys the Man whom I do admire, He is the Riches whom I adore; To be a Great one I never desire, My Heart is fixed to have no more. Then said her father, Tis my Resolution, Altho I have no more Daughters than thee, If that with him you resolve to marry, Banishd for evermore thou shalt be. For the young Man he sent in a Passion, And said, For evermore now take thy leave, [I] have a Match more fit for my Daughter, Therefore it is in vain thus for to strive. Honoured Father, thus said the Maiden, Promisd we are by the Powers above; Then of all Pleasures do not bereave me, Our Love is fixed never to remove. Then, said her Father, a Trip to the Ocean You shall go in a Ship of my own; And I consent you shall have my Daughter, When to fair Yarmouth you do return. Honoured Sir, then said the Lovers, Since tis your Will, we must obey; Our constant Hearts shall never be parted, But our Desires no longer must stay. Than Nancy said, dearest Jemmy, Here take this Ring the Pledge of my Vows, With it my Heart keep safe in your Bosom, And bear it with you wherever you go. Then close in his Arms he did enfold her, While Tears did d[own l]ike Fountains flow Saying in return [?]y [I]ll give you, you shall be p[re]sent [w]herever [?] [g]o When on the Ocean I am a sailing The Thoughts of you the Compass will steer, Till tedious Absence the Time will devour And bring me safe to the Arms of my Dear. Therefore be constant my dearest Jewel, For, by the Heavens, if thou art untrue, My Ghost shall haunt you for ever: Dead or Alive I must have none but you. Her Arms then round his Neck she twined, Saying, when thou art on the Sea, If the Fates unto us should prove cruel, That we each other no more should see, No one alive shall ever enjoy me. When the Tydings of thy Death I hear, Then like a sad distracted Lover, Down to the Grave I will go with my Dear. Then with a dismal Sigh he departed, The Wind it blew a pleasant Gale; All being ready, the famd Mary Galley For the Island of Barbados did sail. Many Lords of high Birth and Breeding Came a Courting to this bright Maid: But their Presents and Favours she slighted, Constant Ill be to my Jemmy, she said. Now for a Time lets leave this Maiden, And shew how Things with her Lover did go. In fair Barbados the Ship was laden: But now observe his sad Overthrow. Jemmy was handsome in each Feature, A Barbados Lady, whose Fortune was great, Fixd her Eyes on him, saying, If I have not This handsome Sailor, I die for his sake. She dressed herself in rich Attire, With rich Jewels she plaited her Hair; An Hundred Slaves for to attend her. She sent for the young Sailor there. Come noble Sailor, now can you love me? A Lady whose Honour and Riches are great, An hundred Slaves there are to attend thee, with Musick to lull thee to thy silent Sleep. In Robes of Gold then I will deck thee, Pearls and rich Jewels Ill lay at thy Feet; In a Charriot of Gold you shall ride with Pleasure if you can love me answer me strait. Amazd with Wonder, awhile he gazed, forbear, sweet Lady, then he cryd; For in old England Ive vowd to a Lady at my Return to make her my Bride. She is a charming beautiful Creature and has my Heart, I can have no more; I bear in Mind her beauteous Features, no other Creature but her I adore. Hearing this, she ravd in Distraction, crying, unfortunate Maid thus to love One that doth slight me and my Glory, and of my Person does not approve. Lords of Renown I have slighted now must I die for a Sailor bold. I must not blame him for being so constant, true Love is better than Silver and Gold. A curious Jewel then she gave him, within her Hand she held a Knife; One fatal Stroke ere they could stop her, did put an End to her tender Life. Great Lamentation was made for the Lady, Jemmy on board the Ship did steer, And then to England he was a sailing with great Desire to meet his Dear. But her Father found he was coming, a Letter he writ to the Boatswain his Friend; Saying a handsome Reward I will give you if you the Life of young Jemmy will end. Quite void of Grace, and for sake of Money, the Boatswain did the same compleat; As they on the Deck were a walking, he tumbled him into the Deep. All in the Night when he was sleeping, his Ghost unto his Love did appear; Crying, arise, sweet beautiful Susan. perform the Vow you made to your Dear. You are my own, so tarry no longer, Seven long Years for thee I did stay: Jove does wait to crown us with Pleasure, the Bride Guests are ready, so come away, Cries she, whos there under my Window? surely it is the Voice of my Dear; Lifting her Head from the downy Pillow, strait to the Casement she did repair. O Jemmy, she said, if my Father hears it, we shall be ruind both I fear; At the Sea-side there I will meet you, and with my Maids I will meet you there. Her Gown was embroiderd with Gold, carelesly round her Body she threw; And with both her Maids to attend her to meet het Love she did instantly go. Close in his Arms then he enfolds her, Jemmy, says she, you are colder than Clay, You are not the Man whom I admire, paler than Death you appear to me. Yes, fair Creature, I am your Lover, dead or alive you know you are mine; I came for your Vow, and you must follow, my Body unto the silent Grave. I for your Sake refusd Gold and Silver, Riches and Jewels I did despise; A charming Lady did for me expire, thinking of thee I was deaf to her Cries. Your cruel Parents have been my Undoing. ansl now I sleep in a watry Tomb; Now for your Promise Dear I am suing, dead or alive you are my own. The trembling Lady was much affrighted, amazd she stood at the brink of the Sea, And with Eyes up-lifted said cruel Parents, you have been the Cause of my Misery. Certain it is I promisd thee sweet Jewel, dead or alive for to be thy own; Now to perform my Vows I am ready, to follow thee to the watery Tomb. The Maidens heard her Lamentation, but the Apparition could not see; Thinking their Lady was in Distraction, strove to persuade her contented to be. But she cried dearest Im coming, and in thy Arms I soon shall be, When she had spoke the unfortunate Lady plunged herself quite into the Sea. But when her Father heard of the same, he said, O! what have I done? My dearest Child, it was a cruel Father that provided thee a watery Tomb. Two or three Days being expired, these two unfortunate Lovers were seen In each others Arms in the Waves floating, by the Ships Side in the watery Main. The cruel Boatswain struck with Horror, then did confess the Fact he had done, Shewing the Letter he had from her Father, which was the Cause of these Lovers Doom. On board of Ship he was tryd for Murder, at the Yard-Arm he was hangd for the same Her Father broke his Heart for his Daughter. before the Ship to the Harbour came. Thus cursed, Gold caused Distraction. why should the Rich thus covet Gain. I hope this Story will be a Warning, that cruel Parents may not do the same. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1728-1731 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Two young lovers, Nancy and Jemmy, from Yarmouth, are not allowed to wed by her rich parents who seek a more fitting match. The father sends Jemmy on a ship to the Americas where a rich lady falls in love with him. When he spurns her because of his love for Nancy she kills herself. During his return to England, Nancy's father bribes the boatswain to murder him by drowning. His ghost appears to Nancy and asks her to join her in a watery grave; she agrees. The boatswain confesses to his part in the murder of Jemmy, and is hanged at the Yard-Arm. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed and Sold at the Printing-Office in Bow-Church-Yard, 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 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Yard-Arm (Yarmouth?) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a462c0aa4ce5a929d307515e3cfdae80.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.558-559; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31259/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31259</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The YARMOUTH Tragedy; OR, The CONSTANT LOVERS. hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ea72ee6d7e40932e323fce957a890370.jpg 82b5875e11c301a56275a2fc502c4fa1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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">Packington's Pound</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics LEt all Loyal Subjects look well to their Hits, For Popish Contrivers are out of their Wits; They seek to destroy our Religion and King, And all the three Nations to ruine to bring: But God in his mercy, doth cross their Designs, And all their Conspiracies still Countermines. Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope, You see at the last you may swing in a rope. Here's Ireland, Pickering, and Grove to make three, Who have been all Brothers in iniquity; Are now come to answer for all their foul Crimes, Which they have been plotting this juncture of times. Their hidden designs they are all come to light, And now to the World they must bid a Good-night. Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope, You see at the last you may swing in a rope. This present December, the seventeenth day, These three grand contrivers were brought all away; Vnto the Old-Baily, where Iustice remain'd. [...] Such Evidence plainly against them appear'd, As made them despair of all hopes to be clear'd. Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope, You see at the last you may swing in a rope. 'Twas prov'd they conspired to Murder our King, And Popery into the Land for to bring; To alter the Laws, and to make themselves great, And to our Religion, to give the Defeat: All this was attested by Evidence clear, Which unto the Iury most plain did appear; Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope, You see at the last you may swing in a rope. For which horrid Crimes they were guilty brought in, And then to give Sentence the Iudge did begin, that they should return to the place whence they came, A place of great Note, which is Newgate by name; From thence unto Tiburn be drawn on a Sled; First hang'd, & then Quartered before they were dead: Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope, [...] The second Part, To the same Tune. This Sentence of Horror upon them did fall, Who would have brought ruine and woe to us all, And now to prepare for their end they retire, Who were so inclined to Blood and to Fire: Some more of their Gang are put off for a time, Who likewise concerned are, in the same Crime: Then Plotter who Act for old Nick and the Pope, You see at the last you may swing in a rope. But now came the Day for to finish their Doom, Where with a strong Guard they to Tiburn did come; With hearts full of sorrow, though laden with guilt, For that the foundation was fallen which they built: As for their Confessions but little they said, Their Crimes to their consciences closely were laid: Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope You see at the last you may swing in a rope. Not all the Popes Masses these Traytors could save, Nor Irelands Bull, that could Iustice out-brave; Nor Grove, his Evasions avail'd not a whit, For now unto Fate they are forc'd to submit: They that did expect to see other men fall, Are now by their King-leaders brought into thrall; Then plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope You see at the last you may swing in a rope. And thus our grand Foes, that for mischief do watch, will all by degrees, come shake hands with Jack Ketch Have patience, and time will bring all unto light, That they are contriving, though dark as the night: They strive but in vain against God that's on high, Beholding their Plots with an All-seeing eye: Then plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope You see at the last you may swing in a rope. Then let all Romes Agents despair for to see, Our Nation submit unto their Tyranny; Their Priests and their Iesuits may pack away, For here they will find it too hot for to stay: God bless our good King, and his Counsel preserve, That from true Religion they never may serve, And let those who Act for old Nick and the pope, At last come to Tiburn and swing in a rope. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1678 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. 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 Packington's Pound is often cited as Digby's Farewell,Packingtons Pound or Amintas' Farewell. The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ea72ee6d7e40932e323fce957a890370.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford, <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/sheet/1025" target="_blank">Wood E 25(99)</a> Subtitle Or, The TRAITORS Downfal. Being a full Account of the Conviction, and Condemnation of Ireland, Pickering, and Grove; Who were Tryed at the Sessions-House in the Old-Baily, upon the 17th. of December, 1678. And found Guilty of Contriveing the Death of our Soveraign Lord the King, and for Subverting the Protestant Religion, and the Government of the Three Nations; for which they received Sentence to be Drawn, Hang'd, and Quartered: And Two of them, viz. Ireland and Grove, were accordingly Executed at Tiburn the 24th. of January following; As a warning for all Trai|tors, to take Example by their fall. To the Tune of, Digby's Farewel. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Treason Rewarded at TIBURN: drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f4d5c79a9099b3b7c9549a298c5c6fe9.jpg 9b7754c80fa1ed85c93f6fe780539528 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 [...]y strange I shall relate, [...] like before was rarely known, [...]est in the Book of Fate, [...] of late by Fate been done: [...] cruel Wretch that wed, [...] to him most kind and true, [...] he did frequent her Bed, [...]er evil ways he knew. [...] wicked woman he, [...]npted to a Second wife, [...] the Law can never be, [...] the first, retaining life. When to make way to such a deed, he was resolv'd his wife should dye, Offering to those that would proceed, in such a Monstrous villany. Five pounds, but none so wicked were, to undertake the hellish act, Which made himself not to forbear, to do the bloody Hellish fact: When under a pretence of Love, he sent for the poor wretch whose fate, Soon did to her destruction prove, how deep she was in his curst hate. She lovingly misdoubting not, what was decreed against her life, Nor in the least did doubt the plot, but like a good obedient wife, Came to the man whom she loved most, who seem'd as kind as heretofore, Took her a Lodging, and did boast, he would each day increase loves store. She well believes and is content, to yield to him in every thing, Not thinking that her death was meant, and that a Bee, so kind would sting. One morning towards Hamstead she, Together with her Husband went, Who was by Hells confedracy, on her most sad destruction bent. When near to Hamstead they were come, and he espied the coast was clear, He with a Pistol sign'd her doom, and left her dead as did appear: For which being try'd and doom'd to dye he greatly did bewail his Fate, And beg that God would now pass by, the dreadful Crime he thought but late Did sore repent, wishing all men, by his Just fall would warning take And not to rush on sins that when, committed brought their lives to slake: And life not only, but that part, the soul Immortal unless he, Who dy'd for man did grace impart, out of abundant Clemency. Desiring all to pray for him, That Christ would pardon his [sin] And that he who did once redeem [...] the Thief. would now extend a[...] His Holy arms, and purge the Gu[ilt] of blood most Innocent and Jus[t] Which wicked he most vilely spe[ilt...] in violating so his trust. Praying again that all would take example by his end and be, More loving and never forsake, her whom his bosome friend mu[st be...] But lovingly still still accord, in peace and kindness Unity, And daily strive to fear the Lord['s...] This said, he unto God commend[s] His spirit though polute with sin Hoping he might at his blest hand[s] Receive a pardon and ye[t] win His favour to his wretched Soul, then was he turned off to grim [Death...] In chains to hang without Contr[ol...] when he had lost his latest breath. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1686 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Man shoots wife Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Wright, I. Clarke, W. Thackeray/ and T. Passinger 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 Tune Data Troy Town, is also known as Queen Dido (Simpson 1966, pp. 587-590). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f4d5c79a9099b3b7c9549a298c5c6fe9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 3.358v; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/21374/image" target="_blank">EBBA 21374</a> Subtitle OR, [...] d and Lamentable Relation of the Condemnation, [...], and Excecution, of John Gower Coach-Maker, who was this 23d day of May, [...] executed for Murthering his Wife, by shooting her with a Pistol. Together with [...] er of his Behaviour and Penitent Expiration. Murther doth seldom scape, Hell cannot hide, The Wretch from Fate, Whose hands in Blood is dy'd. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Warning to Murtherers: English hanging in chains Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/36a21786266a037c565a658cbca95e0a.jpg bfe279fd5287bb5b1a04377a31d17323 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170">Russell's Farewell</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics BEhold these sorrows now this day, you that are standers by, All former joys are fleed away, now I am brought to die: My heart is fill'd with fear and dread, for here is no relief, Since I a sinful life have led, I nothing see but Grief. I spent my days with roaring boys, and little thought of death, But where are all those fading joys, now I must loose my breath: Now they are clearly fleed from me, and there is no relief, Alas! alas! I nothing see, but bitter clouds of Grief. Alas! the follies of my youth comes fresh into my mind; Had I been guided by the truth, then had I left behind A better name then now I shall, alas! here's no relief; I by the hand of justice fall, and nothing see but Grief. Bold Francis Winter is my name, who seem'd to bear the sway, But now, alas! in open shame I do appear this day: My former joys have taken flight, for here is no relief; Grim Death appears this day in sight, which fills my soul with Grief. I must acknowledge this is true, that when in arms we rose, I was the captain of that crew which did the sheriff oppose: 'Tis said a man was slain by me, therefore here's no relief, For I must executed be, and nothing see but Grief. Whether I kill'd the man or no, I cannot justly [say] But since in arms we [ ] we seem'd to disobey The city's lawful magistrate; therefore here's no relief. And I must here submit to fate, I nothing see but Grief. It was against the wholesome laws of this my native land, To rise in arms, and be the cause of that rebellious band, Who broke through law and justice too, of which I was the chief, For which I bid the world adieu; I nothing see but Grief. Let my misfortunes teach the rest obedience to the laws; Let them not magistrates molest, for that has been the cause Of shedding blood, for which I die, I being there the chief; The very minute's drawing night, I nothing see but Grief. I ofrentimes have wish'd, in vain, that I had not been there; Nay, were it to be done again, I shou'd that deed forbear, And not myself with such inthral, tho' then I was the chief; But what is past, I can't recal, I nothing see but Grief. The thousands that are standing by, alas! you little know My inward grief and misery, and what I undergo: O let me have your prayers this day, my sorrows here condole: I now have nothing more to say, but, Lord receive my soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?id=t16930426-45&div=t16930426-45&terms=francis_winter#highlight" target="_blank">The Proceedings of the Old Bailey: London's Central Criminal Court, 1674 to 1913</a> Francis Winter, otherwise called Captain Winter, who lived lately in White-Fryars , was arraigned and tried upon an Indictment of Murther, for killing one John Chandlor , with a Leaden Bullet shot out of a Blunderbus, value 10s. giving him a mortal Wound upon the Calf of his Right Leg, of the breadth of one Inch, and of the depth of three Inches; upon the 4th of July 1691, of which Wound so given by the said Francis Winter, he the said Chandlor died the 7th day of the same Month, in the Ward of St. Andrews Wardrobe ; the matter of Fact was after this manner; there being a Riot and a Mutiny raised in White-Fryars , by reason the Gentlemen of the Inner-Temple were offended at a Passage that leads from the Fryars into the Temple Walks, so would stop it up, which White-Fryars men opposing, the Gentlemen sent to acquaint the High Sheriffs of London (viz.) Sir Francis Child , and Sir Edward Clarke , who came by vertue of their Authority to appease the Rout; but they would not be persuaded to peace, but made a hot Resistance; and there were gathered together to the number of about fourscore, the Prisoner being at the head of them, as their Captain and Leader, presenting a Blunderbus against the Sheriffs Officers, shooting it against them; and the deceased Chandlor being unfortunately in the Croud to assist the High-Sheriffs, he was shot by the said Winter into the Calf of his Leg, as aforesaid; and he declared before his Wife, and others who were his Friends, that it was Captain Winter that shot him, for he knew him very well, and described him by his Garb, he having on a White Wastcoat, and a Cap button'd up on one side, in which Equipage the said Winter was in at the same time; all was very clearly and particularly proved against the Captain: And he had very little to urge in his own defence, only denied that he shot the said Chandlor, and that others shot beside him; but then the Court directed the Jury, as to point of Law in the matter; telling them, That where any Lawful Authority shall be opposed by any Riot, or Riotous Assembly, this implied Malice in Law, in the Persons so offending, and they were all equally guilty; and consequently, if the Prisoner did not shoot Chandlor, yet he was guilty of Murther, because he did abet, promote, stir up, and maintain such a Rebellious and Unlawful Assembly; So the Jury having well considered of their Verdict, they brought the Prisoner in guilty of Murther. Tim Hitchcock, Robert Shoemaker, Clive Emsley, Sharon Howard and Jamie McLaughlin, et al., The Old Bailey Proceedings Online, 1674-1913 (www.oldbaileyonline.org, version 7.0, 15 January 2019). Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Angel in Guiltspur-street. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Whitefriars Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/36a21786266a037c565a658cbca95e0a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.188; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20803/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20803</a> Subtitle OR, THE White-Fryers Captain's Confession and Lamentation, Just before his Execution at the Gate of White-Fryers, on the 17th of this instant May, 1693. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Francis Winter's last Farewel: English Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/47216cd1041ff160903c509e573c18e9.jpg 3061b13cb608119b65a26c0051389ff9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. No Ignoramus Juries now Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALL you that standeth near me, Pray listen now, and hear me, Tho's false I Swore, I ne'r will more, My Friends, you need not fear me. No daring, nor baring With any false declaring: The Pillory's my destiny, [For my unlawful Swearing.] Good Fortune now refuse me, If I think they abuse me; I did confess, cou'd I do less? My Conscience did accuse me. No daring, nor baring With any false declaring; The Pillory's my destiny, [For my unlawful Swearing.] I'de have you now believe me, There's something still does grieve [me] I need not tell, you know full well, My Touch-Stone did deceive me: No daring, nor bearing With any false declaring; The Pillory's my Destiny, For my unlawful Swearing. When Lords lay in the Tower, Then to my utmost power, The Loyali'st men; I swore agen, That I might them devour: No daring, etc. Of this I now am weary, For why I can't be merry, The Thoughts of Hill, torments me still, And so does Green and Berry, No daring, etc. My peace I have confounded, And am in grief surrounded, Their Blood I spilt, and now with guilt My Conscience I have wounded: No daring, etc. This being discontented, I bitterly lamented, That hanious crime, but in due time, In heart I have repented: No daring, etc. I send my mournful ditty, Through e'ry Town and City, Let me not fail, but now prevail, To gain the Nations pitty: No daring, etc. My Conscience waxing tender, My self I did surrender, And did not spare for to declare, I was a foul offender, no daring, etc. I'le be no ill retainer, For why I am no gainer, From Perjury I will live free, And e'ry Misdemeanour: No daring, nor bearing With any false declaring; The Pillory's my destiny, for my unlawful Swearing. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1686 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Prance" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Miles Prance (fl. 1678) was an English Roman Catholic who was caught up in and perjured himself during the Popish Plot and the anti-Catholicism of London during the reign of Charles II. He was born on the Isle of Ely, the son of a Roman Catholic, and he rose quickly from humble origins as an apprentice goldsmith to servant-in-ordinary to Catherine of Braganza, Charles II's queen. He was married and with a family, living in Covent Garden at the time of his arrest. Sir Edmund Berry Godfrey died in October of 1678. Godfrey had been militating against Jesuits around the time of the Popish Plot. Prance was known to be Roman Catholic and suspicion fell upon him for the death, which appeared to be suicide. William Bedloe, later a Popish Plot accuser, investigated Prance and interrogated one John Wren, Prance's lodger who owed rent. Wren stated that Prance had been out of the house on the night of the murder. Prance was arrested and confined to Newgate Prison. In prison, Prance confessed and then recanted. He then confessed to a different version and recanted that. Finally, after being visited by William Boys, Gilbert Burnet, and William Lloyd, he confessed and said that two Irish priests, a "Fitz-gerald" and a "Kelly", told him of a plot to kill Godfrey. He said that Henry Berry, Robert Green, Thomas Godden and Godden's servant, Lawrence Hill, followed and strangled Godfrey while Prance kept watch. They then hid Godfrey's body in the palace and waited before placing it in a ditch and running it through with Godfrey's own sword, to look like the discrediting death by suicide. Berry, Green, and Hill were arrested, and Godden fled to Europe. Prance perjured himself in the trial, and all three men were executed. He then split the reward for finding the killers with Bedloe. Bedloe and Titus Oates used Prance to inform on several Roman Catholics during the Popish Plot. He offered evidence against Harcourt and Fenwick, two Jesuit priests, in June of 1679 and received a £50 pension from the King in January of 1680. He also helped Oates attack Roger L'Estrange and wrote pamphlets defending himself against charges of multiple contradictions. After the breaking of the Plot, he assumed a lower public profile. However, when James II came to the throne, Prance was tried. He was found guilty of perjury in 1686 and was fined £100, ordered to stand in the pillory, and to be whipped. Catherine interceded on his behalf to prevent the last of these punishments, arguing that he had returned to the Roman Catholic faith and was repentant. He said that only fear for his life had compelled him to lie and inform and that his mistreatment in prison had coerced his testimony. In 1688, he tried to flee to France. He was captured, questioned before the House of Lords, and then permitted to leave England. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in / Guilt-Spur-Street. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. pillory Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. perjury Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Tune Data Recording is Lay By Your Pleading Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/47216cd1041ff160903c509e573c18e9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.236; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20850/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20850</a> Subtitle OR, MILES PRANCE His Sorrowful Lamentation for his foul Offences. In heart I grieve, you may believe, was it to do again; I'd ne'r agree, to Perjury, nor any such like thing. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Perjury Punish'd with equal Justice; English Male perjury pillory https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/87c65a607b4e730cec7bbfa2796bea54.jpg 2ac24613c9f2c91ff9cef4f2ab6d8241 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOu disobedient Children mark my fall, And by my timeless end take warning all, Against my own dear Father have I done, A deed the like did never graceless Son. In blooming years I was intic'd to sin, E're I perceiv'd what danger lay therein: And so from day to day, until this hour, To leave the same, as yet I have no power. My Mother dead, my Father cockered me, As men will do when Motherless we be: And nothing for me then he thought too dear, Which brought me thus into a graceless fear. And when as I to elder years did grow, By wicked courses got I timely woe; Each vain delight belonging to Young-men, Deceived me, and wrought my ruine then. The deadly sins that are in number seaven, without more grace have lost my joys in heaven: From first to last of these most cursed crimes, Have made me now a wonder of these times. For wanting means to nourish my delight, I went the wrong, and left the ways of right; Which to maintain, my Father growing poor, Forgetting God, I daily rob'd for more. Three times he sav'd me from the Gallow-tree, Three times he cast himself in debt for me: Three times he set me up in good estate, In hope to keep me from untimely fate. By me the Proverb is fulfilled here, Who saves a Thief from Gallow, finds it dear For saving me, I sought his dear life's woe, My gentle Fathers timeless overthrow. For wanting means still to relieve my need, Put me in mind to do a woful deed: And seek his blood, the high-way unto sin, Who wanting grace, I soon grew perfect in. My Father's Brother of good living known, Being dead, as next of Kin they were mine own [On]e which I wrought with these accursed hands To be the heir of all my Uncles Lands. With mind prepar'd for Murder thus I went, Unto the Field where he did much frequent, where meeting him, with mine own fathers knife Which I had stoln, I took away his life. And laid it down all bloody by his side, That all might see my Uncle therewith dy'd: And challeng'd it my Fathers knife to be, When people came the Murdered Corps to see. O homicide! O cursed viprous brood, Like Cain, to seek my fathers dearest blood; My own dear father being thus betray'd, I his own child the evidence was made. So judg'd to death for that he never did, The Lord in mercy did the same forbid: For as he was to Execution led, A World of torments in my bosom bred. To see him stand upon the Gallow-tree, From which before poor man he saved me: I could not chuse but tell what I had done, And so confess my self a wicked son. The Confession and Repentance of George Saunders, Gentleman late of Sugh, in the County of Hertford, who killed his own Uncle, and accused his own Father for the Mur- der, but by Gods providence being discovered, dyed for the same whereas he wrote this Song with his own hand. GOds judgements now are rightly seen said I, Dear Father I have slain him, let me dye, O let me dye and set my Father free, Or else like Judas damned shall I be. Whereat the people in that very place, They praised God that gave me so much grace, To quit my Father from that crying sin, Which I with blood-red streams am drowned in. My Father sav'd and I to Prison sent, Where I remain'd with many a sad lament, Which when you see, you cannot chuse but say, Repentance comes before my Dying day. His Repentance in Prison, To the same Tune. MOngst Lyons fell in Daniels den am I, In lowest Prison cast with Jeremy: [F]ed with Elias by the Ravens fell, And plac'd with Judas in the Maw of Hell Naked with Esau fearful do I walk, Dumb with old Zahary silent do I talk, Afflictions bread with Micha is my food, And with the Prophet drink I sorrows flood. As poor as Job, even now so poor am I, Despis'd with Lazarus in great misery, Banished with David from my native land, Cast up with Jonas on the Nenivites sand. Made blind with Toby, by the Swallows dung, And with poor Joseph cast in Prison strong, I weep with Mary who had lost her Master, And run with Peter who should run the faster. I sinned have, for sin God curst the ground, I sinned have, for sin the world was drown'd, I sinned have, sin Sodom set on fire, Also for sin did AEgypt fell Gods ire, I sinned have, for sin did Adam dye, I sinned have, sin caused David, cry, I sinned have, and for sin Satan fell From an high Angel, to a Devil in Hell. Did David weep, and shall not I then cry, Did Mary weep, and shall mine eyes be dry? Did Esau weep, and shall not I weep more, Did Peter weep, such tears let me have store. Did Mary weep, for loss of master dear, Did Marthe weep, with sorrow touch her near. Spring Eyes with tears to wash his sacred feet, That for my sin did shed his blood so sweet. Lark like I flye into the living spring, Desiring pardon of my Heavenly King, Past worldly hope, now like the Thief on tree, I onely fix my faith and hope in thee, Look back on me, as thou did'st unto Peter, Speak to my soul, as to the theif most sweeter, O spye me out with Zache on the tree, And with sweet Bartholomew call me lord to thee. O let me now with holy Abraham spy, A saving Ram that Isaac may not dye: O let me live for to sound forth thy praise, That I may shew thy mercy in my days. Make me a swallow in thy house, O King, That Swallow like I may sit there and sing, O let me in thy Temple keep a door, That I may praise thy name for evermore, Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1686 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Son kills uncle for his inheritance and allows father to take the blame until he sees him at the gallows, and then confesses to the crime. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. C. W. T. and T. P. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Sugh, Hertford Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/87c65a607b4e730cec7bbfa2796bea54.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.196-197 (cf. Roxburghe 3.28, EBBA 32059; Euing 1.320, EBBA 31969); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20811/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20811</a> Subtitle Or, The Merciful Father, and the merciless Son. To the Tune of, Fortune my Foe. The Confession and Repentance of George Saunders, Gentleman late of Sugh, in the County of Hertford, who killed his own Uncle, and accused his own Father for the Murder, but by Gods providence being discovered, dyed for the same whereas he wrote this Song with his own hand. His Repentance in Prison, To the same Tune. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Save a thief from the Gallows, and he'l Hang thee if he can, English hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/211c180a5d66e252c8cfe010da0e1457.jpg 7fc5b0379f436bd957e9002a28f227e2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170">Russell's Farewell</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics G Od prosper long the Just and Good, our lives and safetys all, A woful Frollick once there did in Alisbury befall. All in the Land of Buckingham a set of Robbers dwell, As they that on the Forrest-sides of Whittledown can tell. For neither Sheep, nor Cows, nor Colts, nor Deer, nor Pigs, nor Fowl, Can e're escape their filtching hands, but some of all are stole. Nay, Butchers that to Market go, with honest minds, to sell Their Goods, cannot with safety thence return Home where they dwell. For Rogues, all night, the narrow Lanes beset, and block the Gates, And when Men stop to open them, they strike them in their Pates. Knock'd down a Butcher fell from Horse, all stun'd in dirt and gore, And then they rob'd his pockets clear of what he had in Store. Some bloody Rogues (full bad as these) took worser things in hand, To Kill and Murther all they Robb'd, although they yield to stand. With such was fill'd the Alisbury Goal, this Sizes Ninety Three, A Knot of such Notorious Rogues you well can never see. A Nd that their number might be full of Rogues of every size, A Pick-pocket in face of Court, of a Juror made a prize. With him seven more were then condemn'd, all Rogues as bad as he, To take their leaves of all the World upon the Gallows Tree. But mark my friends what now I say, and hark to this sad Ditty, These Villains after Sentence past, had on themselves no pitty. For, being sent from Bar to Goal, some fell to Drink and Swear, When one would think that at that time, they should have fell to Prayer. But they who serve the Devil long in vile and wicked ways, To Goalers and the Hang-man too are great and certain Preys. And when they're under locks and keys, and chains and fetters sure, Them to repent the Devil stops, for that he can't endure. But puts them off to rant and drink, damn and curse, and swagger, To play at Cards and Dices too and all things that are badder. And when they mony want, they sell their lives and bodys too, A Story like was never read in Books both old and new. For when that Summers in the Goal, there could not sell his Soul, For none would bid him mony for't, it was so black and foul. He then stood up and put to Sale his body all alive, For to be had, when it was hang'd, for shillings three and five. A Surgeon then to encrease his skill, in bodies to Disect, In Goal did come and there did buy his body all compleat. The price he paid were Shillings eight, for more it was not worth, Unless it better prov'd when that to Hanging it came forth. No sooner was the money paid, and put in Summers hands, But straight he drank it out in wine, until he could not stand. O fye on such that thus purpose their souls and bodys too! Who first live bad and then dye worse, when they bid all adieu. Such souls must to the Devil go, but bodies not to grave, Who sell their bodys, that for wine some money they may have. May all bad people warning take, from this ungodly wretch, For lost their soul and bodes are, if they like him shall stretch. And now the Saying is fullfill'd, which in most mouths is rife, He sold himself, and spent it all before he lost his life. Tho' Heraclitus Ridens is unknown, and hardly seen with eyes, Yet wise men say, it must be he that laughs until he crys. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1694 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad While in jail, a highway robber sells his body to a surgeon for dissection after his execution, and then spends the money on wine. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Alisbury, Buckinghamshire Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/211c180a5d66e252c8cfe010da0e1457.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.198; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20812/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20812</a> Subtitle Shewing, How he was Condemned (this last Lent Assizes, 1693 / 4. at Alisbury) for a Highway-Man. And how he sold his body, in Goal, for eight shillings to a Surgeon, to be made an Anatomy of after it was hang'd, and how he drank the money all out in Wine before he went to be Executed. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Summers his Frolick. 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I have not long to stay, I must for Death prepare; A most notorious Wretch, I many years have been, For which I now at length must stretch, a just Reward for Sin: No Tongue, nor Pen can tell what Sorrows I conceive; Your Golden Farmer's last Farewell, unto the World I leave I having run my Race, I now at last do see, That in much shame and sad disgrace, my Life will ended be: I took Delight to rob, and rifle rich and poor, But now at last, my Friend Old Mob, I ne'er shall see thee more: No Tongue nor Pen can tell; what Sorrows I conceive; Your Golden Farmer's last Farewell, unto the World I leave. A Gang of Robbers then myself did entertain; Notorious hardy Highway-men. who did like Ruffians reign: We'd rob, we'd laugh, and joke, and revel night and day; But now the knot of us is broke, 'tis I that leads the way: No Tongue nor Pen can tell what Sorrows I conceive, Your Golden Farmer's last Farewell unto the World I leave. We Houses did beset, and robb'd them night and day, Making all Fish that came to Net, for still we cleared the way; Five Hundred Pounds and more, in Money, Gold, and Plate, From the right Owner we have bore, but now my wretched State, No Tongue nor Pen can tell, etc. We always gagg'd and bound most of the Family, That we might search untill we found their hidden Treasury; Which if we could not find, a Pistol cock'd streightway, Presented at their Breast, to make them shew us where it lay: No Tongue nor Pen can tell, etc. The Bloud which I have spilt, now on my Conscience lies, The heavy dreadfull thought of Guilt my Senses do's surprize; The thoughts of Death I fear, although a just Reward, As knowing that I must appear, before the living Lord, No Tongue nor Pen can tell, etc. I solemnly declare, who am to Justice brought, All kind of wicked Sins that are, I eagerly have wrought; No Villains are more rife, than those which I have bred; And thus a most perfidious Life I in this world have led: No Tongue nor Pen can tell, etc. Long have I liv'd you see, by this unlawful Trade, And at the length am brought to be a just Example made: Good God my Sins forgive, whose Laws I did offend, For here I may no longer live, my Life is at an end: No Tongue nor Pen can tell what Sorrows I conceive; Your Golden Farmer's last Farewell, unto the World I leave. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1690 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. 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, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Fleet Street Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From David Nash Ford's <a href="http://www.berkshirehistory.com/bios/wdavies.html" target="_blank">Royal Berkshire History</a> William Davies (1627-1690) Born: 1627 in Wrexham, Denbighshire Highwayman Died: 22nd December 1690 at Westminster, Middlesex William Davies was a famous highwayman, known as the 'Golden Farmer,' from his habitually paying with gold coin to avoid identification of his plunder. It is said he often left his victims keep their jewels and other valuables. He was born at Wrexham in Denbighshire in 1627, but removed in early life to Sudbury in Gloucestershire, where he married the daughter of a wealthy innkeeper and had, by her, eighteen children. He moved his family to Bagshot on the Surrey-Berkshire border where he became a successful farmer until the last month of his life, but used this trade as a mere cloak. For he had early taken to the road and robbed persons returning from cattle fairs or travelling to pay rent, mainly on Bagshot Heath but also as far afield as Salisbury Plain. He was dexterous in gaining information and his character was above suspicion. Initially operating alone, Davies became a master of disguise and, at one time, robbed his own landlord of the annual rent money just collected from him. He later became the captain and leader of a large gang, among whom was Thomas Sympson, alias 'Old Mobb,' born at Romsey in Hampshire, who robbed for forty-five years with no other companion than the 'Golden Farmer.' Davies robbed the Duchess of Albemarle in her coach on Salisbury Plain, after a single-handed victory over her postilion, coachman and two footmen. He took three diamond rings and a gold watch, besides reproaching her for painting her face and being niggardly. Between Gloucester and Worcester, he robbed Sir Thomas Day of £60, after enticing him into a declaration that the county would make good any money lost on the highway if "betwixt sun and sun". Davies had begun this career as an experiment, after the King's death in 1649, when twenty-two years old. He gained something of a Robin-Hood reputation over the years, with some of his haul finding its way under the doors of local poor families. However, his wife never had any suspicion of his illegal activities and, in all the ordinary relations of life, he was eminently respectable. His charming manners enabled him to secure the fidelity of accomplices and attract the confidence of his victims. The ‘Golden Farmer’ retired from his profession for a few years, but was tempted back to the highway, in hope of making up a large sum for the purchase of land adjacent to his property. He had fallen out of practice and was recognised. Soon afterwards, he was discovered in Salisbury Court in Fleet Street (Westminster) which was, at that time, a kind of sanctuary. He had a narrow escape and shot a pursuing butcher. Being apprehended, he was committed to Newgate Prison, tried for the murder at the Old Bailey Sessions of 11th-17th December 1690 and his previous crimes became known. He was condemned to be hanged at the end of Salisbury Court (instead of Tyburn, as usual), where he had shot the butcher. He died on 22nd December 1690, in the sixty-fourth year of his age, and was afterwards hung in chains on Bagshot Heath. Some say this was adjoining the old pub in Easthampstead that he used to frequent, now the site of a modern replacement known as the ‘Golden Farmer’. He had left affectionate messages for 'Old Mobb,' who was suspected of having betrayed him. Mobb was hanged at Tyburn on Friday 30th May 1691. According to George Daniel of Canonbury, the 'Golden Farmer' had been a corn-chandler in Thames Street, selling by day and despoiling the farmers at night. The contemporary ballad, his 'Last Farewell,' admits his close connection with 'a gang of robbers, notorious hardy highwaymen who did like ruffians reign;' also with housebreakers and burglars, clearing £500. one time, in money and plate. Edited from Leslie Stephen's 'Dictionary of National Biography' (1888) Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad William Davies aka 'The Golden Farmer', a notorious highwayman is finally executed after 45 years of robbery, and is hanged in chains on Bagshot Heath, where he had committed many of his crimes. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/c3a90345ba6a3a3a9902b54797147bb8.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/11c8bbc3c93bb75e565c5484e18bd2cf.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.187; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20802/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20802</a> Subtitle who was arraigned and found Guilty of wilfull Murther, and likewise many notorious Robberies; for which he received a due Sentance of Death, and was accordingly Executed on the 22d. of December, 1690 in Fleetstreet. To the Tune of The Rich Merchant-man. Licensed according to Order. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Golden Farmer's Last Fareweel Audio recording English hanging Male murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/17febd39cb88decdc4d6b98641a3a2b6.jpg 07b10abfacc79581ec453cb4912c5d02 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ecb5f3c1d723433a613af56a272a69e2.jpg 12ec1ada42465363429527258a21ce7b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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's Lamentation - Pamphlet Image Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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">Russell's farewell</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O Most unhappy men we are, this sad and dismal day, Wrapt us in sorrow, grief, and care, alas, what shall we say? The dying hearts within us bleed, for mercy, Lord, we cry, Tho' for a most unchristian deed, we are condemn'd to dye . Pale death this morning we behold, with hearts as cold as stone; Why did we covet cursed gold, which never was our own? It has our sad destruction wrought, and for this villany, Alas, we are to justice brought, in open shame to dye. My name is Jewster , I confess, that first the plot did lay, Yet did I not the least express, they shou'd her life betray; But Butler enter'd first the room, to act that villany: And now we both receive our doom, in open shame we dye . I to my shame have done amiss, be'ng a relation near; Of such a horrid crime at this, the worst shall seldom hear; That I with ruffins should combine to act that villany, For which I must my breath resine, in open shame we dye . First Satan tempted us to steal; we did contract that guilt, And that we might the same conceal, her aged blood we spilt; Thus we from sin to sin did go, in highth of villany, And this has wrought our overthrow, in open shame we dye . Alas, let me do what I can, declare the truth I must, I Butler was the very man, that stopt her breath at first; By violence I seiz'd her throat, oh horrid villany; My soul on seas of grief does float, as being brought to dye . Her lodger we did then surprise with the same violence, Stopping her mouth with rags likewise, depriving her of sence; Yet she her reason soon obtain'd the truth to testifie, When at the bar we was arrain'd and eke condemn'd to dye . One being dead, the other bound, we rifl'd then the store, For strait in ready cash we found, nine hundred pounds and more; We fill'd our pockets with the same, this done, we strait did fly, Yet we was took and brought to shame, being condemn'd to dye . Since in the blood of innocent our hands we did imbrew; Altho' in heart we do lament, this death is but our due; Let others a fair warning take, by this our distany, Who must in shame the world forsake, as being brought to dye . Good Lord, in pity us behold, thy love we do implore, For tho' our sins are manifold, thy mercies Lord are more; Tho' we on earth thy laws did break, yet as this life we leave, O save us for thy mercies sake, our sinful souls receive. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1694 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street . Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Spitalfields Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/17febd39cb88decdc4d6b98641a3a2b6.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.179; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20796/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20796</a> Subtitle BEING An Account of John Jewster and William Butler, who where arraign'd and found guilty of the Robbery and Murther of Mrs. Jane Le-grand; for which they received due Sentence of Death, and was accordingly Executed on the 19th day of this Instant July, in Spittle-fields. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Murtherers Lamentation: English Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fed8acb706ae473f0b45b3bbef140b48.jpg 4ba728e166bbbe3ef5a78821c2546b1c https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/33132ea7218557d53d619f67fe44fac3.jpg 6e4126b4934d9f94e61dbeeaa75427e7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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">Russell's Farewell</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GOod People all I pray attend, and listen now to me, A sad Relation here I send of Biss in Shaftsbury: A noted Highway-man he was who on the Road did ride, And at the length it came to pass, he was condenm'd and dy'd. When he was to his Tryal brought, and at the Bar did stand, He for no kind of favour sought, but there held up his Hand, Declaring to the antient Judge, who was to try him then, He should not bear him any grudge, he wan't the worst of Men. He said, The Scriptures I fulfill'd, though I this Life did lead, For when the Naked I beheld, I clothed them with speed; Sometimes in Cloth and Winter-frize, sometimes in Russet-gray; The Poor I fed, the Rich likewise I empty sent away. What say you now my honour'd Lord, what harm was there in this? Rich wealthy Misers was abhorr'd by brave free-hearted Biss. I never robb'd nor wrong'd the Poor, as well it doth appear; Be pleas'd to favour me therefore, and be not too severe. Upon the Road a Man I met, was posting to a Jayl, Because he could not pay his Debt, nor give sufficient Bayl: A kind and loving Friend he found, that very day of me, Who paid the Miser forty Pound, and set the Prisoner free. Tho' he had got the Guinneys bright, and put them in his Purse, I followed him that very night, I could not leave him thus; Mounting my prancing Steed again, I crost a point of land, Meeting the Miser in a lane, where soon I bid him stand: You borrow'd forty Pounds, you know, of me this very day, I cannot trust, before you go, I must have present pay: With that I seiz'd & search'd him round, and rifl'd all his store, Where straight I got my forty Pound, with twenty Guinneys more. The Judge he made him this reply, Your Joaks are all in vain, By Law you are condemn'd to Dye, you will no Pardon gain, Therefore, Repent, repent with speed, for what is gone and past, Tho' you the Poor did clothe and feed, you suffer must at last. That word was like a fatal sword, it pierc'd him to the heart; The Lord for Mercy he implor'd, as knowing he must part With all his Friends and Pleasures too, to be as I have said, At Salsbury to People's view, a sad Example made. His melting Eyes did over-flow with penitential Tears, To see his dismal Overthrow, just in his strenght of Years. O kind and loving Friends, he cry'd, take warning now by me, Who must the pains of Death abide, this day in Salsbury. In grief and sorrow now I pass out of the World this day, The latter minute's in the glass, therefore good People pray, That as this painful Life I leave, the Lord may pity take, And in his arms my Soul receive, even for his Mercies sake. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1695 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON: / Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-ball, / in Pye corner, near West-smithfield. 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. Salisbury Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/fed8acb706ae473f0b45b3bbef140b48.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.195; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20810/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20810</a> Subtitle OR, The Last Farewel of Mr. Biss, Who was Born at Shaftsbury, in Wiltshire, and was arrain'd and found guilty, and accordingly received Sentence of Death, and was Executed at Salisbury, on the 12th of March, 1695. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Penitent Highway-man: English highway robbery Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9d3a734bc1b84b2775f8b3e429bfc868.jpg 6c703c25bf37172e5abc809cd0a4fab3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170">Russell's Farewell</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics THis is a black and gloomy Day, dark Clouds of Grief appear; And all my Joys are fled away, my Soul is wrack'd with Fear: Death with a gastful Countenance, does make me sore afraid, For now I see I soon shall be a just Example made. Alas my kind and loving Wife, whom I sometimes enjoy'd, In cruel sort her dearest Life, my guilty Hands destroy'd: Which Deed has brought me into thrall, the World may me degrade: I am this day before you all a sad Example made. A guilty Conscience now does fly here in this Face of mine; Her Blood does for loud Vengeance cry to God enthron'd on high: Therefore this World I bid adieu, since I her Life betray'd, I am this Day in open view, a just Example made. When I had done this bloody Deed, I was with Grief opprest; My very Heart began to bleed, I could not be at rest, But was tormented still in mind, since I her Life betray'd, And I shall be this day, I find a sad Example made. My lawful Wife, and bosome Friend, whom I had cause to love, I brought to an untimely end: my Crime is far above The greatest Villain in the Land: her Life I have betray'd; For which I shall be out of hand, a just Example made. It is my trying Sins I know, and likewise want of Grace, Which proves my fatal Overthrow, and brought me to this place: My Conscience being stain'd with guilt, to dye I am afraid; I shall be for the Blood I spilt, a just Example made. I did destroy, as well as she, the Infant in her Womb, If God should be severe with me, Eternal Death's my Doom, But gracious Lord be not severe, as I have often pray'd; Let this suffice that I am here a just example made. Who leads a discontented Life, take Warning by my Ill, And live in love like Man and Wife, curbing your Passions still; For fear it proves your Overthrow, as I have often said: In sorrow from this World I go, a just example made. O that my dear beloved Mate, I could recall again; But that Repentance comes too late, my Tears are all in vain: She now lies sleeping in the Dust, whose Life I have betray'd; For which by justice now I must be an example made. This very day the World I leave, therefore some pity take, Good Lord! and here my Soul receive even for thy Mercies sake; And cleanse me from the guilt of Sin for which I oft have pray'd; Let it suffice that I have been a just example made. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1690 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Bissel, at the Hospital Gate in West=smithfield. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9d3a734bc1b84b2775f8b3e429bfc868.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.194; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20809/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20809</a> Subtitle OR, The Unfortunate Wife: Giving a True Account of one WILLIAM TERRY of Derbyshire, within Two Miles of Ashbourn, who murder'd his Wife Jane: For which he receiv'd due Sentance of Death, according to the Cruelty of his Crime. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bloody=minded Husband; English Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/dcc96f154638154d242452c4403fc2c1.jpg c61d61963180b3c2ad9cca9b584e0910 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. The little Fishes in the Deep, knows no such Liberty Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics DELL 's Mistris dear, with Carret hair, her Love his Wisdom drown'd; But he was Hanged at Tyburn strong, caused sorrows to abound. My sorrow is great for his sad fate, for loss of my dear Friend; I wish I had him by my side, sorrows would have an end. Be gone, be gone, fond thoughts be gone, and give your sorrows o're; My Friend that I expected down will never come no more. Which makes my heart within me burn, to think how I am down; For once I was belov'd I thought, by the Wisest of the Town. My Neighbours make a scoff at me, and Laugh at my own Door; Because he's Hang'd that was my Friend, and will never come no more. If my dear Friend was here again, that stands in Chirargions Hall, My Neighbours durst not scoff at me, for he'd a plagu'd them all. He plagu'd poor men to maintain me, and thus he led his Life, And all was for the Love of she, that is the Taylors Wife. He put his Father Ball to Nurse, to Deans that was his Friend: But for the Riches that he had, he come by his sad end. Dell Murthered his Father dear, his Brother, and his Wife: For since they come to Edger Town, 'twas I that caus'd the strife. His Company was as sweet to me, as Roses are in June , I thought he was the wisest Man, that was in Edger Town. The Spirit of his Murthered Wife, appears to each Man's sight, No comfort in the World she had, as he did lead his Life This Song is made of Dell my friend, that Kill'd his Brother Ball , And I which am the Taylors wife, I was the cause of all. Since that I can't Revenged be, of those that seek my fall, I wish I were with my dear Friend, that stands in Surgeons Hall. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1674-1679 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events After half an hour or so, the now lifeless bodies were cut down and claimed by friends and relatives or sent for dissection at Surgeons' Hall. Fights often broke out between the rival parties over possession of the bodies. (Prior to the Murder Act of 1752, surgeons were allowed 10 bodies per year, after that they got the bodies of all murderers as well). Wealthier criminals provided coffins for themselves, the poorer ones often could not afford these. It was not unusual for their friends and relatives to sell the bodies to dissectionists. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London , Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. W[right ] and J. Clarke. 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 Recording is When Love With Unconfined Wings (Simpson 1966, pp. 761-62) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/dcc96f154638154d242452c4403fc2c1.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 3.333; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/21348/image" target="_blank">EBBA 21348</a> Subtitle To a New Tune, called; The little Fishes in the Deep, knows no such Liberty. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Dell's Mistris For the Loss of her Gallant. English hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d81897b4f751d0cc92ab569f3ef42e4f.jpg 1a08b44ae258094211b1ac8b1c4d6913 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Fond Boy Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics N Ow, now loving People be pleas'd to draw near, For a dismal Relation at large you shall hear, How the innocent Blood of a Damsel was shed, A Youth mortally wounded, the Murtherers fled; Yet at length being seiz'd, they to Justice was brought, At a time when all danger was past, as they thought. The manner how they did this Murther commit, And the time they escap'd, to the World I have writ, That it may be a warning to others this day, Therefore listen a while to this Ditty I pray, In the Town of fair Slatburn a Widow did dwell, Who had an [?] only Daughter she loved right well. She had but that Daughter, not any Child more; Now for her she had gather'd up Riches great store, In broad pieces of Gold, nay, and Silver likewise; Now the Thieves being told of this wonderful Prize, They were never at rest, but did constantly wait For a fit oppertunity, early and late. While these cruel Ruffins in close ambush lay, Like the Fox, or fierce Lyon that wait for their Prey; The good Woman went forth, leaving no one within But a Youth and her Daughter; the Thieves did begin For to enter the House, and was desperate too, And a sad bloody Slaughter did straightways ensue. The poor frighted Damsel did trembling stand, One of them did come to her with Pistol in hand, And discharged the same through the midst of her head, Blood and brains both did follow, she fell down for dead; Yet they pinn'd he likewise with a Sword to the ground, And the Youth that was with her receiv'd his death's wound. Now while the young Damsel lay bath'd in her blood, Which did flow from her Veins like a deluge or flood; Oh! these murderous Thieves they were pleas'd to make bold With the best of Apparel, nay, Silver and Gold, For they rifl'd the House to replenish their store, And was never discover'd for two Years and more. This was to the Mother a dreadful surprize, For to see the young Youth and her Daughter likewise, In that bloody condition, both wreaking in gore, Then she bitterly screak'd when she enter'd the door, For her Daughter she found with the Sword in her side, I am ruin'd, I'm ruin'd, her Mother she cry'd. A young Man that had been in league with his Maid, For the space of two Years he did lay by his Trade, Ever searching for them, and by Fortune at last They were taken and try'd, their head Ring-leader cast, A ruff Villain, bold Henry Grigson by name, He confessed the Murther, and dy'd for the same. At length being brought to the place of his Death, Where he was to surrender and yield up his breath, He besought all the People that stood round him there, For to joyn with him then in the Duty of Prayer, That the Lord would be pleased his Sins to forgive, So his Soul may in Heaven eternally live. Then mounting the Ladder he bitterly wept, Fare you well the bad Company which I have kept, You have ruined me, for my Life's at an end; Loving Father of Heaven on thee I depend, For thy Mercies are many I needs must confess; Let my Sins be forgiven tho' I did transgress. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1685 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed for I Blare, on London-bridge. 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. York Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/d81897b4f751d0cc92ab569f3ef42e4f.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.182; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20798/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20798</a> Subtitle GIVING An Account of a Barbarous Murther Committed on the Bodies of a young Man and Maid, by Thieves, who made their escape, and was not found in two Years after; and then being apprehended, they were Arraigned, and their Ring-leader found Guilty; for which he received the due Sentence of Death, and was accordingly Executed at York late Sizes. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 York-shire Tragedy: English hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/17f921c8806b86a2659518f34df304f4.jpg e4ccdde8a3a4248b6ef0f7dbab987f94 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1173">The Rich Merchant Man</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALL youths of fair England, that dwell both far and neer, Regard my story that I tell, and to my song give ear: A London Lad I was, a Merchants Prentice bound, My name George Barnwel who did spend my master many a pound. Take heed of Harlots then, and their inticing trains, For by that means I have been brought, to hang alive in chains. As I upon a day was walking through the street, About my masters business, I did a wanton meet: A dainty gallant Dame, and sumptuous in attire, With smiling looks she greeted me and did my name require. Which when I had declard, she gave me then a kiss, And said, if I would come to her, I should have more then this. In faith my boy, quoth she, such news I can thee tell, As shall rejoyce thy very heart, then come where I do dwell. Fair Mistris, then said I, if I the place may know, This evening I will be with you, for I abroad must go, To gather money in, that is my masters due, And ere that I do home return, ile come and visit you. Good Barnwel then, quoth she, do thou to Shoreditch come, And ask for Mrs. Milwood there, next door unto the Gun. And trust me on my truth, if thou keep troth with me, For thy friends sake, as my own heart, thou shalt right welcome be. Thus parted we in peace, and home I passed right, Then went abroad and gathered in by five a clock at night: A hundred pound and one, with bag under mine arm, I went to Mrs. Milwoods house and thought on little harm: And knocking at the door, straightway her self came down, Ruffling in most brave attire, her Hoods and silken gown: Who through her beauty bright, so gloriously did shine, That she amazd my dazling eyes, she seemed so divine. She took me by the hand, and with a modest grace, Welcome sweet Barnwel than, quod she, unto this homely place: Welcome ten th[o]usand times, more welcome then my brother, And better welcome I protest, then any one or other: And seeing I have thee found as good as thy word to be, A homely supper er thou part, thou shalt here take with me. O pardon me, quoth I, fair Mistris I you pray, For why out of my Masters house, so long I dare not stay. Alas, good sir, she said. art thou so strictly tyd, You may not with your dearest friend one hour or two abide? Fath then the case is hard if it be so, quoth she, I would I were a Prentice bound to live in house with thee. Therefore my sweetest George, list well what I do say, And do not blame a woman much, her fancy to bewray: Let not affections force be counted lewd desire, Nor think it not immodesty, I would thy love require. With that she turnd aside, and with a blushing red, A mournful motion she bewrayd, by holding down her head. A Handkerchief she had, all wrought with silk and gold, which she to stop her trickling tears against her eyes did hold. This thing unto my sight, was wondrous rare and strange; & in my mind and inward thoughts it wrought a sudden change: That I so hardy was, to take her by the hand, Saying, sweet Mistris, why do you so sad and heavy stand? Call me not Mistris now, but Sara thy true friend, Thy servant Sara honouring thee, until her life doth end. If thou wouldst here alledge thou art in years a Boy, So was Adonis, yet was he, fair Venus love and joy. Thus I that ner before, of Woman found such grace, And seeing now so fair a Dame, give me a kind imbrace: I supt with her that night, with joys that did abound, And for the same paid presently, in Money twice three pound. A hundred Kisses then for my farewel she gave, Saying, sweet Barnwel, when shall I again thy company have? O stay not too long my dear, sweet George have me in mind, her words bewitcht my childishness she uttered them so kind, So that I made a vow, next Sunday without fail, With my sweet Sara once again, to tell some pleasant tale. When she heard me say I, the tears fell from her eyes, O George, quoth she, if thou dost fail thy Sara sure will dye: Though long, yet loe at last, the pointed time was come, That I must with my Sara meet, having a mighty sum Of money in my hand, unto her house went I. Whereas my love, upon her bed, in saddest sort did lye. What ails my hearts delight, my Sara dear, quoth he, Let not my love lament and grieve nor sighing pain and dye. But tell to me my dearest friend, what may thy woes amend, & thou shalt lack no means of help, though forty pounds I spend: With that she turnd her head, and sickly thus did say, O my sweet George my grief is great, ten pounds I have to pay, Unto a cruel wretch, and God he knows, quoth she, I have it not, tush, rise, quoth I, and take it here of me: Ten pounds, nor ten times ten, shall make my love decay, Then from his bag into her lap, he cast ten pounds straight way. All blith and pleasant then, to banqueting they go, She proffered him to lye with her, and said it should be so: And after that same time, I gave her store of Coyn, Yea, sometimes fifty pound at once, all which I did purloyn: And thus I did pass on, until my master then, Did call to have his reckoning in, cast up amongst his men. The which when as I heard, I knew not what to say, For well I knew that I was out, two hundred pound that day: Then from my master streight, I run in secret sort, And unto Sara Milwood then my state I did report: But how she usd this Youth, in this his extream need, The which did her necessity, so oft with money feed: The second part behold shall tell it forth at large; And shall a Strumpets willy ways with all her tricks discharge. The Second Part, to the same Tune. HEre comes young Barnwel unto, sweet Sara his delight, I am undone, except thou stand my faithful friend this night: Our Master to command accounts, hath just occasion found, And I am come behind the hand, almost two hundred pound: And therefore knowing not at all what answer for to make, And his displeasure to escape, my way to thee I take: Hoping in this extreamity thou wilt my succour be, That for a time I may remain in secret here with thee. with that she knit & bent her brows and looking all aquoy, Quoth she, what should I have to do with any Prentice-boy? And seeing you have purloynd and got your Masters goods away, The case is bad, and therefore here, I mean thou shalt not stay. why sweetheart thou knowst, I said, that all which I did get; I gave it, and did spend it all, upon thee every whit. Thou knowst I loved thee so well, thou couldst not ask the thing, But that I did incontinent the same unto thee bring. Quod she, thou art a paultry Jack, to charge me in this sort, Being a Woman of credit good, and known of good report; And therefore this I tell thee flat, be packing with good speed, I do defie thee from my heart, and scorn thy filthy deed. Is this the love & friendship which thou didst to me protest? Is this the great affection which you seemed to express? Now fie on all deceitful shews, the best is I may speed, To get a lodging any where, for money in my need: Therefore false woman now fare-well while twenty pound doth last My anchor in some other Haven I will with wisdom cast. When she perceived by his words that he had money store, That she had gauld him in such sort it grievd her heart full sore: Therefore to call him back again she did suppose it best, Stay George, quod she, thou art too quick why man I do but jest. thinkst thou for all my passed speech that I would let thee go? Faith no, quoth she, my love to thee I wis is more then so: you will not deal with prentice boys I heard you even now swear, Therefore I will not trouble you my George herk in thine ear, Thou shalt not go this night quod she what chance so er befall, But man wel have a bed for thee, or else the Devil take all. Thus I that was with Wiles be-witchd & snard with fancy still, Had not the power to put away, or to withstand her will. Then wine and wine I called in, and cheer upon good cheer, And nothing in the world I thought for Sarahs love too dear: Whilst I was in her company, in joy and merriment, And all too little I did think, that I upon her spent, A fig for care or careful thought when all my gold is gone, In faith my girl we will have more, whoever it light upon: My fathers rich, why then, quoth I should I want any gold? With a father indeed (quoth she) a Son may well be bold: I have a Sister richly wed, that ile rob ere ile want; Why then quod Sara they may well consider of your scant: nay more then this an Uncle I have at Ludlow he doth dwell, He is a Grasier, which in wealth, doth all the rest excell. Ere I will live in lack (quoth he) and have no coyn for thee, Ile rob the churl and murder him, why should you not (quoth she.) Ere I would want were I a man, or live in poor estate, On father, friends, and all my kin, I would my talents grate. For without mony, George, (quod she) a man is but a beast, And bringing money thou shalt be always my chiefest guest: For say thou shouldst pursued be with twenty hues and cries, And with a Warrant searched for with Argos hundred eyes: Yet in my house thou shalt be safe, such privy ways there be, That if they sought an 100 years, they could not find out thee. And so carousing in their cups, their pleasure to content, George Barnwel had in little space his money wholly spent. Which being done to Ludlow then, he did provide to go, To rob his wealthy Uncle then, his Minion would it so: and once or twice he thought to take his father by the way, but that he thought his Master there took order for his stay. Directly to his Uncle then, he rode with might and main, where with good welcome, and good cheer he did him entertain: A Sennets space he stayed there, until it chanced so, His Uncle with fat Cattel did unto a Market go. His Kinsman needs must ride with him and when he saw right plain Great store of Money he had took, in coming home again, Most suddenly within a Wood, he struck his Uncle down, And beat his brains out of his head, so sore he crackt his crown: And fourscore pound in ready coyn, out of his Purse he took, And comming unto London strait, the Country quite forsook. To Sara Milwood then he came, shewing his store of gold, And how he had his Uncle slain, to her he plainly told. Tush, tis no matter George, quod she so we the money have, To have good cheer in jolly sort, and deck us fine and brave. And thus they livd in filthy sort, till all his store was gone, And means to get them any more, I wis poor George had none. And therefore now in railing sort she thrust him out of door, Which is the just reward they get that spend upon a Whore. O do me not this vile disgrace, in this my need (quoth he) She calld him thief and murderer with all the spight might be. And to the Constable she went, to have him apprehended, And shewd in each degree how far, he had the law offended. When Barnwel saw her drift, to sea he got straightway, Where fear and dread, & conscience sting, upon him still doth stay. Unto the Mayor of London then, he did a Letter write, Wherein his own and Saras faults he did at large recite. Whereby she apprehended was, and then to Ludlow sent, Where she was judgd, condemnd & hangd for murder incontinent, and there this gallant quean did die this was her greatest gains, For murder in Polonia was Barnwel hangd in chains. Lo heres the end of wilful youth, that after Harlots haunt, Who in the spoyl of other men, about the streets do flaunt. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1674-1679 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events see also: (1780-1812) http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=Harding+B+1%2818%29&id=00019.gif&seq=1&size=0 and: http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=Firth+c.17%2872%29&id=18762.gif&seq=1&size=1 <a href="http://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/bbals_20.htm" target="_blank">Cf. The Unfaithful Servant: </a>17. For George Barnwell as black-letter ballad see Coles, F, Vere, T and Gilbertson, W in Bodleian Allegro archive as Wood 401(77); for other printings, same source, Aldermary Church Yard as Harding B 1(17), from c.Brown in London as Douce Ballads 3(40a), J. Evans in London (41 Long Lane), same source, as Harding B. 1(18) and Keys in Devonport, same source, as Firth b. 25(503). Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere J. Wright, and J. Clarke Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Ludlow and Polonia Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.26-27; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30382/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30382</a>; Also in <a href="http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=Douce+Ballads+3%2840a%29&id=15627.gif&seq=1&size=0" target="_blank">Bodleian</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/17f921c8806b86a2659518f34df304f4.jpg" frameborder="0" width="500" height="420"></iframe> Subtitle an Apprentice of London, who was undone by a Strumpet, who having thrice robbed his Master, and murdered his Uncle in Ludlow, was hanged in Chains in Polonia, and by the means of a Letter sent from his own hand to the Mayor of London, she was hang'd at Ludlow. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource An Excellent Ballad of George Barnwel, English Female hanging hanging in chains Male murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d134768fcc513ba4022e4dfe8f544ad4.jpg d5c9a3cdef0c6fc6dbaa895e3e968846 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GOOD Lord John is a hunting gone, Over the Hills and Dales so far, For to take Sir Hugh in the Grime. For stealing of the Bishops mare He derry derry down Hugh in the Grime was taken then, And Carried to Carlisle town; the merry Women came out amain, Saying the name of Grime shall never go down He derry derry dow O then a Jury of Women was brought, Of the best that could be found Eleven of them spoke all at once, Saying the name of Grime shall never go down he derry derry down And then a Jury of men was brought, More the pity for to be; Eleven of them spoke all at once, Saying Hugh in the Grime you are guilty etc Hugh in the Grime was Cast to be hangd, Many of his Friends did for him leet, For 15 foot in the Prisin he did Jump, With his hands tyed fast behind his back etc. then bespoke our good lady Ward, As she set on the Bench so high, A peck of white pennys ill give to my lord If hell grant Hugh Grime to me, he etc. And if it be not full enough, Ill stroke it up with my Silver Fan, And if it be not full enough, Ill heap it up with my own hand, etc. Hold your tongue now lady Ward, And of Your talkitive let it be there is never a Grime came in this Court That at thy biding shall saved be, then bespoke our good lady Moor, As she sat on the Bench so high A Yoke of Fat Oxen ill give to my lord If hell grant Hugh Grime to me, etc. Hold Your tongue now good lady Moor, and of Your talkitive let it be, there is never a Grime came to this Court, that at thy biding shall saved be, etc. Sir Hugh in the Grime lookd out of the door With his hand out of the Bar, there he spyd his Father dear tearing of his Golden Hair. he derry, etc Hold your Tongue good Father dear, And of your weeping let it be For if they hereave me of my life; they cannot bereave me of the Heavens so high Sir Hugh in the Grime lookd out at the door Oh! what a sorry heart had he There spyd his Mother dear, Weeping and wailing Oh! woe is me, etc. Hold Your tongue now Mother dear And of Your weeping let it be; For if they bereave me of my life, they cannot bereave me of Heavens Fee, etc. Ill leave my Sword to Johnny Armstrong That is made of Mettal so fine: That when he comes to the Border side; he may think of Hugh in the Grime. he derry etc Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1741-1762 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Sir Hugh in the Grime (Hughie Graeme or Graham) stole a mare from the Bishop of Carlisle, by way of retaliation for the Bishop's seduction of his wife. He was pursued by Lord Scroop, taken, and conveyed to Carlisle and hanged. Scott suggested that Hugh Graham may have been one of four hundred Borderers accused to the Bishop of Carlisle of various murders and thefts about 1548. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <a href="http://mysongbook.de/msb/songs/h/hughtheg.html" target="_blank">Henry's Songbook:</a> Hugh the Graeme <ul><li>(Trad) Our lords hae to the hunting gane A-hunting o' the fallow dear And they hae gripped Hughie Graham For stealing o' the bishop's mare Well lowse my right hand free, he said And put my brand intae the same He's ne'er in Carlisle toon the day Daur tell the tale tae Hughie Graham They've ta'en him tae the gallows hill And he looke`d up at the gallows tree Yet ne'er did colour leave his cheek Nor did he even blink his ee And ye may gie my brother James My sword that's bent in the middle clear And bid him come at twelve o'clock To see me pay the bishop's mare And ye may gie to my brother John My sword that's bent in the middle broon And bid him come at two o'clock To see his brother Hugh cut down And ye may tell my kith and kin I never did disgrace their blood And if they meet the bishop's cloak To mak' it shorter by the hood </li> </ul> [1880:] There are two editions of [this song], one of which was supplied by Burns to The Scots Musical Museum. It was obtained by Burns from oral tradition in Ayrshire, but the poet touched up some of the stanzas, and added the third and the eighth [nos. 2 and 3 above]. The other copy was obtained by Scott from his friend Laidlaw, and was published in the Minstrelsy. There is a ballad entitled The Life and Death of Sir Hugh of the Grime in D'Urfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy, which contains practically the same story. The story upon which the ballad is supposed to be founded is a traditional one, and is to the effect that Aldridge, the Bishop of Carlisle, about 1560 seduced the wife of Hugh Graham, one of the chiefs of the Border, and Graham, unable to bring the prelate to justice, made a raid, and with other spoil carried off a fine mare belonging to Aldridge. He was pursued by Sir John Scroope, captured and brought back to Carlisle, where he was hanged for felony. All attempts to save his life failed, and popular tradition attributes the stubbornness of the Bishop to his desire to get rid of the chief obstacle of his guilty passion. The Bishop was no favourite, and hence probably the animus against him in the ballad; for, as a rule, the old ballad mongers were not very hard upon lawless lovers. [In Burns' version,] Stirling, and not Carlisle, is made the scene of the execution [...]. It was for the Bishop's 'honour' that Hughie must die, the word honour perhaps suggesting that the Bishop's 'mare' had a meaning which may be easily conjectured. [The] ballad ends with the fierce dying words of Hughie Remember me to Maggy my wife The niest time ye gang o'er the moor Tell her she staw the Bishop's mare Tell her she was the Bishop's whore And ye may tell my kith and kin I never did disgrace their blood And when they meet the Bishop's cloak To mak' it shorter by the hood Tradition does not say whether these dying injunctions were fulfilled, but if they were not it may certainly be assumed that it was not out of want of disposition on the part of the Grahams to revenge the death of Hughie upon the Bishop. (Ord, Glasgow Weekly Herald, July 10) [1964:] We do not know if Hugh Graeme, the border raider, is a figure of history or fiction. Several versions of the ballad set the scene of his plundering activities in the neighbourhood of Carlisle, and we are reminded that in 1548, complaints were laid to the Lord Bishop of Carlisle against more than four hundred freebooters and outlaws, of whom Hugh may have been one. The present version places the action further north, in the neighbourhood of 'Strievelin toun' (Stirling), but as with the Border versions, the sympathies are all with the bad-man and all against the authorities. Hugh was perhaps unusually well-favoured in having the Earl of Home's wife to speak up for him, though her intervention was fruitless. The earliest printed form of the ballad appears - a little surprisingly, perhaps - in the compilation of mainly saucy songs known as Durfey's 'Pills to Purge Melancholy' (1720), but it was already quite an old song then. Once common, the ballad seems to have become very rare in tradition. Only one version is reported in the twentieth century, obtained by the diligent Scottish collector Gavin Greig from Mrs. Lyall of Skene, near Aberdeen. Mrs. Lyall's excellent Dorian tune is the one used here by Ewan MacColl. (Notes Ewan MacColl & A. L. Lloyd, 'English and Scottish Folk Ballads') - Susanne Kalweit and Henry Kochlin Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed and sold by L. How. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. poaching Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Carlisle Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/d134768fcc513ba4022e4dfe8f544ad4.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="800" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.456-457; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31128/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31129</a> Subtitle OR A New Song made on Sir Hugh in the Grime, who was Hang'd for stealing the Bishops Mare. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sir Hugh in the Grimes Downfall. English Male poaching https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/de5ede78388b4b523581775b7a583796.jpg 505c0537673c1981f8062f6237fe8cae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I AM a blade that hath no trade, Most people do adore me, And I can hector, swagger, and lie, And drive a town before me. I have a wife of wanton strife, She drives me to trapan, Sir, I nothing say, but hike my way, There goes the Swaggering Man, Sir. With my silk hose, and square toed shoes, I hector, swear, and swagger; And every coxcomb that I meet, I push him with my dagger. At cards and dice I am the man, I am the noted gamester; I love my health, and cock my felt, There goes the Swaggering Man, Sir. O then I go to the Royal Exchange, Where merchants they are walking; All this seems something odd to me, They idly are talking; But if a purse, or a gold watch, Come by the slight of hand, Sir, I nothing say, but hike my way, There goes the swaggering Man, Sir. From thence I to the tavern go, Where a waiter does attend me, I call for liquor of the best, The ladies do commend me. Behind the door there stands my score, The shot they do demand, Sir, I nothing say, but hike my way, There goes the Swaggering Man, Sir. From thence I go to Pater-noster-row, Where they deal in silk and sattin; I pay for one and hike off three, All this is no false latin; But if I am catchd, O then Im snatchd, And obliged to give an answer, Im guilty found, and must come down, From being a Swaggering Man, Sir. But now I have spent, all my means, Among those rakish fellows; And am at last condemnd and cast, To hang upon yon gallows: I sail to Tyburn in a cart, My body to advance, Sir, The ladies cry as I pass by, Dont hang the Swaggering Man, Sir. Language Language ballad is printed in English 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. Tyburn Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/de5ede78388b4b523581775b7a583796.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.484; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31180/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31180</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE Swaggering Man. English hanging Male robbery theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4d887be589eae30482b76523e1568a6a.jpg 6ea2636cd14cbec999269fa17026ffdd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my Foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics AY me, vile wretch, that ever I was borne, Making my selfe unto the world a scorne: And to my friends and kindred all a shame, Blotting their blood by my unhappy name. Unto a Gentleman of wealth and fame, (One Master Arden, he was calld by name) I wedded was with joy and great content, Living at Feversham in famous Kent. In love we livd, and great tranquility, Untill I came in Mosb[i]es company, Whose sugred tongue, good shape, and lovely looke, Soone won my heart, and Ardens love forsooke. And living thus in foule adultery, Bred in my husband cause of jealousie, And lest the world our actions should bewray, Wee did consent to take his life away. To London faire my Husband was to ride, But ere he went I poyson did provide, Got of a Painter which I promised That Mosbies sister Susan he should wed. Into his Broth I then did put the same, He likt it not when to the boord it came, Saying, Theres something in it is not so[un]d, At which inragd, I flung it on the ground. Yet ere he went, his man I did conjure, Ere they came home, to make his Master sure, And murder him, and for his faith and paine, Susan, and store of gold that he should gaine. Yet I misdoubting Michaels constancy, Knowing a Neighbour that was dwelling by, Which, to my husband bore no great good will, Sought to incense him his deare blood to spill. His name was Greene; O Master Green (quoth I) My husband to you hath done injury, For which I sorry am with all my heart, And how he wrongeth me I will impart. He keepes abroad most wicked company, With whores and queanes, and bad society; When he comes home, he beats me sides and head, That I doe wish that one of us were dead. And now to London he is rid to roare, I would that I might never see him more: Greene then incenst, did vow to be my friend, And of his life he soone would make an end. O Master Greene, said I, the dangers great, You must be circumspect to doe this feat; To act the deed your selfe there is no need, But hire some villaines, they will doe the deed. Ten pounds Ile give them to attempt this thing, And twenty more when certaine newes they bring, That he is dead, besides Ile be your friend, In honest courtesie till life doth end. Greene vowd to doe it; then away he went, And met two Villaines, that did use in Kent To rob and murder upon Shooters hill, The one calld Shakebag, tother namd Black Will. Two such like Villaines Hell did never hatch, For twenty Angels they made up the match, And forty more when they had done the deed, Which made them sweare, theyd do it with al speed Then up to London presently they hye, Where Master Arden in Pauls Church they spy, And waiting for his comming forth that night, By a strange chance of him they then lost sight. For where these Villaines stood & made their stop A Prentice he was shutting up his shop, The window falling, light on Blacke-Wills head, And broke it soundly, that apace it bled. Where straight he made a brabble and a coyle, And my sweet Arden he past by the while; They missing him, another plot did lay, And meeting Michael, thus to him they say: Thou knowst that we must packe thy Master hence Therefore consent and further our pretence, At night when as your Master goes to bed, Leave ope the doores, he shall be murthered. And so he did, yet Arden could not sleepe, Strange dreames and visions in his senses creepe, He dreamt the doores were ope, & Villaines came, To murder him, and twas the very same. The second part. To the same tune. HE rose and shut the doore, his man he blames, which cunningly he strait this answer frames; I was so sleepy, that I did forget To locke the doores, I pray you pardon it. Next day these Ruffians met this man againe, Who the whole story to them did explaine, My master will in towne no longer stay, To morrow you may meete him on the way. Next day his businesse being finished, He did take horse, and homeward then he rid, And as he rid, it was his hap as then, To overtake Lord Cheiney and his men. With salutations they each other greet, I am full glad your Honour for to meet, Arden did say; then did the Lord reply, Sir, I am glad of your good company. And being that we homeward are to ride, I have a suite that must not be denide, That at my house youle sup, and lodge also, To Feversham this night you must not goe. Then Arden answered with this courteous speech, Your Honours pardon now I doe beseech, I made a vow, if God did give me life, To sup and lodge with Alice my loving wife. Well, said my Lord, your oath hath got the day, To morrow come and dine with me, I pray. Ile wait upon your Honour then (said he) And safe he went amongst this company. On Raymon-Downe, as they did passe this way, Black-will, and Shakebag they in ambush lay, But durst not touch him, cause of the great traine That my Lord had: thus were they crost againe. With horrid oathes these Ruffians gan to sweare, They stampe and curst, and tore their locks of haire Saying, some Angell surely him did keepe. Yet vowd to murther him ere they did sleepe. Now all this while my husband was away, Mosby and I did revell night and day; And Susan, which my waiting maiden was, My Loves owne sister, knew how all did passe. But when I saw my Arden was not dead, I welcomd him, but with a heavy head: To bed he went, and slept secure from harmes, But I did wish my Mosby in my armes. Yet ere he slept, he told me he must goe To dinner to my Lords, heed have it so; And that same night Blacke-will did send me word, What lucke bad fortune did to them offord. I sent him word, that he next day would dine At the Lord Cheinies, and would rise betime, And on the way their purpose might fulfill, Well, Ile reward you, when that you him kill. Next morne betimes, before the breake of day, To take him napping then they tooke their way; But such a mist and fog there did arise, They could not see although they had foure eyes. Thus Arden scapd these villaines where [?] And yet they heard his horse goe by that way, I thinke (said Will) some Spirit is his friend, Come life or death, I vow to see his end. Then to my house they strait did take their way, Telling me how they missed of their pray; Then presently, we did together gree, At night at home that he should murdered be. Mosby and I, and all, our plot thus lay, That he at Tables should with Arden play, Black-will, and Sakebag they themselves should hide Untill that Mosby he a watchword cride. The word was this whereon we did agree, Now (Master Arden) I have taken ye: Woe to that word, and woe unto us all, Which bred confusion and our sudden fall. When he came home, most welcome him I made, And Judas like I kist whom I betraide, Mosby and he together went to play, For I on purpose did the tables lay. And as they plaid, the word was straightway spoke, Blacke-Will and Sakebag out the corner broke, And with a Towell backwards puld him downe, which made me think they now my joyes did crowne With swords and knives they stabd him to the heart Mosby and I did likewise act our part, And then his body straight we did convey Behind the Abbey in the field he lay. And then by Justice we were straight condemnd, Each of us came unto a shamelesse end, For God our secret dealings soone did spy, And brought to light our shamefull villany. Thus have you heard of Ardens tragedy, It rests to shew you how the rest did die: His wife at Canterbury she was burnt, And all her flesh and bones to ashes turnd. Mosby and his faire Sister, they were brought To London for the trespasse they had wrought, In Smithfield on a gibbet they did die. A just reward for all their villanie, Michael and Bradshaw, which a Goldsmith was, That knew of letters which from them did passe, At Feversham were hanged both in chaines, And well rewarded for their faithfull paines. The painter fled none knowes how he did speed, Sakebag in Southwarke he to death did bleed, For as he thought to scape and ran away, He suddenly was murdered in a fray. In Kent at Osbridge, Greene did suffer death, Hangd on a gibbet he did lose his breath: Blacke-Will at Flushing on a stage did burne, Thus each one came unto his end by turne. And thus my story I conclude and end, Praying the Lord that he his grace will send Upon us all, and keepe us all from ill, Amen say all, ift be thy blessed will. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1610-1638 ? Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Arden" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Thomas Arden, or Arderne, was a successful businessman in the early Tudor period. Born in 1508, probably in Norwich, Arden took advantage of the tumult of the Reformation to make his fortune, trading in the former monastic properties dissolved by Henry VIII in 1538. In fact, the house in which he was murdered (which is still standing in Faversham) was a former guest house of Faversham Abbey, the Benedictine abbey near the town. His wife Alice had taken a lover, a man of low status named Mosby; together, they plotted to murder her husband. After several bungled attempts on his life, two ex-soldiers from the former English dominion of Calais known as Black Will and Loosebag (called Shakebag in the play) were hired and continued to make botched attempts. Arden was finally killed in his own home on 14 February 1551, and his body was left out in a field during a snowstorm, hoping that the blame would fall on someone who had come to Faversham for the St Valentine's Day fair. The snowfall stopped, however, before the killers' tracks were covered, and the tracks were followed back to the house. Bloodstained swabs and rushes were found, and the killers quickly confessed. Alice and Mosby were put on trial and convicted of the crime; he was hanged and she burnt at the stake in 1551. Black Will may also have been burnt at the stake after he had fled to Flanders: the English records state he was executed in Flanders, while the Flemish records state he was extradited to England. Loosebag escaped and was never heard of again. Other conspirators were hanged in chains. One - George Bradshaw, who was convicted by an obscure passage in a sealed letter he had delivered - was wrongly convicted and posthumously acquitted. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed at London for C.W. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning, hanging, hanging in chains, Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Various: Canterbury (burning), Smithfield (hanging), Feversham (hanging in chains), Osbridge in Kent (hanging) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/4d887be589eae30482b76523e1568a6a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.156-157; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30458/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30458</a> Subtitle who for the loue of one Mosbie, hired certaine Ruffians and Villaines most cruelly to murder her Husband; with the fatall end of her and her Associats. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The complaint and lamentation of Mistresse Arden of Feversham in Kent, burning English Female hanging hanging in chains Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/cb47a60663cb151f6d9f7cdcca0a5987.jpg 3a19620cf61c3c5d33c2a0df7c9bd405 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Banstead Downs Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Good People, do but lend an Ear, And a sad Story you shall hear, A sadder you never heard, Of due Desert and base Reward, Which will English Subjects fright For our New Government to fight. Our Seamen are the onely Men That o'er the French did Vict'ry gain, They kept the Foe from landing here, Which would have cost the Court full dear; And when they for their Pay did hope, They were rewarded with a Rope. The roaring Canon they ne'er fear'd, Their Lives and Bloud they never spar'd; Through Fire and Flame their Courage flew, No Bullets could their Hearts subdue. Had they in Fight but flincht at all. King James had now been in Whitehall. Thus England, and our New King too, Their Safety to their Valour owe; Nay, some did 'gainst their Conscience fight, To do some Great Ones too much Right; And now, oh barbarous Tyranny! Like Men they fought, like Dogs they dye. Thousands of them their Lives did lose In fighting stoutly with their Foes, And thousands wero so maim'd in Fight, That 'twas a sad and piteous sight; And when they hop'd their Pay to gain They have their Labour for their Pain. Their starving Families at home Expected their slow Pay would come; But our proud Court meant no such thing, Not one Groat must they have till Spring; To starve all Summer would not do; They must still starve all Winter too. It might a little ease their Grief, And give their Mis'ry some relief, Might they in Trade Ships outward go, But that poor Boon's denied them too; Which is as much as plain to say, You shall earn nothing, nor have Pay. Their poor Wives with Care languished, Their Children cried for want of Bread, Their Debts encreast, and none would more Lend them, or let them run oth' score. In such a case what could they doe But ask those who did Money owe? Therefore some bolder than the rest The Officers for their Own request, They call'd 'em Rogues, and said, Nothing Was due to them untill the Spring: The King had none for them they said, Their Betters they must first be paid. The honest Seamen then replied They could no longer Want abide, And that Nine hundred thousand Pound Was giv'n last year to pay them round, Their Money they had earnt full dear, And could not stay another half Year. A Council then they streight did call Of Pick-thanks made to please Whitehall, And there they were adjudg'd to dye; But no Man knows wherefore, nor why. What times are these! Was't ever known Twas Death for Men to ask their own? Yet some seem'd milder than the rest, And told them, that their Fault confest, And Pardon askt, and humbly crav'd, Their Lives perhaps might then be sav'd: But they their Cause scorn'd to betray, Or own't a Crime to ask their Pay. Thus they the Seamens Martyrs dyed, And would not yield to unjust Pride, Their Lives they rather would lay down Than yield it sin to ask their own. Thus they for Justice spent their Blood, To do all future Seamen good. Wherefore let Seamen all and some, Keep the days of their Martyrdom, And bear in mind these dismal times, When true Men suffer for false Crimes; England ne'er knew the like till now, Nor e'er again the like will know. But now suppose they had done ill, In asking Pay too roughly, still When 'twas their due, and Need so prest, They might have Pardon found at least; The King and Queen some mercifull call, But Seamen find it not at all. To Robbers, Thieves, and Felons, they Freely grant Pardons ev'ry day; Only poor Seamen, who alone Do keep them in their Fathers Throne, Must have at all no Mercy shown: Nay, tho there wants fault, they'l find one. Where is the Subjects Liberty? And eke where is their Property? We're forc'd to fight for nought, like Slaves, And though we do, we're hang'd like Knaves. This is not like Old Englands ways, New Lords, new Laws, the Proverb says. Besides the Seamans Pay, that's spent, The King for Stores, Ships, and what's lent, Does owe Seven Millions at the least, And ev'ry year his Debt's encreast; So that we may despair that we One quarter of our Pay shall see. Foreigners and Confederates Get poor Men's Pay, rich Men's Estates; Brave England does to ruine run, And Englishmen must be undone. If this Trade last but one half Year, Our Wealth and Strength is spent, I fear. God bless our noble Parliament, And give them the whole Government, That they may see we're worse than ever, And us from lawless Rule deliver; For England's sinking, unless they Do take the Helm, and better sway. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1691 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Singer decries punishment of sailors who have been deprived of pay, claiming they are martyrs, hanged for speaking up. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Tune Data Banstead Downs (Simpson 1966, p. 122), is also known as Come Live With Me and Be my Love (Simpson 1966, p. 119-122). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/cb47a60663cb151f6d9f7cdcca0a5987.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 5.375r-v; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/22198/image" target="_blank">EBBA 22198</a> Subtitle OR, The Seamen's sad Lamentation for their Faithful Service, Bad Pay, and Cruel Usage. Being a woeful Relation how some of them were unmercifully put to Death for pressing for their Pay, when their Families were like to starve. Thus our New Government does Subjects serve, And leaves them this sad choice to hang or starve. To the Tune of Banstead Downs. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 SEA-Martyrs; English hanging Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b118a7334a2094cae002ec6457e2d05b.jpg c6a2e1c336e5f76ed42502ac5665bc47 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Parents all that now these Lines do hear, Observe them well, Im sure youll shed a Tear, The like of this scarce ever yet was known, The World it is so very wicked grown. In Wiltshire, there a wealthy Man did dwell, He had one only Son, tis known full well: His Parents they did greatly him adore, And he indeed was Heir to all their Store. His tender Father, as we understand, Was snatchd away by Deaths most cruel Hand; Before his Son arrivd to sixteen Years, Leaving his Loving Wife in Floods of Tears. She very tender was of her Son dear, The best that could be bought this Son must wear, And all he desird, she neer it denyd, At length he grew to such a Height of Pride: At Cards and Dice her Substance hed confound, Nothing but Vice did in this Youth abound; He oft would curse his Mother to her Face, When she did tell him of his wickd Race. At last unto a charming Maiden fair, He married was, as I to you declare, Six hundred Pounds he had with her tis known, But her dear Parents they were dead and gone. He seemed for to love her as his Life, But now observe what caused all the Strife; He on a Woman Harlot cast an Eye, And often would frequent her Company. The richest of Attire he woud her buy, He spard no Cost, but let his Money fly, For to maintain his Harlot in her Pride, Nothing that she did ask must be denyd. At last his Wife she of the same did hear, And oft would say to him my dearest Dear, These wicked Courses that you do take, in Time, To Poverty they will bring me and mine. Two lovely Children by his Wife he had, Which might have made a Fathers Heart full glad, But he was barbarous. cruel and severe, To his Wife, his Mother, and his Children dear. At last his Substance very short did grow, Yet to his wicked Harlot would he go; And when his Money it grew very scant. His Miss grew cold, and seemed discontent. Saying, this Trade will never do with me, Then to his Wife and Children would he flee, Their Rings and Cloaths, and all that he could find, Hed bring to her, their cries he did not mind. At last this Course he could no longer run, His Wife, poor Soul, her Substance it was gone: His aged Mother had but little left, And almost of her Senses was bereft. One Day as Miss and him together were, She in a Passion said, I do declare, If you some Money do not get for me, I will no longer keep your Company. He in a Fury to his Wife went Home, And found her with her Babes making sad Moan, Some Money I will have, to her did say, Or else Ill Murder you this very Day. My Dear, said she, I have none to give you, With that he in a Passion straightway flew, And barring up the Door, to her did come, And threw her on the Floor there along. He gaggd her Mouth and bound her evry Limb, At last one of the Children said to him, Father, do not my Morher kill, I pray, For a Bit of Bread we have not touchd To-day. He turnd about, and on the Child did gaze, The Devil did his Reason so amaze. He with a Knife that was so keen and sharp, Did stab this tender Babe unto the Heart. His loving Wife she saw the Deed hed done, While Tears did from her Eyes like Fountains run What! dost thou weep to see thy Darling die? I will dispatch thee likewise instantly. Then with the Knife that killd her infant dear, Her Throat he straight did cut from Ear to Ear: The other Infant straight aloud did cry, To see his Mother there a bleeding lie. He straightway went and took her by the Hand, While the poor Babe did there a trembling stand: Thy Life I fain would save, to it did say, But I do fear that you would me betray. But three Years old, this Infant was no more, He also laid it wallowing in its Gore: And then to search the House he did begin, But no Money he could find therein. So then straightway out of the House he went, The Doors did fasten, being discontent; Unto his aged Mother he did go, Whose tender Heart was over-whelmd with Woe His Mother straightway rose her Son to meet, And presently fetchd him some food to eat: Saying, youre melancholy, my dear Son, Im sorry, he replyd, for what Ive done. For Joy his aged Mother wept amain, And will my Son his wickedness refrain, That I may Comfort have in thee, my Son But little did she think what he had done. At length this cruel Wretch, so void of Grace, He with his Hand did strike her on the Face, And gaggd her Mouth in dismal Sort also, And by the Hair, he draggd her to and fro. Unto the Orchard he did drag her there, And on a Tree hangd her up by the Hair; Tying her aged Arms likewise behind, Saying, Now thy Money Ill go find. When he had taken all that he could find, Unto his Harlot straightway he did hie, And told her all the Things that he had done, And how his Mother on a Tree hed hung. She answerd, why did you not kill her too? Come instantly, to London let us go, He replyd, my Dear, it shall be so, But God above the Matter all doth know. Next Day one of his Neghbours did espy, His Mother hanging on a Tree so high The same did raise the Town, the Sight to see Who took her breathless Corpse from off the Tree. And running straightway for to call her Son, As soon as eer unto the House they came, They found it fastened, no Answer made, Which put their Hearts in further Fear and Dread. The Doors they then broke open with all Speed, A Sight would make a Heart of Stone to bleed, To see the Mother and her Infants dear, Lie in their Gore, Lord! what a sight was there. Murder, O Lord, is hateful to thy Sight, Thy divine Providence brings it to Light, The Murderer was taken on the Road, And unto Justice brought with one Accord. He was condemnd to suffer for the the same, And after Death for to be hung in Chains: As soon as he came to the fatal Tree, He wept and wrung his hands most bitterly. Saying Christians all, pray for my sinful Soul, My Sins indeed are very gross and foul, My Wife, my Mother, and my Children dear, For Murdering them I now must suffer here. My Infants Blood for Vengeance now doth cry, My virtuous Wife she stands before my Eyes, My aged Mother too, methinks I see: You graceless Children all be ruld by me. Besure you shun lewd Harlots Company, You with a virtuous Wife may happy be; But I, cruel Wretch! her Blood most dear did spill, That never did nor thought me any Ill. How can I cast my Eyes to Heaven high? O blessed Saviour do not me deny: I hope good Christians for my Soul youll pray, When this he spoke, the Cart i[t] drew away. You Parents, and likewise you Children pray, Observe what I do say to you this Day; You Children mind your Parents, serve the Lord, A Crown of Glory will be your Reward. Language Language ballad is printed in English 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 Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.788; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31485/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31485</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b118a7334a2094cae002ec6457e2d05b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Subtitle BEING A full and true ACCOUNT of one Mr John Jones, a Gentleman's Son in Wiltshire, whose Father left him an Estate of twelve hundred Pounds a Year, and married a Lady of a great Fortune in the same Place, but being reduced to Poverty and Want with riotous Living, he killed his wife and Children, and afterwards hanged his Mother on a tree in the Orchard. With the last dying Words of this Wretch, who was hanged before his Mother's Door, July 30 last. PROVERBS, Chap. XXX. 17. The Eye that mocketh his Father, and despiseth to obey the Voice of his Mother the Ravens of the Valley shall pick it out, and the young Eagles shall eat it. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE DISOBEDIENT SON AND CRUEL HUSBAND. English hanging in chains Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3ed0d4bc889b5138e7f54c2d90e36798.jpg 59144c9a3f1f54e01cf76cfc764c46c4 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2657a1ab6e2657f87d84f2d6f08ce2de.jpg d0be62589839253654b585fb01414347 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. Oh, see the fleet-foot hosts of men who speed with faces wan, From farmstead and from thresher's cot along the banks of Ban. They come with vengeance in their eyes; too late, too late are they, For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 2. Oh Ireland, Mother Ireland, you love them still the best, The fearless brave who fighting fall upon your hapless breast. But never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray, Than he who marches to his fate on the bridge of Toome today. 3. Up the narrow street he stepped, so smiling, proud and young, About the hemp-rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung; There's ne'er a tear in his blue eyes, fearless and brave are they, As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 4. When last this narrow street he trod, his shining pike in hand, Behind him marched, in grim array, a earnest stalwart band. To Antrim town! To Antrim town, he led them to the fray, But young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 5. The grey coat and its sash of green were brave and stainless then, A banner flashed beneath the sun over the marching men; The coat hath many a rent this noon, the sash is torn away, And Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 6. Oh, how his pike flashed in the sun! Then found a foeman's heart, Through furious fight, and heavy odds he bore a true man's part. And many a red-coat bit the dust before his keen pike-play, But Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 7. There's never a one of all your dead more bravely died in fray Than he who marches to his fate in Toomebridge town today; True to the last! True to the last, he treads the upwards way, And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1898 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Irish ballad about United Irishman and outlaw Roddy McCorley, written for the 100th anniversary of the United Irishmen rebellion in Ireland, by Ethna Carbery Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Toome Bridge Composer of Ballad Ethna Carbery Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roddy_McCorley" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Roddy McCorley (died 28 February 1800) was an Irish nationalist from the civil parish of Duneane, County Antrim, modern day Northern Ireland. Following the publication of the Ethna Carbery poem bearing his name in 1902, where he is associated with events around the Battle of Antrim, he is alleged to have been a member of the United Irishmen and claimed as a participant in their rebellion of 1798. Roddy McCorley was the son of a miller and was born near Toome in the parish of Duneane, County Antrim. A few years before the 1798 rebellion McCorley's father is believed to have been executed for stealing sheep. These charges may have been politically motivated in an attempt to remove a troublesome agitator at a time of great social unrest. Following his father's execution, his family were evicted from their home. There is uncertainty as to whether McCorley was actually actively involved with the predominantly Presbyterian United Irishmen or the predominantly Catholic Defenders. McCorley's role in the 1798 rebellion itself is unrecorded. In a poem written 100 years after the rebellion by Ethna Carbery, he is claimed to have been one of the leaders of the United Irishmen at the Battle of Antrim, however there is no contemporary documentary evidence to support this claim or prove that he was even active in the rebellion. After the rebellion, McCorley joined a notorious outlaw gang known as Archer's Gang, made up of former rebels and led by Thomas Archer.Some of these men had been British soldiers (members of the Irish militia) who changed sides in the conflict, and as such were guilty of treason and thus exempt from the terms of amnesty offered to the rank and file of the United Irishmen.This meant that they were always on the run in an attempt to evade capture. This "quasi-rebel" group were claimed to have attacked loyalists and participated in common crime. It is believed that McCorley was caught whilst in hiding, having been betrayed by an informer. After McCorley was arrested he was tried by court martial in Ballymena on 20 February 1800 and sentenced to be hanged "near the Bridge of Toome", in the parish of Duneane. His execution occurred on 28 February 1800. This bridge had been partially destroyed by rebels in 1798 to prevent the arrival of loyalist reinforcements from west of the River Bann. His body was then dismembered and buried under the gallows, on the main Antrim to Derry road. A letter published in the Belfast Newsletter a few days after McCorley's execution gave an account of the execution and how McCorley was viewed by some. In it he is called Roger McCorley, which may be his proper Christian name. “Upon Friday last, a most awful procession took place here, namely the execution of Roger McCorley who was lately convicted at a court-martial, to the place of execution, Toome Bridge, the unfortunate man having been born in that neighbourhood. As a warning to others, it is proper to observe that the whole of his life was devoted to disorderly proceedings of every kind, for many years past, scarcely a Quarter-sessions occurred but what the name of Roger McCorley appeared in a variety of criminal cases. His body was given up to dissection and afterwards buried under the gallows…thus of late we have got rid of six of those nefarious wretches who have kept this neighbourhood in the greatest misery for some time past, namely, Stewart, Dunn, Ryan, McCorley, Caskey and the notorious Dr. Linn. The noted Archer will soon be in our Guard-room.” In 1852, McCorley's alleged nephew Hugh McCorley was appointed foreman of construction of a new bridge across the River Bann at Toome. Hugh made plans to recover his uncle's body and on 29 June 1852, buried him in an unmarked grave at Duneane parish graveyard. His great-grandson, Roger McCorley, was an officer in the Irish Republican Army in the Irish War of Independence (1919–1921). Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. The melody for Roddy McCorley was later used in the song, Sean South from Garryowen, which tells the story of a failed IRA attack on a Royal Ulster Constabulary Barracks in County Fermanagh in 1957. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3ed0d4bc889b5138e7f54c2d90e36798.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="600"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Ballad of Roddy McCorley English hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8d6865da6d6b54d04b43bc1007109b7d.jpg f3ec2d75bc4cff844d63bc17477836c3 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4dfe0f68a8f483087faedfe8dc645155.mp3 3ca2d6ea20cfbb9b369864758d5fccea Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174">Packington's Pound</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Good people come hither and listen a while, Ile tell you a story shall make you to smile For such a bold project there never was heard, As now in this Ballad shall soon be declard; The Brick-makers they This project did play, The Elventh of August as people do say: Let this be a warning that others take heed; Their court of in-justice will smart for the deed. In Rainy wet weather it was I suppose, When each bonny Brick-maker steeled his nose, They drink their cups round, & do merrily prate Each Brick-maker seemed a Lord in conceit; Whilst thus they Carrouse, And call on the House, One of them his bread and his cheese he did lose And one in the company there he did atackt, As guilty of Fellony for this bold act. They calld him Dick Lambart whom he did accuse, Who, he said, such activity often did use; And there for his life he would have him be tryd A Judge and a Jury this deed should deside; A Court there was calld, The Cryer he bawld And there with his flounder-mouth loudly he yauld. And then on the bench for a judge there set down One in a red wastecoat which servd for a gown. A Judge and a Jury, and Clarks did appear, A Sheriff and also a Hangman was there, The Judge being set and prisoner brought forth The plaintiff be there on a brickbat took oath, that to his great cost Too lately he lost, Some bread & some cheese which he savd for a toast, And that Richard Lambart had taken his peck, Who for it deservd to be noosd by the neck. For this he had sentance by which he was forst To be burnt in the hand with an apple hot roast And afterwards he on that apple must feed, This Sentance he had for his Fellonious deed; But now comes the worst More bad then the first, Poor Richard his fortune it was so accurst; A Witness held forth, and he there did declare, That Richard spoke Treason and he did it hear. He said the Kings drums they did make a great sound But in the midst of them no guts to be found, And that the Kings horses with Iron were shod, And often on dirt and on stones they have trod; That they so were fed With butter and bread, They lost all the Rases what ever was laid: And that the Kings Goshauks had got no more foul Then is in the night-bird thats called an Owl. This was the Indictment on which he was tryd, The Jury was sworn on a Brickbat beside, The Evidence there did make it out plain And Lambart away from the Bar he was tane; Their Jury went out, And brought it about, That Lambart was guilty of Treason no doubt; And then by the Judge he was sentencd, that he, Should hang by the neck on the Tiborn Tree. A Clay cart they got, and a horse int beside, And put Lambart in it, and him fast down tyd, And then unto th Gallows they do him convey, With a Guard of their Officers all on the way, A Brickbat to read, As they did proceed, And then on the Gallows they hangd him indeed: Thus have you heard of the Brick-makers Court, who hang men in earnest, and count it their sport. A Groom of the Kings stables came riding that way, Seeing this rebel rout to them did say, I see youve condemned this man in the Town, But heres a reprieve and he must be cut down: This being done, Away then did run, This Court of In-justice each mothers Son. The Judge and the Hangman was tane in the act And two of the Jury-men since for that fact. This court of In-justice appeared in time At Seshions house there for to answer their crime A hundred pound is laid on each head, Or else due imprisonment till it be paid: In New-gate they are, Remaining in care, Of farther punishment they are in fear: And thus you have heard of the Brick-makers Court Who hang men in earnest & count it their sport. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1672-1696 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A group of bricklayers, after drinking, hold a mock trial (a common enough practice for guild members) for one of their number accused of stealing bread and cheese from another member. He is burned in the hand by a hot apple and then has to eat it. Then someone accuses him of treason and he is taken to be hanged. A groom of the king's stables tells them he is to be cut down and several of the group are arrested and imprisoned at Newgate for their actions. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed for Phillip Brooksby next door to the Ball in West Smithfield. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason (false accusation) Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8d6865da6d6b54d04b43bc1007109b7d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4dfe0f68a8f483087faedfe8dc645155.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.f.20.8.40; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30185/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30185</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew. Tune Data Packington's Pound is often cited as Digby's Farewell, Packingtons Pound or Amintas' Farewell. The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). Subtitle OR, A true Report of the Indicting, Arraignment, Tryal, and Convicting of four of the Brick-makers Court of In-justice: for the Notorious Riot committed on the Body of one Richard Lambart, Brick-maker of Fullum, who they Arraigned Indicted, and had almost Executed, for some pretended idle words. Their Examination, and Tryal, and Sentence they are to undergoe, exprest as followeth. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Brick-makers Lamentation from New-gate: Audio recording English hanging Male treason (false accusation) https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/54b80ed2ffe34c3df7f261efbe6cb976.jpg 8b0e8c8f72ccf6c09d5ce8fe2d2f4c82 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/97c6665827e21f3f0373e65706b46c3f.tif 8a5d7166858e3c3a5787c23437c7cb45 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 O Stay, and lend an Ear, you Loyal Subjects all, And by this Story you shall hear, behold a Traytors fall: Who was by due desert, found guilty of a crime; The like where of hath not been known, in any Age or Time. This William Staley, he by Trade a Gold-smith was, And near to Coven-Garden liv'd, as now it came to pass: Who being void of grace, and blinded with false zeal, Of late spoke Treason at a place, which he could not conceal. A Papist he was bred, one of the Popish Crew, And was by Jesuits Mifled, which he too late did rue: Such Principles he learnt, beyond the Ocean Main, As brought him to a shameful End, with Torture and with Pain. Great Malice in his mind, this wicked wretch did bear, And likewise was to blood inclin'd, as doth too plain appear: Where I shall now relate, how he to Tryal came: Where thousands flocked to the place to hear and see the same. UNto the Kings-Bench-Bar, the Prisoner was brought in, Where he Indicted was, for words of Treason, 'gainst our King: Which was by Evidence of witnesses, made clear, By Gentlemen of worth and note, who did the Treason hear. O wicked Bloody wretch, to think of such a thing, He said himself, with his own hands, would kill our Soveraign King: To which he for himself could answer very small, Which did unto the purpose tend, in presence of them all. A learned Jury there impannel'd was that time, Who quickly did consider of the Traytors hamous crime: Which did appear so plain, that in a little space, They quickly gave their verdict in, not moving from the place. Where he was Guilty found of Treason, which he spoke, with Malice and with bloody thoughts when none did him provoke: The judge then Sentence gave, that he should for the same Be Hang'd, and drawn, and quartered being so much to blame. Then was he carried back in Prison to remain, Until the doleful, dismal day of Execution came: Where he had time and space, his faults for to bewail, Unless he was so void of grace, no comfort could prevail. And now the fatal day being come, which was so nigh, Great store of People flocked there to see the Prisoner dye: Who was brought to the place, to undergo his Doom, Which was a great and vile disgrace to all the sons of Rome. His Quarters are to be disposed on each Gate, That every one who see the same, may all such Treason hate: And that the Popish crew may see what they deserve, For seeking to destroy a King, whom God will long preserve. For all such Bloody men shall have a fall, no doubt, And all their Treasons and their Plots in time shall be brought out: That they and all their Friends, their just desert may have, For striving to be high and great, and others to enslave. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1678 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. [London] : Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and I. Clarke, [1674-1679] 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/54b80ed2ffe34c3df7f261efbe6cb976.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Houghton Library, Harvard University, Shelfmark EBB65; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/35048/image" target="_blank">EBBA 35048</a> Subtitle or, A full relation of the condemnation and execution of Mr. William Staley who was found guilty of high treason, at the Kings-bench-barr at Westminster, on Thursday the 21st. of Nov. 1678. For speaking dangerous, and treasonable words against his most Sacred Majesty the King. For which he was sentenced to be drawn, hang'd, and quartered. And was accordingly executed upon Tuesday the 26th. of this instant Nov. 1678. at Tyburn. Tune of, The rich merchant-man &c. VVith allowance. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Treason justly punished: drawing and quartering English hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2ac8c70350f91a83c87197be9448c5f9.jpg f518530ca48e4b90a3b9435f82e17184 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Gilderoy Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GIlderoy was a bonny Boy, had roses tull his shun, His stockins made of the finest silk, his garters hanging duwn: It was a comely sight to see, he were so trim a Boy; He was my Joy and Heart's Delight, my handsom Gilderoy. Oh, sick a charming eyen he had, a breath as sweet as rose, He never wore a Highland-plad, but costly silken cloaths: He gain'd the love of Ladies gay, there's none to him was coy; Ah, way's me, Ise mourn this day for my dear Gilderoy. My Gilderoy and I was born both in one Town together, Not passing seven years ago, since one did love each other: Our Daddies and our Mammies both, were cloath'd with mickle joy, To think upon the bridal-day, betwixt I and my Gilderoy. For Gilderoy, that Love of mine, geud faith Ise freely bought A wedding-sark of Holland fine, with silk in flowers wrought; And he gave me a wedding-ring, which I receiv'd with joy; No Lads or Lasses e'er could sing, like my sweet Gilderoy. In mickle joy we spent our time, till we was both fifteen, Then gently he did lay me down, amongst the leaves so green; When he had done what he could do, he rose and gang'd his woy, But ever since I lov'd the Man, my handsom Gilderoy. While we did both together play, he kiss'd me o're and o're; Geud faith it was as blith a day, as e'er I saw before; He fill'd my heart in e'ry vein, with love and mickle joy; But when shall I behold again, mine own sweet Gilderoy? 'Tis pity Men should e'er be hang'd, that takes up Womens geer, Or for their pelfering sheep or calves, or stealing cow or mare; Had not our laws been made so strict, I'd never lost my Joy, Who was my Love and Heart's Delight, my handsom Gilderoy. 'Cause Gilderoy had done amiss, must he be punish'd then? What kind of cruelty is this, to hang such handsom Men? The Flower of the Scotish Land, a sweet and lively Boy, He likewise had a Lady's hand, my handsom Gilderoy. At Leith they took my Gilderoy, and there, God wot, they bang'd him, Carry'd him to fair Edenburgh, and there, God wot, they hang'd him, They hang'd him up above the rest, he was so trim a Boy, My only Love and Heart's Delight, my handsom Gilderoy. Thus having yielded up his breath, in cyprus he was laid; Then for my Dearest, after death, a funeral I made; Over his grave a marble-stone I fixed for my Joy; Now I am left to weep alone, for my dear Gilderoy. Language Language ballad is printed in English, Scots Date Date of ballad 1683-1703 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Woman laments execution of her lover Gilderoy Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON: Printed for C. Bates, at the Sun and Bible, 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. poaching Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Edinburgh Tune Data Gilderoy (Simpson 1966, pp. 252-54) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/2ac8c70350f91a83c87197be9448c5f9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 5.354; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/22181/image" target="_blank">EBBA 22181</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Scotch Lover's Lamentation: OR, GILDEROY's Last FAREWEL. English hanging Male poaching https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ee72375b8a64c71f8a091e10b3dd9892.tif c8738ed379b5455c5f40a794d4534d59 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 NOw Katherine de Medicis hes maid sic a Gyis To tary in Paris the Papistes ar tykit At Bastianes brydell howbeit scho denyis Giue Mary slew Hary, it was not vnlykit Yit a man is nane respectand this number I'dar not say wemen hes wyte of this cummer. Yone Mask the Quene mother hes maid thame in France Was maikles and saikles, and schamfully slane Bot Mary conuoyit and come with ane dance Quhill Princes in Sences was fyrit with ane trane Baith tressonabill murtheris, the ane and the vther I go not in Masking mair with the Quene Mother. Italianes ar Tyranis, and tressonabill Tratoris: For gysours deuysours, the Guysianis ar gude Bot Frenche men ar trew men, and not of thair natouris Than Charlie I farlie thow drank thy awin blude I wyte bot thy Mother wit, wemen ar vane In greis neir to Ganyelon nor grit Charlie Mane. Thy style was Treschristien maist Cristen King Baith hiest and friest, and neist the Impyre Bot now Prouest Marschell in playing this spring And ressoun for tressoun prouokis God to Ire Beleuis thow this trumprie sall stablische thy style? Our God is not deid yit, be doand ane quhyle. Suppois that the Papistes deuysit this at Trent To ding vs and bring vs with mony lowd lauchter With sic cruell Murther is Christ sa content To take the and make the ane Sanct for our slauchter Albeit he correct vs, and scurge vs in Ire Be war with the wand syne he wapis in the fyre. For better is pure men nor Princes periurit Baith schameles and fameles, we find thame sa fals With sangis lyke the Seryne our lyfis thow allurit Ouirsylit vs begylit vs with baitis in our hals Or as the fals Fowler his fang for to get, Deuoiris the pure volatill he wylis to the net. In Ilis nor in Orknay, in Ireland Oneill Thay dar not, thay gar not, thair liegis be stickit Solyman, Tamerlan, nor yit the mekle Deill Proud Pharao, nor Nero, was neuer sa wickit Nouther Turk nor Infidell vsis sic thing As be their awin burreo, being ane King. Baith auld men and wemen, with babis on thair breist Not luking nor huking, to hurll thame in Sane All beand murdreist downe, quhat do ye neist Processioun, Confession, and vp Mes agane Proud King Antiochus was sum tyme als haly And yit our God guschit out the guttis of his belly Thy Syster thou maryit, thy Saces was sour Sic cuikrie for luikrie was euill Interprisit Ye maid vs the Reid Freiris, and rais in an hour Abhorring na gorring that micht be deuisit Thou playit the fals Hypocreit fenyeing the fray But inwart ane rageing wolf waitand thy pray. That France was confidderat with Scotland I grant, Baith actit, contractit, and keipit in deid The kyndnes of Cutthrottis, we cure not to want Denyis thame, defyis thame, and all thair fals seid It was bot with honest men we maid the band And thou hes left leifand bot few in that land. Our faith is not warldly we feir not thy braulis Thocht hangmen ouirgang men, for gaddaring our geir Ye kill bot the Carcase, ye get not our Saulis Not douting our shouting is hard in Goddis eir The same God from Pharo defendit his pepill And not yone round Robene that standis in your stepill. Now wyse Quene Elizabeth luik to your self Dispite them, and wryte thame, ane bill of defyance The papistis and Spanyards, hes partit your pelf As newly and trewly was tald me thir tythance Beleue thay to land heir, and get vs fornocht Will ye do as we do, it salbe deir bocht. Giue pleis God we gre sa, and hald vs togidder Baith surely and sturely, and stoutly gainstand thame They culd not weill conqueis vs, culd ye considder For our men are dour men, and likis weill to land thame Quhen Cesar him self was chaist, haue ye foryet And baith the Realmes be aggreit, tak that thay get. For better it is to fecht it, defendant our lyfis With speir men and weir men, and ventour our sellis Nor for to se frenche men deflorand our wyfis Displace vs, and chace vs, as thay haue done ellis I meane quhen the Inglismen helpit at Leith And gart thame gang hame agane spyte of thair teith. I cannot trow firmely that Frenchmen ar cummen Persayfand thame haifand, thame selfis into parrell The Lord saue Elizabeth, thair ane gude woman That cauldly and bauldly, debait will our quarrell With men and with money, baith Armour and graith As scho hes befoir tyme defendit this Faith. Thocht France for thair falset be drownit in dangeris For causis and pausis thay plait into Pareis Yit [...]e ar in war estait waitand on strangeris No[...] gyding deuyding, our awin men from Mareis Go weid the calf from the corn, calk me thair dures And slay or ye be slane, gif sic thing occures. Bot how can ye traist thame, that trumpit yow ellis Decoir thame, do for thame, or foster thair seid And thay may anis se thair time, tent to your sellis Baith haitfull, dissaitfull, ye deill with in deid Anis wod and ay the war, with quhat ye do And mak thame fast in the ruit gif thay cum to. God blis yow my brether, and biddis yow gudnicht Obey God, go say God, with prayer and fasting Christ keip thie pure Ile of ouris in the auld rihct Defend vs and send vs, the life Euerlasting The Lord send vs quyetnes, and keip our young king The Quene of Inglands Maiestie, & lang mot yai Ring. Quod Simpell. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in Scots English Date Date of ballad 1572 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprentit at Sanctandrois be Robert Lekpreuik [Printed at St André by Robert Lekprevik] Composer of Ballad Robert Simpell, 1530? - 1595 Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ee72375b8a64c71f8a091e10b3dd9892.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Reproduction of original in the British Library, STC / 22203, Huth 50 [11]; <a href="http://gateway.proquest.com.ezp.lib.unimelb.edu.au/openurl?ctx_ver=Z39.88-2003&res_id=xri:eebo&rft_id=xri:eebo:image:182327" target="_blank">EEBO Record</a> (institutional login required). Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource ane new ballet set out be ane Fugitiue Scottisman that fled out of Paris at this lait Murther. English Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/4fb5f71ce6142baf417aa734f60a9fe7.jpg 1b513c3b915dcbc6ff8d09794488bb8f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/dfab809e4e7ba7e5a273d923f1bb4f87.jpg c6957255aa71345cfd0a718de34ee855 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7873d8d00b328e386c339b2a2ae18eb8.jpg 4a3eb7295ee460046727e3b504fb5457 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0496e27cd811b7552e058dd7fe8d9114.jpg 649a22c115281fc3890bbce7c69372b7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. J'entends autour de ma prison. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics VEnez entendre les noirceurs Qui sont aujourd'hui mes malheurs; J'en ai grand regret dans mon âme; Car une vie aussi infâme M'attire avec juste raison La plus rude punition. Ayant méprisé de tout tems Les bons avis de mes parens, Me fortifiant dans le vice, Creusant ainsi mon précipice: Les forfaits les plus odieux Me sembloient aisés à mes yeux. Je ne faisois point de façon D'employer dans tout le poison; Et dans la plus noire malice, Je n'épargnois point l'artifice; Je ne craignois nul châtiment Pourvu que j'aye de l'argent. Voulant encore pousser plus loin, Pour acquérir un plus gros bien, Feignanat mon commerce en déroute, Je faisois souvent banqueroute: Mettant le comble à ces forfaits, J'escroquois aussi mes billets. Ma plus grande méchanceté Et ma plus noire cruauté, C'est envers une bonne Dame, Et son fils d'une bien belle ame; Sans avoir en pitié d'eux, Je les empoisonnai tous deux. Pour que ce forfait inoui En secret fùt enseveli, Je fus vîte louer une cave Où je mis le corps de la Dame; Et puis je fus trouver le fils, Et l'emmenai dans mon logis. Je lui fis prendre du poison, Et puis sortant de ma maison Je le conduisis à Versailles, Où je lui fis ses funérailles. Il me disoit sur le chemin Qu'il ne pouvoit aller plus loin. Mais hélas! ce pauvre innocent Me demandoit soulagement; Il me disoit avec confiance, Hélas! donnez-moi assistance, Ses pauvres yeux tout baignés d'eau, A moi qui étois son bourreau. Après il tombe évanoui, Je feignis de pleurer aussi; Son visage devint tout blême, Enfin il mourut à l'heure même; Vite je le fis enterrer, Croyant mieux par-là me cacher. Puis en femme étant déguisé, A Lyon je m'en fus allé: Dans l'artifice de mon ame, Je pris le nom de cette Dame; C'etoit pour faire croire aussi, Qu'avec l'argent elle avoit fui. Mais hélas! tant de cruautés Ne furent pas long tems cachées; Dieu permit que d'un si grand crime Je devins enfin la victime: La Justice m'a arrêté, Et en prison on m'a jetté. Mis dans le plus noir des cachots, Je pousse à présent des sanglots: Hélas! je ne dois pas me plaindre, Quoique les tourmens soient à craindre, Voilà les terribles regrets Que me causent tous mes forfaits. Vous tous qui voyez mon malheur, Priez donc pour nous le Seigneur, Qu'il me donne la patience, D'endurer si grande souffrance; Et que cette punition Puisse m'obtenir mon pardon. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1777 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Vu l'Approbation, permis d'imprimer, ce 7 Mai 1777. LE NOIR. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel, burning 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. 33 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, place de Greve Subtitle Air: J'entends autour de ma prison. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoine_Fran%C3%A7ois_Desrues" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Antoine Franois Desrues (1744-1777) was a French poisoner. He was born at Chartres, of humble parents. He went to Paris to seek his fortune, and started in business as a grocer. He was known as a man of great piety and devotion, and his business was reputed to be a flourishing one, but when, in 1773, he gave up his shop, his finances, owing to personal extravagance, were in a deplorable condition. Nevertheless he entered into negotiations with a Madame de la Motte for the purchase from her of a country estate, and, when the time came for the payment of the purchase money, invited her to stay with him in Paris pending the transfer. While she was still his guest, he poisoned first her and then her son, a youth of sixteen. Then, having forged a receipt for the purchase money and taken on the aristocratic name "Desrues de Bury," he endeavoured to obtain possession of the property. But by this time the disappearance of Madame de la Motte and her son had aroused suspicion. Desrues was arrested, the bodies of his victims were discovered, and the crime was brought home to him. He was originally sentenced to life in prison, but was retried and condemned to be torn asunder alive and burned. He was condemned to death and executed in Paris in 1777, Desrues repeating protestations of his innocence to the last. An extended debate ensued after his death, which was seen as a touchstone for understanding both the last years of the Ancien Régime and the early revolutionary period, with Balzac, Hugo, and Dumas among the participants. As late as 1828 a dramatic version of it was performed in Paris. <a href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoine-Fran%C3%A7ois_Desrues">French Wikipedia:</a> Antoine-Franois Desrues, né en 1744 à Chartres et roué en 1777 à Paris, est un empoisonneur franais. Marchand épicier à Paris, Desrues s'enrichit par des escroqueries et des crimes et sut, par son hypocrisie, se faire une telle réputation de vertu que pendant longtemps on ne put le souponner. Ayant acheté à M. de La Motte, écuyer du roi, la terre de Buisson-Soö‚f, qu'il devait payer 130 000 livres, il résolut de faire mourir toute la famille de son créancier afin de s'emparer du bien sans rien débourser : il avait déjà empoisonné la femme et le fils, lorsque son crime fut découvert. Il fut roué vif en 1777 en place de Grve à Paris, son corps fut brulé et cendres dispersées. Ce fut Charles-Henri Sanson, futur bourreau du roi Louis XVI, qui procéda au supplice. Soutenu par le petit peuple qui voyait en lui un simple martyr, victime de l'arbitraire royal ne lui ayant mme pas épargné le bùcher, ce fils de petit boutiquier eut ses cendres filtrées par une foule étant allée jusqu'à se battre pour en récupérer le moindre bout d'os, reliques auxquelles elle attribuait des vertus magiques (enrichissement) et qui furent ensuite l'objet d'un commerce. Sa femme, enfermée à la Salptrire, fut assassinée par les émeutiers lors des massacres de Septembre, en 1792. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource AUTRE Sur le même Sujet. breaking on the wheel burning 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 French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. L'enfant prodigue Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Maudict soit le faux miserable Qui a tué vilainement Ce bon prince tant amiable Qui nous gardoit soigneusement. La justice en a esté faicte Dedans la ville de paris, Treséquitablement parfaicte En despit de tous ses amis. Car quand il fut a la justice Devant messieurs de parlement, Fut ordonné que pour son vice Devoit mourir cruellement. Quand la sentence fut donnee, L'executeur on feit venir, Pour justement ceste journee Le mener vistement mourir. Comme il passoit dedans la ville Chacun crioit de tout son coeur, Dessus, dessus ce meschant traistre Qui a tué ce bon seigneur. Devant la maison de la ville Fut le lieu d'execution Pour de ce meschant inutile Faire bonne punition. En quatre parties de ces membres Il fut tenaillé de fers chauds. En jugement sans long attendre Bien lié dessus l'eschafaux. Il ne luy failloit point de phifre. Pareillement de tabourin: Pour faire bien danser ce traistre Meschant & malheureux villain. Puis fut guindé sans descendre, Tout estendu sur l'eschaffaux, Aux quatre parties de ses membres, Pour tirer à quatre chevaux. Viena, dit un bon capitaine, N'as tu point grand mal en ton coeur: De te mettre en devoir & peine Pour tuer ce noble seigneur. Nenny dist ce faux miserable, S'il nestoit faict je le ferois: N'estoit-il pas conduit du diable D'ainsi parler a ceste fois. Quand respondit en ceste sorte, Soudainnement fut depesché: Ces quatres quartiers hors les portes, Sa teste en un poteau fisché, Jeunes enfans prenez exemple, Et mettez en Dieu vostre appuy: Et que chascun de vous contemple, De ne faire pas comme luy. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1563< Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Le Recueil des chansons des batailles & guerres advenues au Royaume de France, durant les troubles. Par Christofle de Bordeaux, & autres. Augmentées de plusieurs chansons nouvelles. (Paris: Nicolas Bonfons, rue neuve nostre Dame, à l'enseigne sainct Nicolas, 1575) 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. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_de_Poltrot" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Jean de Poltrot (c. 1537 - 1563), sieur de Méré or Mérey, was a nobleman of Angoumois, who murdered Francis, Duke of Guise. He had lived some time in Spain, and his knowledge of Spanish, together with his swarthy complexion, which earned him the nickname of the Espagnolet, procured him employment as a spy in the wars against Spain. Having been converted to the Huguenot cause, he determined to kill Francis, Duke of Guise. Pretending to be a deserter, he gained admission to the camp of the Catholic army that was besieging Orléans. In the evening of 18 February 1563, he hid by the side of a road along which he knew the Duke would pass, fired a pistol at him, and fled. He was captured the next day, and following torture and a trial, he was sentenced to be drawn and quartered. The punishment, carried out on 18 March 1563, was botched; the horses having failed to rend his limbs, swords were used to finish the job. During his torture, he had made several contradictory statements, some of which implicated Admiral Coligny. Coligny protested emphatically against the accusation, but nevertheless the assassination led to a vendetta between Coligny and Francis's sons, Henry I, Duke of Guise and Louis II, Cardinal of Guise. This vendetta not only prolonged the Wars of Religion but contributed to the attempted assassination of Coligny during the celebrations of the marriage of Henri of Navarre with Margaret of Valois, and therefore to the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Chanson de la justice exécutée dedans Paris de celui qui tua monsieur de Guyse, sur le chant de l'enfant prodigue. drawing hanging Male murder quartering Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Montgommery Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Combien pernicieux, Que laisse le service, Du puissant Roy des cieux, Pour dans le précipice: De Sathan, malheureux, Et aux absides creux, Y faire sa demeure, Ce Lyon furieux, Nous a aillé les yeux, C'est une chose seure. Comme Loups ravissants, Nous courons la campagne Pour nuire aux innocents, Le mal nous accompagne: Des dents plus que du fer: Pour plaire à Lucifer, Nous faisons grand carnage, Tant aux villes qu'aux champs, Comme bourreaux meschans, Les enfans en bas aage. Quelque temps sans cesser, Dura nostre malie: Mais il faut confesser: Que tout c'est artifice: Car nos petits enfants: Qui n'en estoyent contens: Le dirent à leurs mres, Desireux de vanger: Le meurtre & le danger: Des innocens leurs frres. Les frres n'osant pas: Dire la boucherie: Ny le cruel repas Que faisait la furie De ces deux malheureux Par trop impetueux: Encontre l'innocence, Le sang messe d'iceux Monta jusques aux cieux Elle demanda vengeance. Les enfans de rechef Commencerent à voix haute De chanter le meschef De leur pre & la faute, Disant nos peres loups, Se jetteront sur nous: Aussi leur fiers rage, Grand Dieu soyez nous doux Et que vostre courroux Leur soit pour héritage. La Justice entendit De ces enfans la plainte, Qui bien les deffendit De senrir nos attaintes Nous confessons pour gray Que des innocents c'ay Quatre cents & quarante Et plus avons mangez En cruels loups changés Chacun s'en mescontente. Nous sommes condamnés, Pour aller au supplice: Et au feu destinez, Pour si grande malice De Dieu le jugement Perpetuellement: Juste et équitable: Ne laissent tels forfaits N'y tels bourreaux infects Jamais impunissables. Messieurs ne souffrez pas Aller votre jeunesse Pour gouster les appas Des Sorciers qui sans cesse Blasphement en tout lieux Encontre le gray Dieu Et de leur maléfice Se vengent contre tous Car le Diable est jaloux De son divine service. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1606 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Lyrics to chant de Montgommery (1559): Combien est oublieux Qui se ¥åe à fortune! Encor' plus malheureux Qui par trop l'importune. En sont souvente fois Les princes et les roys En grand meschef et honte : Moy trs bien le cognois Que nagures j'estois De Mont-GommeryäóÖ comte. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Lyon: Simon Rigaud, 1606 'La Fleur du Rozier des Chansons Nouvelles' Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, werewolves Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lige URL <a href="https://play.google.com/books/reader?printsec=frontcover&output=reader&id=Zgr3Hd4UuUcC&pg=GBS.PA214" target="_blank">Recueil de chants historiques francais depuis le 12. jusqu'au 18. siecle, 2: Deuxieme serie</a> <a href="https://play.google.com/books/reader?printsec=frontcover&output=reader&id=zdg5AAAAcAAJ&pg=GBS.PA11" target="_blank">La fleur du Rozier des chansons</a> Subtitle Sur le chant de Montgommery. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Chanson nouvelle de deux hommes qui ont mangé quatre cens quarante neuf enfàs en forme de Loups, lesquels ont esté bruslés dans la ville de Liege, burning Male murder werewolves https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f1dc1b5ac44fd74b553349821fc68c5d.jpg b9eb82291fa6612e26c343207621756e https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ac92a7e98514f6028b68d1e535ec494f.jpg f1645c5cabedd0029229a4d4d2c0936f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5dac42bf29b9e716c7e67919dfa8388c.jpg 3fba7eafd635811898bd9c6a086d1691 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. air des Pendus Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics OR, écoutez, jeunes & vieux, L'histoire d'un homme fameux, Qui fait tant parler de sa vie, Et qui par sa grande industrie De paysan devint un Monsieur, C'est ce qui lui porta malheur. Il naquit donc en Dauphiné, Mandrin qu'on a déja roué, Pays si fertile en grands hommes. Avouons-le tant que nous sommes; Que tous les gens qui y sont nés Y voient bien plus loin que leur nez. Qui fut sa mere? on le sçait bien; son pere en lui fit un Vaurien: Mais enfin, quel qu'il dùt être, On lui donna de très-bons maîtres, Qui le firent en peu de mois Un vrai madré des plus adroits. Il n'avoit pas encore huit ans, Qu'il montroit déja des talens Beaucoup au-dessus de son âge: Tous les enfans de son Village, Ils l'appelloient le fin Renard. Mais il courut de grands hazards. Hélas! nous le sçavons bien tous Que le mérite a des Jaloux: A Grenoble ainsi qu'à Valence; Mandrin en fit l'expérience; Je m'en vais vous dire comment: Ecoutez attentivement. L'an mil sept cent cinquante-deux Antoine le cadet des deux, De Louis il étoit le frere, Pour certaine fâcheuse affaire, Fut pendu très-réellement Par ordre exprès du Parlement. Le même jour Louis, hélas! Fut roué, mais il n'y étoit pas; Car il le fut en effigie, Et si pour conserver sa vie, Il n'eùt pris la fuite bien fort, Il auroit été mis à mort. Elu Chef de Contrebandiers, A tous nos Seigneurs les Fermiers Il se mit à faire la guerre, Et sur les eaux & sur la terre. Dieu préserve ses serviteurs De la potence & des voleurs. On l'a vu dedans Montbrison A Bourg, à Clugny près Mâcon, Qui sont des pays de Cocagne, Et bien meilleurs que l'Allemagne, Enfiler avec grand fracas Les Commis & les Chapon gras. Il massacroit de tout côté, De personne il n'avoit pitié, Et les Dames toutes tremblantes S'enfuyoient avec leurs Servantes. Il ne craignoit Dieu ni le Roi, Le méchant n'avoit point de foi. Allant aux Bureaux de Tabac, Il en grapilloit plus d'un sac Qu'il vendoit à cent sols la livre, Il pilloit or, argent & cuivre; Aux Fermiers donnoit ses billets, Qui les trouvoient assez mauvais. Tôt ou tard le Dieu Souverain Punit un homme libertin. Il permit qu'aux portes de France, Mandrin, dormant sans défiance, Fut pris miraculeusement. Dieu lui pardonne au Jugement. Par des Gardes il fut enlevé, Qui le tinrent très-resserré. On le conduisit à Valence, Lieu remarquable dans la France. Quand il y fut emprisonné, Il parut un peu étonné. La Justice avec grand raison Le fit présenter à question, Pour lui faire avouer ses crimes, Au Puy, Beaune, Autun, ses victimes; Mais l'impoli fit un gros pet Pour dernier coup de pistolet. Le Juge pardonna le coup; Pour de sa bouche sçavoir tout, Mandrin avoua ses offenses. Mon ami, fais en pénitene: Si tu meurs aussi criminel, Tu feras un péché mortel. Or donc Monsieur le Juge en pleurs, Parloit comme un Prédicateur: Mais Mandrin s'amusoit à boire, Au lieu de changer & de croire Une troupe de gens pieux Qui venoient lui parler de Dieu. Une Dame de grand renom, Qui les visitoit en prison, L'exhortoit à sauver son ame; Mais l'Impie lui dit: Madame: Allant d'ici en Paradis, Combien compte-t'on de Logis? Le Malheureux ne vouloit point Se confesser en bon Chrétien; Il blasphémoit comme un Corsaire, Il envoyoit faire lanlaire Petits collets, grands capuchons, Sans y mettre trop de façons. Alors on dit que Monseigneur, Qui se connoit en Directeur, Lui en choisit un fort habile, Depuis peu venu à la Ville. Mon Pere, lui dit-il, je veux Que vous meniez Mandrin aux Cieux. Le Saint homme obéit d'abord. Il dit à Mandrin qu'il a tort. Mon enfant, ta cause est jugée; Tu vois ta fortune changée; Tu pourrois bien être roué, Et même perdre la santé. Je n'oserai jamais te voir Dans la peine & le désespoir. Tu seras en grandes détresses, Il faut donc que tu te confesses; Sinon, je t'assures aussitôt Que tu mourras en huguenot. Par la grace du Saint Esprit, Alors Mandrin se convertit; Il se confessa tout de suite: Son Confesseur plein de mérite, Sur l'Acte de Contrition, Lui donna l'Absolution. Il embrassa de tout son coeur Le Bourreau son Exécuteur. En passant devant une Eglise, Quoiqu'il n'eùt rien que sa chemise, Il fit la génuflexion, Tant il avoit de dévotion. Il fut conduit à l'échafaut, Que l'on avoit dressé bien haut; Sur la croix soudain on le couche: Le Bourreau n'ouvroit pas la bouche, Mais le Per lui dit, mon fils, Tu souperas en Paradis. Enfin le Bourreau lui cassa Les os des jambes & des bras, Avec ceux des reins & des cuisses. Et Mandrin pendant ses supplices, Prioit bien fort l'Agneau Paschal, Et disoit qu'on lui faisoit mal. Quand il eut les membres rompus, Sur la roue il fut étendu. A la fin par miséricorde, On lia son cou d'une corde, Par ordre de Monsieur Levet, Pour qu'on lui coupât le sifflet. Or prions tous dévotement Dieu & ses Saints semblablement, Qu'ils nous préservent de mal faire, Tant que nous serons sur la terre, De peur de tomber en Enfer Avec Judas & Lucifer. Peuple Chrétien, qui m'écoutez: De cet exemple profitez. Ne faites plus la Contrebande, Pleurez vos fautes qui sont grandes, Et vous pourrez comme Mandrin Faire une glorieuse fin. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1755 Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. smuggling, murder 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. Valence URL <a href="https://books.google.fr/books?id=C24GAAAAQAAJ&pg=PA307&lpg=PA307&dq=air+des+pendus&source=bl&ots=N7alkc1qEq&hl=fr&sa=X&ct=result#v=onepage&q&f=false" target="_blank">Recueil de romances historiques, tendres et burlesques, tant anciennes que modernes, avec les airs notés</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoikeXcrdW4%20" target="_blank">Youtube video</a> Subtitle augmentée de sa Mort. Sur l'air des Pendus. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis%C3%A9Mandrin" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>: Louis Mandrin ( February 11, 1725 - May 26, 1755) was a French brigand (highwayman) from Dauphiné. Mandrin has been called the Robin Hood of France. He became famous for his rebellion against the Ferme générale, the tax collecting agency of the French ancien régime (royal government). In his time, government taxes were levied on salt ( the gabelle), tobacco, and farming. The tax collectors, called fermiers, or (tax) farmers, were in charge of collecting all taxes for the king, but the total amount of the tax to be paid by the population was not specified; the tax collectors needed to pay only the pre-agreed amount to the king, but could exact unspecified sums themselves. Many of them were greedy and became wealthy and powerful through their exactions from the poor. The tax collectors were therefore hated by the people. Louis Mandrin was born at Saint-étienne-de-Saint-Geoirs, Dauphiné, a border province, in 1725. His family was well established in the region, but was no longer as prosperous as in the past. Louis's father, a horse merchant, died when Louis was 17, leaving nine children. Louis, the eldest, hecame head of the family. Mandrin's first run-in with the fermiers was in 1748. He was under contract to supply to French army in Italy with "100 mules minus three." Unfortunately, crossing the Alps was difficult and most of the animals died on the way to their destination, Saint-étienne-de-Saint-Geoirs. Mandrin had only 17 mules left when he arrived, and they were in such a sorry state that the tax collectors refused to pay him. Five years later, on July 27, 1753, Mandrin and his friend Benoît Brissaud were involved in a brawl and their opponents were killed. Brissaud was sentenced to death and Mandrin to the galleys. Mandrin managed to flee but Brissaud was caught and hanged in Breuil square (now Place Grenette) in Grenoble. On the same day, Mandrin's brother Pierre was hanged for counterfeiting. Mandrin declared a personal war against the tax collectors. Mandrin joined a gang of smugglers operating in the Cantons of Switzerland, France, and Savoy, which was then a sovereign state. They trafficked mainly in tobacco. Mandrin soon became head of this gang - a small army of some 300 men which he led and organised like a military regiment. They had warehouses for weapons and stolen goods in Savoy, and Mandrin believed himself out of the reach from the French authorities. During 1754 he organised six military-style campaigns. He and his men targeted only the most unpopular tax collectors, which gained them huge support from the local population. Mandrin bought goods (cloth, hides, tobacco, canvas and spices) in Switzerland, which he then resold in French towns without paying the Ferme Générale any of the tax due. The population was delighted with such bargains. Soon the French government passed laws forbidding the population to buy these smuggled goods. Mandrin reacted to the ban by going to Rodez and forcing Ferme Générale employees to buy his goods at gunpoint. The Ferme générale, exasperated by Mandrin's growing popularity, obtained help from the Royal Army, but Mandrin took refuge in Savoy, near Pont-de-Beauvoisin. The tax collectors then decided to enter the Duchy illegally, disguising their 500 men as peasants. Mandrin was betrayed by of two of his men, and the tax collectors seized him at a fortified farm in Rochefort-en-Novalaise. When the King of Savoy, Charles Emmanuel III of Sardinia, learned of the French intrusion into his territory, he immediately wrote to the French King Louis XV demanding that the prisoner be turned over to him, and the French King agreed. However, the tax collectors were so eager to be rid of Mandrin that they had hurried through his trial and execution before the king's message reached them. Mandrin was tried on May 24, 1755, and sentenced to be broken on the wheel, a penalty reserved for serious offenders, in Valence, Drôme on May 26. He was executed on May 26, 1755, in front of 6,000 onlookers, many of them sympathetic. His arms, legs and stomach were hit and broken with an iron bar and he was then hoisted on a wheel with his arms and legs under him. Mandrin endured the torture without a cry. After eight minutes, he was strangled to put an end to his suffering. His broken body was put on display. Many angry and sympathetic notes were left near the body. It was the beginning of the legend. Mandrin's struggle against the injustice of the Ancien Régime was discussed across Europe and the cause taken up by Voltaire (who compared him with the king of Prussia)[3][4] and Turgot. A popular ballad arose, the Complainte de Mandrin, that was sung throughout France and is still known today. Its author remains unknown. Extremely popular during his life, Mandrin remains famous to this day, in his native Dauphiné, in the Savoie and to a lesser degree, in the rest of France. A major film was made about him in 2011. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Te bien aimer ô ma chère Zélie Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics C'en est donc fait, j'entre dans ton abîme, Trépas fatal! Tu déchires mon coeur! Hélas, grand Dieu! je suis un traître indigne, Car j'ai trahi la patrie et l'honneur. Cruels remords! Mon supplice s'avance; Fatal argent, tu fus mon séducteur; Tu me fis croire, en trahissant la France, Que j'allais voir l'aurore du bonheur. Faut-il, hélas! qu'un intérêt sordide M'ait engagé à vendre les Français! Braves soldats, d'un pas ferme et rapide Je vais chercher le prix de mes forfaits. La trahison est le plus grand des crimes, Lorsqu'on trahit sa nation, son pays: Combien, grand Dieu! je faisais de victimes En fournissant nos plans à l'ennemi! J'avais juré d'être toujours fidèle A nos héros, ainsi qu'à l'Empereur; Mais je devins parjure et criminel; Peuple Français, ah! plaignez mon erreur. L'heure a sonné; l'instant fatal avance: Adieu parens, adieu le monde entier. Fais, Dieu puissant! qu'un instant de souffrance Par mes remords puisse tout expier! Par Collinger. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1812 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Michel Michel, convicted of treason during (?) Napoleonic wars. He worked in the offices of the War Ministry and was convicted of passing secrets to the Russians. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 36 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Composer of Ballad Par Collinger. URL <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=MtoJAAAAIAAJ&dq=michel+michel+trahison+cour+d%27assises&source=gbs_navlinks_s" target="_blank">Proces instruit par la Cour d'assises de Paris contre Michel Michel, Louis Saget, Louis-Francois-Alexandre Salmon</a> Subtitle Agé de 36 ans, né à Puttelange, département de la Moselle, demeurant à Paris, rue de la Planche, no 14, condamné à la peine de mort par la Cour d'Assises du département de la Seine, pour avoir trahi l'Etat. Tune Data No. 10. Te bien aimer o ma chere Zélie! As the title notes, this set of variations is based on a romance by Plantade - that is, Charles Henri Plantade, 1764-1839. The article of the first edition of the Grove Dictionary considers Plantade to have been the most successful of the composers in this genre, and this song in particular to have been his best . It was so well-known that many satirical songs were constructed using it as a basis, and is supposed to have sold 20,000 copies when it appeared in 1791. note below: L'air était si fameux au XIXe sicle que plusieurs versions, satiriques, politiques, poétiques, furent construites sur cette base musicale. Text: Te bien aimer, ô ma chre Zélie! Est pour toujours le charme de mon céur, Et désormais tout m'attache à la vie, Si mon amour suffit à ton bonheur. Pour apaiser le feu qui me dévore; Ce feu d'amour qui va me consumer; O ma Zélie! à l'amant qui t'adore, Donne un regard, un soupir. un baiser Va, ne crains pas d'abandonner ton âme Au sentiment que je veux t'inspirer; Rien ne plaît tant qu'une amoureuse flamme, Rien n'est plus doux que le plaisir d'aimer. // To love you well, o my dear Zélie! Is forever what charms my heart. And henceforth everything binds me to life, If my love is sufficient for your happiness. To sooth the fire which devores me, That fire of love which will consume me, O my Zélie, to the lover who adores you Give a look, a sigh, a kiss; Come, do not fear to abandon your soul To the feeling which I wish to inspire; Nothing is as pleasing as the flames of love, Nothing is as sweet as the pleasure of love. Image / Audio Credit BnF Franois Mittérand, Recueil de chansons Ye 56375, 161-240 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_French_Empire" target="_blank">Wikipedia, First French Empire:</a> The subsequent series of wars known collectively as the Napoleonic Wars extended French influence over much of Western Europe and into Poland. At its height in 1812, the French Empire had 130 départements, ruled over 44 million subjects, maintained an extensive military presence in Germany, Italy, Spain, and the Duchy of Warsaw, and could count Prussia and Austria as nominal allies. Early French victories exported many ideological features of the French Revolution throughout Europe. Seigneurial dues and seigneurial justice were abolished, aristocratic privileges were eliminated in all places except Poland, and the introduction of the Napoleonic Code throughout the continent increased legal equality, established jury systems, and legalized divorce. However Napoleon also placed relatives on the thrones of several European countries and granted many noble titles, most of which were not recognized after the empire fell. Historians have estimated the death toll from the Napoleonic Wars to be 6.5 million people, or 15% of the French Empire's subjects. In particular, French losses in the Peninsular War in Iberia severely weakened the Empire; after victory over the Austrian Empire in the War of the Fifth Coalition (1809) Napoleon deployed over 600,000 troops to attack Russia, in a catastrophic French invasion of the empire in 1812. The War of the Sixth Coalition saw the expulsion of French forces from Germany in 1813. Napoleon abdicated in 11 April 1814. The Empire was briefly restored during the Hundred Days period in 1815 until Napoleon's defeat at the Battle of Waterloo. It was followed by the restored monarchy of the House of Bourbon. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics CEdres hauts eslevés, au milieu des Campagnes, Et Rochers tres-puissants, ainsi que des Montagnes, Las! trembles tous à ce coup; tout saisis de frayeur! Voyant que la cognée, met à bas la Grandeur. Arrestes vous Ruisseaux, & prestes vos oreilles, Entendes en un mot, des estranges merveilles Perpetré depuis peu, parmy un Peuple Anglois, Escoutes, ô Chrestiens, un pitoyable cas! Une guerre Civile, s'estant esmeu entr'eux, Que te contraignit ô Roy, à te retirer d'eux, Pour te défendre mieux, & te garder d'embusches, Et n'estre pas surpris, de leurs fausses astuces. On le poursuit, le bat, contraint à la retraitte, Tous remplis de fureur, le nomment ROY sans TESTE, Apres plusieurs combats, il fuit dans une Ville, Où il est assiegé, de ces Gens incivile, En la fin, force luy est, d'en sortir finement, Assisté de quelqu'homme, pris dans un Regiment, Sortis il s'en alla, vers l'Armée Escossoise, Croyant le General, avoir l'ame courtoise. Mais l'inique perfide, pour tirer de l'argent, Le livre entre les mains, de ceux de Parlement, Qui sans riens respecter, Sa Majesté Royale, L'ont logé en Prison, d'un faon brutale, Là où ils l'ont tenu, par diverses années, Et traittant avec luy, par des fausses menées, En fin l'ont dégradé, de toute Seigneurie, Tesmoignant en cela, leur mal-heureuse envie, Cependant on meurtrit, on coupe, execute, Ceux qui tiennent pour luy, on tue, on persecute: Ayant force en main, on taille, la commune, On y change les Loys, sans en espargner Une. Des Sectes infinies, s'y font journellement, N'ayant en l'Evangile, aucun bon fondement, Le Parlement permet, tous mauvais sectataires, Moyennant de l'argent, pour eux, en pour la Guerre. Las! le peuple gemît, de telle tirannie, Mais si quelqu'un s'oppose, on luy oste la vie: Fairfax fait le fendant, avecque son Armé, Qu'il transmet & tracasse, par toute la Contrée, Ainsi le pauvre peuple, est par tout ravagé, Et jusqu'au dernier bout, de ces gens affligé; Chacun lamante, ayant l'Ame abatuö‚, Priant Dieu de leur rendre leur liberté perduö‚: On transmet le Roy, allant de place en place, Par des gens de Fairfax, ne parlans qu'en menace: Enfin ce pauvre Roy, supplie qu'on s'accorde, Rendant à la Patrie, la paix & la concorde. Dont ceux du Parlement, quelques-uns deputerent Et avant que partir, ensemble s'accorderent: Car le Roy lors ceda, à toutes leurs demandes, Sans nulles refuser, ou petites ou grandes. Mais! de rien ne te sert, ô Roy, ta liberalité, A des gens sanguinaire, remplis de cruauté, Tu prie qu'à ton peuple, la paix on vueille rendre Tes ennemis felons; de voir ton sang épandre, Car ce monstre de Fairfax, que l'Enfer enfanta, Armé d'une fureur, que le Diable alluma, Poursuit tout effrené, & tout bousti de rage, Le des-astre, la fin, de ce divin ouvrage, D'autre part, ce perfide, ce Demon de Cromwel, Ainsi que l'autre armé, d'un courage cruel, Ne cesse de crier, Qu'on oste, & crucifie Son souverain Seigneur, plein d'honneur & de vie: Moy tout plein de douleur, & de compassion, De voir un Roy Chrestien, & de la Nation, Traitté de ses sujets, de faon si cruelle; Je crie à des puants, paricides, rebelle: Les Cieux ont ils produits, des ames si étrange, Ou! le Diable a-il? produisant son mélange, La nature changé aux ventres de vos Mere, Estes-vous bien le fils, d'un si énorme Pere? Auries-vous bien le cour, si plein de perfidie, Que de vouloir oster, à vostre Roy la vie? Un Roy d'ancienne Race, qui ne vous a méfait, Si n'est que la douceur, estimies un forfait. Ha! vous le menaces, helas! quel arrogance, Est cela le respect, l'honneur, la reverence, Laquelle vous devez, rendre à sa Majesté? Qui vous donne l'audace, & telle liberté? C'est le Diable tout seul, dont estes les genies, Car Dieu n'est autheur, de telles felonies: Dieu est plein de pitié, & de compassion, Et le Diable cruel, déloyal, & felon. Dieu commande aux Sujets, d'obeö¿r à son Roy, Le Diable au contraire, de luy faire la Loy. Ha! je voy qu'on s'avance, quoy! que veut-on faire, Veut-on sacrifier, un des Dieux de la Terre? Quoy donc, c'est tout de bon, que le voules produire Dessus un Eschaffaut, pour servir de martyre? C'est doncques à ce coup, ô Brebis innocente, Que tu dois asouffir, ces ames tant méchante: Helas! quelle douleur, possede lors mon ame, Quand je t'entens monter, un degré tant infame; Quand sur un Eschaffaut, bien éloigné d'un Thrône, Je voy' qu'on veut oster, la Vie, & la Couronne. Helas! quel changement, de voir Sa Majesté, Au lieu des grands Seigneurs, d'un Bourreau assisté. Abandonné des tiens, & delaissé en proye Aux Demons de la terre, qui en ryent de joye. Quel changement helas! quand au lieu de ta Table, Couverte richement, de Tous, met delectable, Tu n'as qu'un Eschaffaut, tendu par tout du Noir, Signe esvident du mal, que tu dois recevoir. Pour Vaisselle un Bloc, avec peu d'artifice, Ta Majesté l'Agneau, pour un tel sacrifice, Ton Eschanson un Bouc, vilaine creature, Un Bourreau en effet, un Tigre de nature. Ha! cruel tu y vas, d'une rude démarche, Comment aurois-tu bien, en ton coeur tell'audace? Quoy! ton coeurs est-il confit, en incompassion? Et ton ame abruties, desnué de raison? Aurois-tu bien le coeur, que de ton Roy occire? Sauroyent bien tes yeux, regarder ce martyre? Sans perdre leur clarté, d'un sens évanouö¿s? Ou passer à l'instant, d'une frayeur saisis? Ha! tu prens la Cognée, regarde que veux faire, Dieu tient son oeil fiché, icy bas en la terre: Il voit ce qu'on veut faire, & tout ne souffrira, S'il l'endure à la fin, un jour s'en vengera. Ha! garde-toy indigne, du tout desnaturé, Ne touche pas ne touche, à ce Corps tout sacré, Que ton coeur putrefect, & que ta main impure, N'offense nullement, sa Royale Stature. O! la mal-heureux coup, ô! coup tres-mal-heureux! Je vois le Corps du Roy, dont il separe en deux: Ne touche ô! cruel, son Chef que je lamente, Mon mal est assés grand, je te prie ne l'augmente. O peuple furibont! nation sanguinaire: Vous avez bien osé, un Oinct de Dieu défaire. Vous avez comme Tigre, cruels & furieux, Osté la Vie au Roy, à vous donné dés Cieux, D'un si grand mal, quelle est vostre esperance? Qu'attendez-vous du Ciel, d'une si grand' offense? Vostre mal sans égal, vos injustes sentences, Et la mort d'un grand Roy, crient au Ciel vengeances! Quoy! vous ne pleures pas, helas! est-il possible, Qu'ayez en vos pechés, le coeur tant invincible? Quoy! vous ne pleures pas, & des Roches entieres, Comblées de douleurs, distillent des Rivieres. Les Bestes les plus farouches, gemisent par les champs; Et les Oyseaux de l'air, ont delaissé leurs chants. Quoy! vous estez insensible, & si n'avez au coeur Aucune repentance, ny aucune douleur. Je voy tout l'Univers, se lamenter & plaindre, Et vous ne craignans Dieu, vous ne voulez rien craindre. Les Poissons de la Mer, voyant un tel n'auffrage, Se cachent sous les Eaux, loin de vostre rivage. Et les Monts immobiles, ne cessent de trembler, Au bruit d'un si grand Coup, indigne de nommer. Bref; on ne voit en l'air, sur la terre, ou l'onde, Rien qui ne soit touché, de douleurs tres-profonde, Sinon [TO BE CONTINUED!!!] Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1649 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad French protest at execution of Charles I of England Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprimé en l'An mil six cens quarante-&-neuf. 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. London Subtitle Executé en public dans la Ville de Londres le 30. Ianvier 1649. Image / Audio Credit BL Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte et lamentations, faite sur la cruelle, & lamentable Mort, de Charle Stuart Roy d'Angleterre, d'Escosse, & d'Yrlande. beheading Male treason