1 50 166 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ccdb9cc2b90d9ae6a1766a0f9b665822.jpg f9539b27caf551d2c4472fded8803f9f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8084e3ecbdb5b4175c93d61143f3da4e.jpg 8b847f022b3233cbbb2a6f5e636cdb96 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Kommt her zu mir spricht Gottes Sohn Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:45%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:left;">Die ander Zeitung. 1. Komt her zu alle Christen-Leut und höret an mit Traurigkeit worvon ich jetzt will singen was sich kürzlich begeben hat so gar schröckliche Mordthat betrachts ihr Mensch[en K]inder. 2. In einem Flecken wol bekandt bey Sant Andrea in Karden ist es gennant darinn war [.]nge [.]essen zween Männer verrucht und Gottlos die [.]ichten an ein übel groß vom Teuffel so besessen. 3. Nun hört weiter ihr Menschen-Kind was sie begangen für grosse Sünd an ihren Weib und Kindern weil sie Gott nicht vor Augen ghan das [l]iebe Gebet auch unterlahn der Satan Platz thät finden. 4. In einem Dorff nich weit darvon die Männer da arbeiten thun um den Lohn bey einem Bauren treschen Getraid ihm etlich Tag was sie gemacht für ein Rahtschlag das ist wol zu betauren. 5. Der ein da zu dem andern redt wie er kein lust nach Haus mehr hät zu seinem Weib und Kindern sein Weib die sey stäts wider ihn was er auch gewinn sey als dahin er könnts nicht als erschwingen. 6. Der ander ihm zur Antwort gab Bruder nun merck was ich dir sag wir wollens also machen unsere Weib un' Kind schlage' zu todt damit wir kommen aus der Roht niemand weis um die Sachen. 7. Derselb Raht ihm gefallen thät der ihm der Bößwicht angeben hät durchs bösen Geist eingeben vom Bauren sie bald Abschied nahm wollen nach Haus auch einmahl gahn und sehen wie es thut stehen. 8. Unter wegen thut mich verstahn ein Knuttel schwer sie machen thun der ein voran thut gehen als er heim kam zu seinem Haus sein schwanger Frau ohn Forcht und graus thät ihn freundlich empfangen. 9. Beym Mörder kein Erbarmung war mit seinem Knüttel groß und shwär schlug er sie zu der Erden müste schmerzlich ihr Leben lahn die ander Frau so ihr Schwester war das Mord=Gschrey bald thät hören. 10. Sie laufft herben gar schnell und bald wolt sehen was für ein Gestalt es in dem Haus häben der Mörder aber grausamlich mit seinem Prügel jämmerlich zur Erden sie thät schlagen. 11. Daß sie aufgab den Geist alsbald der Bößwicht Mörderischer gestalt eilends ins Haus thät gehen zwey Kinder lagn in einem Bett die er auch willens zu Morden hät O Mensch laß dirs zu Herzen gehen. 12. Das eine schlug er bald zu todt O weh o weh der grossen Noht das ander auch dergleichen hat er geschlagen dergestalt hinter dem Bett es oben fallt thät doch beym Leben bleiben. 13. Als nun diser Bösewicht unfrum sein Weib und Kind gebracht hat um nach dem Raht seines Mitgsellen giengen sie beed gschwind wider fort samt werens sie nie gewesen an dem Ort widerum arbeint wöllen. 14. Noch etlich Tag arbeitens ihm darnach giengen sie wider hin die Weiber sie Tod funden haben sich übel über die maß weil sie gewesen auf der Straß seynd gstorben ihr Weib und kinder 15. Aber Gott in dem höchsten Thron wolt solches nicht ungrochen lahn das kleine Kind merck eben welches entrunnen aus dem Haus sagt wie sein Vatter hät mit grauß die Mutter bracht ums Leben. 16. Darauf man sie gefangen hat sie bald bekännt die übel that was sie begangen haben wie sie ihr eigen Fleisch und Blut das kein Thier oder Hund nicht thut ermord und bracht ums Leben. 17. Gar bald ein Weise Oberkeit das Urtheil gfällt über die beyd wie ihr jetzt sollet hören von wegen ihrer übelthat zu einer Warnun jung and alt daß sich keiner laß verführen. 18. Erstlich dem der sein Frau und Kind ermordet hat soll man geschwind auf die Richtstatt ausführen ihm seine Glieder mit dem Rad mit grossem Schmerzen schlagen ab weiter solt ihr anhören. 19. Drey Tag und Nacht O Christlichs Herz lebendig blieb er mit grossem Schmerz ein groß Geschrey thät führen zu letzt ganz kläglich gstorben ist betracht es wol mein frommer Christ hüt dich vor Satans Stricken. 20. Den andern Mann auch mit dem Rad hat hingericht auf der Wahlstatt sein Glieder abgestossen weil er ein solche bösen Rath zu solchem Mord gegeben hat den Knüttel helffen machen. 21. O Mensch laß dirs ein Warnung seyn betracht die Angst der Höllen-Pein hüt dich vor Schand und Sünden ruff allzeit an den lieben Gott Er wöll uns bhüten für Schand und Spott auf daß wirs Leben finden.</div> <div style="width:45%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:right;"> 1. Come here to [me] all Christian people and hear with sadness of what I will now sing what recently has happened How such shocking murders Look ye, people [and?] children. 2. In a well-known hamlet Saint Andrea in Karden it is called There were two men wicked and godless possessed by a great evil from the devil. 3. Now hear more my children How they committed great sin On their wives and children because they do not have God before their eyes Beautiful prayer ..also Satan finds a place. 4. In a village not far from there the men working there Do the reward for a peasant … each day what they make for a piece of advice that is good to entrust 5. The one here says to the other how he has no desire to return home to his wife and children His wife says to him again what wages he made before then he cannot now afford. 6. The other gave him for answer ‘Brother now mark what I say We should do like this: Our wives and children strike to death That way we come out clean no one will know about it.’ 7. His counsel pleased him He who the villain had boasted to That the evil spirit had entered From the village they soon took farewell Went at once to home To see how things stood. 8. On the way as I understand A hard truncheon they did make The one ahead to go as he came to his house his pregnant wife without fear or horror received him kindly. 9. The murderer had no mercy With his truncheon great and heavy He beat her to the earth Had to painfully her life ? The other woman who was her sister the murder cries soon did hear. 10. She ran .. fast and soon would see what kind of figure was in the house but the murderer was horribly with his club wretchedly striking her on the earth. 11. As soon as she gave up the ghost the murderous figure of the villain hurriedly went into the house two children lay in bed he also wanted to murder them O man take this to heart. 12. One he soon struck to death O woe O woe what great hardship The other also the same He beat in such a way that he fell behind the bed but he kept his life. 13. So when this impious villain Had brought his wife and child According to the advice of his partner they both went away again quickly They were never been together at the place Wanting to return to work. 14. After working several days Afterward they went back again The wife they put to death They have evil beyond all measure because they had been on the street they who murdered the wives and children. 15. But God in the highest throne Would not leave such unpunished Mark now the little child Who escaped from the house Tells how his father has, with horror, Robbed the mother of life. 16. Then were they caught Soon was known the evil That they had carried out On their own flesh and blood That no animal or dog would do Murder and rob of life. 17. Very soon a wise authority The judgment passed on both As you shall hear now That because of their evil actions A Warning to young and old To not let oneself be seduced. 18. First he who murdered his wife and child Was swiftly brought To the place of execution His limbs with the wheel In great pain beaten off. You shall hear more. 19. Three days and nights, O Christlike Heart he remained alive in great pain A great cry he made Then at last died out pitifully Consider it well my devout Christian Beware of Satan's knitting. 20. The other man was also on the wheel Executed on the Wahlstatt His members torn off Because he gave such evil counsel for such a murder Helping to make the bludgeon. 21. Oh Man, let this be a warning Consider the fear of hell-torment Beware of sin and shame Call at all times in the dear Lord He will keep us from shame and ridicule So that we may find life. </div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Language Language ballad is printed in German Date Date of ballad 1677 Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. wheel Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Subtitle …Von zwey schändlichen Mördern/ welche in einem Flecken bey Sanct Andrea in Karnden ihre eigenen Weib und Kinder ermordet und umgebracht… Translation: Of two shameful murderers who in a hamlet by Saint Andrea in Karnden murdered their own wives and children. Why they were then executed from life to death for that evil in St. Andrea. This warning given many times in print. To the tune of: Come unto me says God's son. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ccdb9cc2b90d9ae6a1766a0f9b665822.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="800"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8084e3ecbdb5b4175c93d61143f3da4e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="460" height="800"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Composer of Tune Composer of tune to which the ballad is set Georg Grünwald Date Tune First Appeared 1530 Image / Audio Credit VD17, 75:703199T. <a href="http://www.gbv.de/vd/vd17/75:703199T" target="_blank">VD Lied Digital.</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Zwey warhafftige und erschröliche neue Zeitung German Male murder wheel https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/316b567fe9e53c432b28b25993a298d1.jpg fa77d9ef8f761c1a89e8e9947f040d1a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. C'est une chanson dans la nuit Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Raul Habas 28 ans, Espagnol, cordonnier et fossoyeur, le 8 octobre 1931, à Tarbes (Hautes-Pyrénées), enlève Asuncion Osorno, dix ans, la viole dans une allée du nouveau cimetière Saint-Jean avant de l'étrangler. Condamné à mort le 21 juin 1932, gracié le 9 septembre 1932. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Encore un crime atroce, épouvantable Commis par un sauvage, Par une brute, un bandit misérable Qui, pour assouvir sa rage, S'est acharné sur une pauvre enfant, Une fillette gentille, Et sans pitié pour cette jeune fille, L'assassine lâchement. Language Language ballad is printed in French 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. rape and murder Date Date of ballad 1931 URL https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k632664x/f2.item.r=Tarbes.zoom Composer of Ballad Chabanay Composer of Tune Composer of tune to which the ballad is set Jean RODOR & DOMMEL/R. DESMOULINS Date Tune First Appeared 1918 Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Image / Audio Credit Société des Amis de Villefranche et du Bas-Rouergue, <a href="https://complaintes.criminocorpus.org/complainte/un-crime-affreux-a-tarbes-une-fillette-de-10-ans-e/">Crimino Corpus record </a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/316b567fe9e53c432b28b25993a298d1.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Un crime affreux à Tarbes, une fillette de 10 ans est emportée dans un cimetière, tuée et violée French guillotine Male murder rape https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/28bcb2b612578b2e5d550837c57eb97a.gif 42e603cdb1698d7e8dad208a80a7a428 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Aim Not Too High (<a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune My Foe</a>) Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad William Harrison is murdered by his servant, and the servant's brother and mother. They are punished but claim that Harrison will return alive again within seven years. Two years later Harrison, who had been in Turkey, returns and it is believed that Widow Perry, the mother, was actually a witch who had bewitched him. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics AMongst those wonders which on early are shown, In any age there seldom hath béen known, A thing more strange then that which this Relation, Doth here present unto your observation. In Glocestershire as many know full well, At Camben Town a Gentleman did dwell, One Mr. William Harrison by name, A Stewart to a Lady of great fame. A Widdow likewise in the Town there was, A wick wretch who brought strange things to pass, So wonderful that some will scarce receive, [...]hese lines for truth nor yet my words beleive. [...] such as unto Cambden do resort, Have surely found this is no false report, Though many lies are dayly now invented, This is as true a Song as ere was Printed. Therefore unto the story now give ear, This Widow Pery as it doth appear, And her two sons all fully were agréed, Against their friend to work a wicked déed. One of her Sons even from a youth did dwell, With Mr. Harrison who loved him well, And bred him up his Mother being poor, But sée how he requited him therefore. For taking notice that his Master went, Abroad to gather in his Ladies rent, And by that means it was an usual thing, For him great store of money home to bring. He thereupon with his mischevous mother, And likewise with his vile ungodly Brother, Contriv'd to rob his Master, for these base And cruel wretches were past shame and grace. One night they met him comming into Town, And in a barbarous manner knockt him down, Then taking all his money quite away, His body out of sight they did convey. But being all suspected for this déed, They apprehended were and sent with spéed, To Glocester Goal and there upon their Tryal, Were guilty found for all their stiff denyal. JT was supposed the Gentleman was dead, And by these wretches robd and Murthered, Therefore they were all thrée condem'd to death, And eke on Broadway-hill they lost their breath. One of the Sons was buried with his Mother, Vnder the Gibbet, but the other Brother, That serv'd the Gentleman was hang'd in Chains, And there some part of him as yet remains. But yet before they died they did proclaim Even in the ears of those that thither came, That Mr. Harison yet living was And would be found in less then seven years space. Which words of theirs for truth do now appear For tis but two year since they hanged were, And now the Gentleman alive is found Which news is publisht through the Countrys round But lest that any of this truth shall doubt, Ile tell you how the business came about This Widow Pery as tis plainly shown Was then a Witch although it was not known. So when these Villains by their mothers aid Had knockt him down (even as before was said) They took away his money every whit, And then his body cast into a pit. He scarce was come unto himself before Another wonder did amaze him more, For whilst he lookt about, he found that he Was suddainly conveyd unto the Sea. First on the shore he stood a little space And thence unto a rock transported was, Where he four days and nights did then remain And never thought to see his friends again. But as a Turkish ship was passing by Some of the men the Gentleman did spy, And took him in and as I understand, They carried him into the Turkish Land. And there (not knowing of his sad disaster) They quickly did provide for him a Master, A Surgeon or of some such like profession, Whose service he performed with much discretion. It séems in gathering Hearbs he had good skill, And could the same excéeding well distil, Which to his Master great content did give, And pleas'd him well so long as he did live. But he soon dyd, and at his death he gave him, A piece of plate that so none should enslave him, But that his liberty be might obtain, To come into his native land again. And thus this Gentleman his fréedom wrought; And by a Turky Ship from thence was brought; To Portugal, and now both safe and sound, He is at length arrived on English ground. Let not this séem incredible to any, Because it is a thing afirmed by many, This is no feigned story, though tis new, But as tis very strange tis very true. You sée how far a Witches power extends, When as to wickedness her mind she bends, Great is her Malice, yet can God restrain her, And at his pleasure let her loose or chain her. If God had let her work her utmost spight, No doubt she would have kild the man outright, But he is saved and she for all her malice, Was very justly hang'd upon the Gallows. Then let all praise to God alone be given, By men on earth as by the Saints in heaven, He by his mercy dayly doth befriend us, And by his power he will still defend us. 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. murder, witchcraft Gender Gender of the person being executed. multiple Date Date of ballad 1662 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Gloucester Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Subtitle formerly Stewart to the Lady Nowel of Cambden, who was supposed to be Murthered by the Widow Pery and two of her Sons, one of which was Servant to the said Gentleman. Therefore they were all three appprehended and sent to Gloucester Goal, and about two years since arraigned, found guilty, condem|ned, and Executed upon Broadway hill in sight of Cambden, the mother and one Son being then buried under the Gibbet, but he that was Mr. Harrisons Servant, hanged in Chains in the same place, where that which is remaining of him may be seen to this day, but at the time of their Execution, they said Mr. Harrison was not dead, but ere seven years were over should be heard of again, yet would not confess where he was, but now it ap[...]ears the Widow Pery was a witch, and after her Sons had ro[...]d him, and cast him into a Stone Pit, she by her witch-craft conveyed him upon a Rock in the Sea near Turkey, where he remaind four days and nights, till a Turkish Ship coming by, took him and sold him into Turky, where he remained for a season, but is now through the good providence of God returnd again safe to England, to the great wonder and admiration of all that know the s[...]me. This is undenyably true, as is sufficiently testified by the Inhabitants of Cambden, and many others thereabouts. To the Tune of, Aim not too high. Image / Audio Credit Bodleian 18713, Wood 401(191), <a href="http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/edition/18713">Bod18713</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/28bcb2b612578b2e5d550837c57eb97a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Truth brought to light. Or, Wonderful strange and true news from Gloucester shire, concerning one Mr. William Harrison English Female hanging hanging in chains Male murder witchcraft 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/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/79a7bbd9a44a9b0c284233d444c6ce1c.png 71a69f4cdfbc70dc84bad144396d4d1e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 1540 Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The Gospell. NOwe it is true, that I harde tell Whiche to me is no great meruell Barnes the bolde / the vicar of hell In learnynge som sayde, he dyd excell Yet he expoundeth, wronge the gospell Wrestyng and wrythyng it lyke a false fryer. Which hath brought hym to a fayre fyer. Of prechynge Many he hath / to the trade brought By his teachynge and preachyng, in pulpyt al ofte Sayenge (we haue founde) that no ma[n] hath sought Our wyttes, our lernynge, the spryte in vs wrought Deceyuyng the people / tyl his workes came to nought Suche was the study, of the false fryer Who is now brent, in a fayre fyer. Of fastyng and praying. His carnall belly-ioye, whiche neuer wolde faste carnall] carnanall 1540 Gullynge and drynkynge, as he wolde braste Despysyng al prayers / sayeng our wynd we dyde waste And all holy sayntes, he dyde out_caste To turne mens hertes, tyl nowe at the laste He is prouyd an herytyke, and a false lyer And brent to poudre, in a fayre fyre. Of Dissimulacion. Many thynges / he wolde, haue brought to passe. [Through dissymulacion / ................................] leaf bisected, with loss of text here and in the next line To blynde the people [styll, warne and .................] But what he thought (the Sacrament was) I wyll not iudge, but we maye synge, and say (alas) That euer was borne, this Antechrist fryer Which by true iudgement, was brent in the fyer. Of Holy-breade and Holy-water. God blessed the erth, and the fyrst creature That euer was made of, mans nature Moche more blessed is he, that is our sauyour Receyuyng his baptysme / blessed the water In thy name Iesus, the worlde to endure This name ones spoken, with hartty desyre Shall halowe / both bread, water and fyer. Of lawe, Yf his great-graund-father /longe had ben suffered Both gods lawe, and mans lawe, wold haue ben subuertid Lyke bestyall beastes, we shulde then haue raygned Wtout lawe or good ordre, he had so Imagynyd After the luteryan fasshyoned, but god be thanked To put in our Kynges hed: further to enquyre Of the false heretyke, and braynles fryer. Of Prestes to haue wyues. ¶All thynges in commune, is the luteryans lyfe A preest / a fryer, must nedes haue a wyfe Who wolde blame Barnes then, to begyn the stryfe Betwene the spyrytuall, and temporall, it was ryfe It grudged, good mens conscyence, this great myschefe And the conuycyous wordes of the false fryer Whiche for his heresyes, is burnt in a fayre fyer. Of Repentaunce. O howe [lyk]e / a Christen man he dyed hole torn in leaf, with loss of text here and in the next line Styffly hol[dy]nge / his handes by his syde Sayeng, yf euer were any saynt / that dyed I wyll be one / that must nedes be tryed Without repentaunce, the deuyll was his gwyde All this he sayd / lyke a false lyer Yet all coulde not saue hym, from the fayre fyer. Of Presumpcion. To se the pryde / and great presumpcyon Of the false heretyke, that wolde become A saynt in the deuyls name, throughe dissimulacyon Without gods mercy / it is his confusyon I praye god there be no mo (I saye but mom) Awaye with hym, away with hym, quod barnes the fryer Somtyme in the pulpyt, and nowe in the fyer Of Reliquis. Hys stampynge, his starynge, is [.......]ne. leaf torn away, with loss of text here and in the two following lines Thankes be to god, and our kyng a[l]one And that I myght haue, of hym a stynky[nge] bone To make it a relyke / for he sayd, there is none That he coulde fynde, in Mathewe or in Iohnn Whether he sayd true / or spake lyke a lyer Let other trye the trueth / for he was / an heretyke fryer Of a Marter. [O] holy Barnes / of all Heretykes the father leaf damaged [Y]e be a saynte / yet ye [be no confessour] leaf bisected, with loss of text here and in the next line [..........................................] [Sm]ylynge and iestynge / when ye lyste clatter leaf damaged with loss of text here and in the following three lines [Bu]t I thynke surely, ye be a stynkynge marter [W]ho that thynketh contrary, thynketh lyke a lyer L[e]t hym that so thynketh / beware of the fyer Of his Newe lernynge. Take hede and beware / of his false doctryne And to bele[u]e Christes churche, let vs inclyneletter illegible Our hertes to god, and to our kynge, both thyne and myne To serue them truely / with hart diuyne Then mayst thou saye, thou drawest the tr[ewe] lyne leaf damaged with loss of text here and in the following two lines Le[t] of his newe lernyng, I the requyre An[d] gyue [n]o credence, to the heretyke fryer [A]nd nowe louyngly, let vs all [with o]ne voyce pray. leaf damaged with loss of text here and in the next line For the preseruacyon, of Henry, our m[ost no]ble kynge And katherine / our Quene, that they togyther may Prosperously contynue, to theyr hertes desyrynge, And Edwarde our Prynce that most angelyke thyng That they all-togyther, may long lyue and reste And after with hym to raygne / Qui in celis est Amen. God saue the Kynge. Imprynted at London in Pater_noster_rowe by Iohnn_Redman, for Richard_bankes, Cum priuilegio Regali. et Ad imprime[n]dumimprimendum] imprimemdum 1540 solum Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Robert Barnes (c. 1495 – 30 July 1540) was an English reformer and martyr, burned for heresy under Henry VIII. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. heresy Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Smithfield, London Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: John Redman for Richard Bankes, 1540 URL <a href="https://www.otago.ac.nz/english-linguistics/tudor/Barnes1473-5.html" target="_blank">'The Study and Fruits of Barnes Burned in West Smithfield'</a>, Textbase of Early Tudor English Website, The University of Otago More information on Robert Barnes' execution in <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=DTTVBAAAQBAJ&pg=PA285&lpg=PA285&dq=ballad++heretic&source=bl&ots=8ifn1g7H3C&sig=rITSXuLuJ5nIWs5rxB-2dvEWyIQ&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjz6rvgjb7bAhXEnJQKHeRwCbsQ6AEIUDAG#v=onepage&q=ballad%20%20heretic&f=false" target="_blank">The Cambridge History of Early Modern English Literature</a>, edited by David Loewenstein and Janel Mueller. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/79a7bbd9a44a9b0c284233d444c6ce1c.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Foxe's Book of Martyrs Plate IV - Barnes and his Fellow-Prisoners Seeking Forgiveness, by Joseph Martin Kronhein (<a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Joseph_Martin_Kronheim_-_Foxe%27s_Book_of_Martyrs_Plate_IV_-_Barnes_and_his_Fellow-Prisoners_Seeking_Forgiveness.png" target="_blank">Wikimedia Commons</a>). This work is in the <a class="extiw" title="en:public domain" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/public_domain">public domain</a> in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the <a class="extiw" title="w:List of countries' copyright length" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries%27_copyright_length">copyright term</a> is the author's life plus 100 years or less. Subtitle borned in west smythfelde in London the .xxx. daye of Iuly in the .xxxii. yeare of the raygn of our Soueraygne Lorde Kynge Henry the viij. Newely compyled, and nowe newely Imprynted. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource This lytle treatyse declareth the study and frutes of Barnes burning English heresy Male 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/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/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/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/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/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/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/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. 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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/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/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/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/a1ddc46203bb436fa114de0f9e8b883e.jpg d0cb30369aee17e1b243d00e9baa1e49 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170">Russell's Farewell</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics WIth melting Eyes and bleeding Heart, of Grief and Heaviness, Before this Life I do depart, my Sins I here confess, The which alas! are manifold, and of a scarlet Dye; The Bloud I shed, does, now behold, for fearful Vengeance cry. The Laws of God and Man I broke, by lewd unlawful ways, And therefore now Death's fatal stroke, will end my wretched days; Mercy, I'm sure, they cannot show to such a one as I, My scarlet Sins, they do, I know for fearful Vengeance cry. I must acknowledge to my shame, the Road I did frequent, So rich and poor where-e'r I came, tho' ne'r so innocent, I robb'd them of their Wealth with speed, such was my villany; But now my Heart begins to bleed, my Sins for Vengeance cry. Amongst my many Crimes, at last a Quaker's Bloud I spilt, Which does my hope of Glory blast, my Soul is stain'd with guilt; I murder'd him, and robb'd his Wife, for which I come to die; But, oh! the Sins of my lewd Life does for just Vengeance cry. At Stone-bridge, near to Kingsland- Town, I did my Pistol load, I shot him, and he soon dropt down, and dy'd there in the Road; His Wife, when she the Pistol hears, it was a sad surprize, By him she shed a flood of Tears, to hear his Groans and Cries. I took away what Gold they had, and likewise Silver too; Then after that, a little Lad I likewise did pursue; I spared neither Rich nor Poor, such was my villany, Alas! my wicked Sins therefore, does for just Vengeance cry. When I this wicked Deed had done, my Heart was harden'd sure, Tho through the Town the news did run, I thought myself secure; But Justice fairly found me out, condemn'd I am to die, My bloudy Sins, I make no doubt, they did for Vengeance cry. A wicked Creature I have been, unto a high degree; But now the Soul-amazing Sin, of Murther startles me, The fearful wrath of God I dread, as being brought to die, Because the Bloud which I have shed, does for just Vengeance cry. There's few or none regards my moan, because I was enclin'd, To covet that which wan't my own, a just Reward I find; It is no more than what is fit, that I should die, for why The Murther which I did commit, does for just Vengeance cry. All you that sad Spectators are, of this my shameful end, Afford me now a Christian-prayer, my Soul to God commend; For tho' I liv'd in Wickedness, yet since I come to die, A hearty Sorrow I express, for all my Villany. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1696 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed for J. Blare, at the sign of the Looking-glass on London-bridge Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Stonebridge, near Kingsland Tune Data Reference: Russell's Farewell BBB pp 621-624 Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.161; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20780/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20780</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a1ddc46203bb436fa114de0f9e8b883e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="350"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The last Dying Lamentation of Thomas Randall, who was arraign-ed and found guilty of the Murther of Roger Levins, at Stone-bridge, near Kings-land, for which he received the due Sentence of Death, and was accordingly Executed and Hang'd in Chains at the said Bridge, on the 29th of this Instant January. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE Mournful Murtherer: hanging in chains Male murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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/30b1e13b51c5dd7eebc8603192f293d0.jpg 301cb01f390923fc64d2ecc99f8c1885 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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/1208">Tender hearts of London City</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics P Ride the bane of humane creatures, will corrupt the best of natures, when it soars to its full height, who can stand it or command it, when the object is in sight? Reason is no more our jewel, When our dearest thoughts are cruel, all her Maxims are forgot: Else what reason, was for Treason, or this base inhumane Plot. Russel that injoy'd the treasure, Every way repleat with pleasure, had Allegience quite forgot: Hopes of Risiing did advise him, to this base inhumane Plot. Who alas! could he desire, That himself could not require, pride did only his besott; To aspire to grow higher, By a base inhumane Plot. Safely might have liv'd for ever, In a gracious Princes favour, and more honour there have got: Then his thoughts what e're they wrought, By any base inhumane Plot. Those false hopes that did deceive him, With his nature will not leave him, nor with his poor body rot: Whilst records, the world affords, his Treason ne'r will be forgot. Better be the Earl of Bedford , Then for Treason loose his Head for't, and to make his name a blot: In each Lybel as a Rebbell, In a base inhumane Plot. If his Prince had ever left him, Or of any Grace bereft him, e're his Treason force his Lot: Yet Obedience and Allegience, should have kept him from this Plot. Treason is a Crime 'gainst nature, Against Kings the highest matter, sure can never be forgot: he that blames him does prophane him and his soul is in the Plot. Russel dy'd then unlamented, By all men but who consented to this damn'd inhumane Plot: To Distroy the Nations joy, the King and Monarchy should Rot. But Heavens preserve the Crimson Royal And bring all the rest to tryal who Alegience have forgot: And confounded be each Round-head, in this damn'd inhumane Plot. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1683 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Lord William Russell was one of those implicated in the Rye House plot against Charles II and James, Duke of York, early in 1683. Although he pleaded not guilty and there seems to have been little ground for suspecting him, he was convicted of high treason and exeuted July 21, 1683. A number of good-night ballads were written upon his death (Simpson 1966). Ketch's execution of Lord Russell at Lincoln's Inn Fields on 21 July 1683 was performed clumsily; in a pamphlet entitled The Apologie of John Ketch, Esquire he alleged that the prisoner did not "dispose himself as was most suitable" and that he was interrupted while taking aim. On that occasion, Ketch wielded the instrument of death either with such sadistically nuanced skill or with such lack of simple dexterity - nobody could tell which - that the victim suffered horrifically under blow after blow, each excruciating but not in itself lethal. Even among the bloodthirsty throngs that habitually attended English beheadings, the gory and agonizing display had created such outrage that Ketch felt moved to write and publish a pamphlet title Apologie, in which he excused his performance with the claim that Lord Russell had failed to "dispose himself as was most suitable" and that he was therefore distracted while taking aim on his neck. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball, in West-Smithfield. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lincoln's Inn Field Composer of Ballad John Dean Tune Data Tender Hearts of London Cirty (Simpson 1966, p.699-701). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/30b1e13b51c5dd7eebc8603192f293d0.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="800" height="532"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit National Library of Scotland - Crawford, Shelfmark: Crawford.EB.1018; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/34353/image" target="_blank">EBBA 34353</a> Subtitle VVho was Beheaded for High Treason, in Lincolns Inn Fields, JULY 21st. 1683. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Lord RUSSELS Farewel beheading high treason Male 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. 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Poor Georgy Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A S I went over London Bridge all in a misty morning, There did I see one weep and mourn, lamenting for her Georgy, His time it is past, His life it will not last, Alack and alas! there is no Remedy, Which makes the heart within me Ready to burst in three To think on the death of poor Goergy George of Oxford is my name, and few there's but have known me, Many a mad prank have I plaid but now they've overthrown me, My time it is past, etc. Oh! then bespake the Lady Gray, i'le haste me in the morning; And to the Judge i'le make my way, to save the life of Georgy. His time it is past, His life else it may cost, Alack and alas! is there no remedy? It makes the heart within me Ready to burst in three To think on the death of poor Georgy. Go Saddle me my milk-white Steed, go Saddle me my bonny, That I may to New-Castle speed, to save the life of Georgy. His time it is past, etc. But when she came the Judge before full low her knee she bended, For Georgy' s life she did implore, that she might be befriended. His time may be past, His life else it may cost, Alack and alas! is there no Remedy? It makes the heart within me Ready to burst in three To think on the death of poor Georgy Oh rise, ah rise, fair Lady Gray, your suit cannot be granted; Content pour self, as well you may, for Georgy must be hanged. His time it is past etc. She wept she waild she rung her hands and ceased not her mourning; She offer'd Gold she offer'd Lands, to save the life of Georgy. His time it is past. etc. George's Confession. I Have travell'd through the Land, and met with many a man, Sir; But Knight or Lord I bid him stand he durst not make an answer. But my thread it is spun, My glass is almost run, Alack and alas! there is no remedy; Which makes my heart within me Ready to burst in three To die like a Dog, (says poor Georgy ) The Brittain bold that durst deny his mony for to tender, Th'o he were stout as valiant Guy I forc'd him to surrender. But now my thread is spun, etc. But when the mony I had got, and made him cry pecavi, To bear his charge and pay his shot a Mark or Noble gave I. But my thred it is spun, etc. The Ladies when they had me seen would ne'r have been affrighted To take a dance upon the Green with Georgy they delighted. But now my thred it is spun, etc. When I had ended this our wake and fairly them bespoken, Their rings and jewels would I take to keep for a Token. But now my thread is spun, etc. The hue and cry for George is set, a proper handsome fellow, With Diamond-Eyes as black as jet, and Locks like Gold so yellow. His time is past, etc. Long it was with all their art, e're they could apprehend him, But at the last his valiant heart no longer could defend him. His time it was past, etc. I ne'r stole Horse nor Mare in my life nor Cloven-foot or any, But once six of the kings white steeds and I sold them to Bohemia. His time it was past, etc. Georgy he went up the hill, and after followed many, Georgy was hanged in silken string, the like was never any. His time it was past, His life will not last, Alack and alas! there is no remedy, etc. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1683 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby in West-smithfield, at the Sign of the Golden Ball, near/ the Bear Tavern in Pye Corner. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. theft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit Houghton Library - Huth, EBB65H; Pepys 2.150 (cf. Roxburghe 4.53, EBBA ID: 31352); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/35226/xml" target="_blank">EBBA 35226</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/bee458bdd86c0297e47c19024ca610cf.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Life and Death of George of OXFORD hanging Male theft Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1734 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Boston, Printed and sold by Thomas Fleet, at the Heart and Crown in Cornhill., 1734. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Boston Neck Subtitle who was appointed to be executed on Boston Neck, the 17th of October, 1734. Written with his own hand, the day before he was to suffer; and recommended to all people, for their serious perusal. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet location: AAS Record Number: 0F2F81DEE2D11600, Record Number: w017512. Recorded in 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/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 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/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/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/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/95690493a943c43e8f51dfc27a2a7dc1.jpg ca33d045422445d0cd7f27cdf4ec77e9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Follow bonny Lad: Or, The High-way Man's Delight Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics F Ollow bonny Lad, By the High-way side, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me as I love thee, then let us gang both together. And if we meet a Man, We'l cause him to stand, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l make him stand both together. Be it better, be't worse, We will take his Purse, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will take it both together. And than by and by, Follow the Hue and Cry, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l both be taken together. And [then in a Cart,] We'l [be carry'd] to York, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l both be carry'd together. Then over Mount-Hill, And by the Mill, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, one pint we will drink together. And then we must lye Until the next Assize, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, there we will lye together. And the next Assize, We must be Trappiz'd, my own dear loving B rother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we both will Swing together. With the Mattock and Spade, Our Graves shall be made, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l lye in a Grave together. But let us not be Fearful whilst free, my own dear loving Brother ; For if thou love me, as I love thee, we will fight and dye together. For a Knight of the Padd, Should never be sad, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, we will be merry together. Let what will come, We know our Doom, my own dear loving B rother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will cast away fear together. Our Booty we'l share, And take no futher care, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will spend it both together. Our Lasses and our Wine, Our Wits shall refine, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will share them both together. At nothing we'l grieve, So Silver we have, my own dear loving Brother; For if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, what we do we'l do together. Men of our Profession, Move by Discretion, my own dear loving B rother; And if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l jovially move together. Goals we will Contemn, Till we fall into them, my own dear loving B rother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l wear the stone doublet together. But as we now are, Let us have a care, my own dear loving Brother; And if thou love me, as I love thee, let us have a care toghther. O let us-still beware, Of the wretced Snare, my own dear loving Brother; And if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, O let us have a care together. O to dye in a Rope, Wilt destroy all our hope, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, if we dye we'l dye both together. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A fictional cautionary ballad, warning against highway robbery and imagining punishment for highwaymen. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Wright, I. Clark, VV. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery, theft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.157; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20777/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20777</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/95690493a943c43e8f51dfc27a2a7dc1.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="350"></iframe> Subtitle Or, Nevison's Last Legacy to the Knights of the High-Padd; By way of Caution, to deter them from following their Unlawful Enterprizes. Being a most Pleasant New Song, greatly in Request both in City and Country. Beware all you that set Unlawful Game, Least in the end your selves you sadly shame; Hemp is a fatal Weed, and spoils the growth Of many a rash and unadvised Youth: Then timely warning take er'e 'tis too late, And by that warning shun untimely Fate. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE High-way Mans Advice To his Brethren. hanging Male robbery theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c3a90345ba6a3a3a9902b54797147bb8.jpg 256e2cf0c2c011428bf87927aa4153b9 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2961d3ed3061f41c99c3e2e6aedd41be.jpg b0d4890b69f805098504697aa29479cc https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/11c8bbc3c93bb75e565c5484e18bd2cf.mp3 24b77eb95b249d5ccfe0597e656b7fc8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Unto you all this day, my faults I do declare, Alas! 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/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/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/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 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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/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/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 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/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/a071f62d366af5ea866749cce5fc01e5.mp3 23806da3246ca66760956da6ce69f03c https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/01617e8be95518f90a3d8b069bdc245b.jpg a522d700f98c62ce4dcf1986d15f5de4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GOod People all I pray attend, and mind This Mournful Ditty and you'll quickly find, That cruel Sins does in this Kingdom Reign, Of which we have just reason to Complain. To see how Men run on their wicked Race With eagerness, as being void of Grace; Taking delight in those Notorious Crimes, Which are the cause of our Distracted times. Some Men with wanton Harlots leads their Life, And slights the kind Embraces of a Wife; Till ruin and destruction proves their fate, And then at length Repentance comes too late. As by these Mournful Lines it will appear, John Chambers, living in fair Warwick-shire, And at the Town of Tanworth, I declare, A loose lascivious life he did lead there. Keeping a wanton Harlot Company, But for his loving Wife continually He then abus'd, and likewise hated so. That at the length it prov'd his overthrow. That he those sinful pleasures might enjoy, Alas! he study'd dayly to destroy The Life of his right lawful loving Bride, Unto that end he many methods try'd. As from her Brothers House with him she went, His cruel heart to wickedness was bent; He did attempt to Drown her by the way, Yet Providence preserved her that day. Tho' at this time he could not have his will, His most inraged Malice reigned still; So that he neither night nor day could rest, Making the thoughts of Murder in his breast. Two Soldiers then he labour'd to employ, In this most horrid cruel Villany; Yet tho' he proffer'd them large Money then, They would not be such bloody-minded Men. Tho' he did with these disappointments meet, Yet he was still resolved to compleat This bloody Murther on his loving Wife, And in short space bereave her of her Life. He hir'd then a Servant of his own, Declaring that it never would be known. This said, the Wretch did not disputing stand, But straightways took the Bloody work in hand. Now while they did their Treachery conceal, Poor heart, who was set at her Spinning-Wheel, Free from the thoughts of either dread or fear, Who little knew her Death was drawing near. Servant and Master being both agreed, A Muskuet straight they Charge, and Load with speed; The Servant coming to his harmless Dame, He Shot her through the Body with the same. Just as she had receiv'd the fatal Wound, And languishing, lay sprawling on the ground, Her Husband came for to Salute her then, Like a false wretch, the very worst of Men. But she (alas) refus'd his Judas Kiss, And with her dying voice, she told him this: By Murther now you have procur'd my death, And with those words she yielded up her breath, Master and Man was then to Prison sent, In order for a Lawful Punishment: Nay, likewise when Assizes came at last, They for this Murder was Arraign'd and Cast. Now on the day that he was brought to Dye, The Master call'd to all the standers by; Wishing that they by him might warning take, And all lewd Womens Company forsake. For they alone, alas! has Ruin'd me, And now this day my dismal Doom I see; Had I been kind and loving to my Wife, I might have liv'd a long and happy Life. Farewel the World, and all vain Pleasures here, Good God, when I before thy Throne appear, Altho' my Sins are many, gross and foul, Do thou be merciful, and save my Soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Giltspur/ street, without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tamworth, Warwickshire Tune Data Fortune my foe is also known as Aim not too high (recording is Fortune my foe) Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.169; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20786/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20786</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/01617e8be95518f90a3d8b069bdc245b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a071f62d366af5ea866749cce5fc01e5.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The Cruelty of John Chambers, who lately lived at Tanworth, in Warwick-shire, and conspir'd the Death of Wife, hiring a Servant to Shoot her with a Musket, which he accordingly did, for which they were both Arraign'd, found Guilty, and Executed for the same. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE Bloody-minded Husband; Audio recording hanging highway robbery Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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/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/b67030bba1f5eef6a5a8bf284545a027.jpg b06579927109d713d326e1b8e87f36de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOUNG men and maidens all give ear, Unto what I shall now relate; O mark you well, and you shall hear, Of my unhappy fate: Near unto famous Oxford town, I first did draw my breath, Oh! that I had been cast away, In an un[t]imely birth. My tender parents brought me up, Provided for me well. And in the town of Witt[a]m then, They placd me in a mill. By chance upon an Oxford lass, I cast a wanton eye, And promisd I would marry her, If she would with me lie But to the world I do declare, With sorrow, grief and woe, This folly brought us in a snare, And wrought our overthrow. For the damsel came to me, and said, By you I am with child: I hope, dear John, youll marry me, For you have me defild. Soon after that, her mother came, As you shall understand, And oftentimes did me persuade, To wed her out of hand. And thus perplexd on every side, I could no comfort find, So for to make away with her, A thought came in my mind. About a month from Christmas then, Oh! cursed be the day, The devil then did me persuade, To take her life away. I calld her from her sisters door, At eight oclock at night, Poor creature she did little dream, I ow'd her any spite. I told her, if shed walk with me, A side a little way, We both together would agree, About our wedding day. Thus I deluded her again, Into a private place, Then took a stick out of the hedge, And struck her in the face. But she fell on her bended knee, And did for mercy cry, For heaven sake dont murder me, I am not fit to die. But I on her no pity took, But wounded her full sore, Until her Life away I took, Which I can neer restore. With many grievous shrieks and cries, She did resign her breath, And in inhuman barbarous sort, I put my love to death. And then I took her by the hair, To cover this foul sin, And draggd her to the river side, And threw her Body in. Thus in the blood of innocence, My hands were deeply dyd, And shined in her purple gore, That should have been my bride. Then home unto my mill I ran, But sorely was amazd, My man he thought I had mischief done, And strangely on me gazd. Oh! whats the matter then said he, You look as pale as death, What makes you shake and tremble so, As though you had lost your breath. How came you by that blood upon, Your trembling hands and cloaths? I presently to him replyd, By bleeding at the nose. I wishfully upon him lookd, But little to him said, But snatchd the candle from his hand, And went unto my bed. Where I lay trembling all the night, For I could take no rest, And perfect flames of hell did flash, Within my guilty face. Next day the damsel being missd, And no where to be found; Then I was apprehended soon, And to the Assizes bound. Her sister did against me swear, She reason had no doubt, That I had made away with her, Because I calld her out. But Satan did me still perswade, I stiffly should deny, Quoth he, there is no witness can, Against thee testif[y]. Now when her mother she did cry, I scoffingly did say, On purpose then to frighten me, She sent her child away. I publishd in the post boy then, My wickedness to blind, Five Guineas any one should have, That could her body find. But Heaven had a watchful eye, And brought it so about, That though I stiffly did deny, This murder would come out. The very day before the assize, Her body it was found, Floating before her Fathers door, At Henly Ferry Town. So I the second time was seizd, To Oxford brought with speed, And there examined again, About the bloody deed. Now the coroner and jury both, Together did agree, That this damsel was made away, And murdered by me. The justice he perceivd the guilt, No longer would take bail: But the next morning I was sent, Away to Reading Goal. When I was brought before the judge, My man did testify, That blood upon my hands and cloaths, That night he did espy. The judge he told the jury then, The circumstance is plain, Look on the prisoner at the bar, He hath this creature slain. About the murder at the first, The jury did divide, But when they brought their verdict, All of them guilty cryd. The jailor took and bound me strait, As soon as I was cast; And then within the prison strong, He there did lay me fast. With fetters strong then I was bound, And shin bolted was I, Yet I the murder would not own, But still did it deny. My father did on me prevail, My kindred all likewise, To own the murder which I did, To them with watery eyes. My father he then did me blame, Saying, my son, oh ! why, Have you thus brought yourself to shame, And all your family; Father, I own the crime I did, I guilty am indeed, Which cruel fact I now confess, Doth make my heart to bleed. The worst of deaths I do deserve, My crime it is so base, For I, no mercy shewd to her, Most wretched is my case. Lord grant me grace while I do stay, That I may now repent, Before I from this wicked world, Most shamefully am sent. Young men take warning by my fall, All filthy lust defy; By giving way to wickedness, Alas! this day I die. Lord wash my hateful Sins away, Which have been manifold, Have mercy on me I thee pray, And Christ receive my soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1756-1790 ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed and Sold at Sympsons Printing Office, in Stonecutter-street, Fleet Market. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Reading Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.802-803, 3.802-803; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31475/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31475</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b67030bba1f5eef6a5a8bf284545a027.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Subtitle OR THE WITTAM MILLER, With an Account of his Murdering his Sweetheart. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The BERKSHIRE Tragedy, hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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/89ffb8007f1c3e5db105729f6136db14.jpg b722650de632b13493febd37d225e6e2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1173">The Rich Merchant Man</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The Arrainement condemnation and execution of the grand [cutpurse] John Selman who was executed at White-hall uppon Twesday the seventh of Jaunary. 1612 To the tune of a rich Marchant man. HOw happy is that man. that in his b[r]east doth beare: A [...]st heart and in his heart, a perfect godly feare. A man so blest I say, can no discomfort have, He shall not ta[s]t a shamefull death, to fi[l]l a [t]im[e]less[e] grave. Could I of this before. have well and wisely thought: I would not have imbracd the course this wamefull death hath brought. But all my mind was then, on ydle wicked waies. To shift to gull, to cog and cheate, and so I spent my dayes. A multitude of thoughts, as black as hell it selfe, The Divell put into my heart, to compasse worldly pelfe. And many waies I used, both wicked base and foule, [S]till mindfull of my body still, unmindfull of my soule. In silke and velvets faire, I sometime us'd to goe: As I had used the Marchants trade, forsuch I was in shew. And at the worst I went, like one of good degree, And often used to change my sutes. as needfull I should see. So still I leap'd untouch't, till this presumptuous crime, This mounting sinne for that reveng up to the Heavens did clime, Upon the blessed day, we celebrate the birth, O'th deere Redeemer of us all. with joy and Godlymirth: Within the house of God, and at the sacred houre, O'th blest commanion I was touched, with Sathans damning power, In presence of the King, Whose majesty might make, A[w]fil intending wre[t]ch like me, to staggar faint and quake. This mischiefe vile I did, I pickt a pocket there, Nor sacred person time nor place, could make me faintly feare, When all were at their prayers, and exercise divine, I pryed about to get my prey, this divelish prey of mine, With hands and eyes to heaven, all did in reverence stand: While I in mischife used mine eye, and my accursed hand, Now was my mischiefe ripe. my villanyes full growne, And now the God in secret knew it. did make it open knowne. I could not shift it heere, n[y]r no denyall stond: For all hhe purse was newly tooke, twas taken in my hand, And heere I stand to pay, the price of that offence, God grant no christian after me, may such an act commence. I pray my fault may s[...] [e]xample to you all Tha[t] [t]housand soules [...] that thus hath mad[e] So praying all may pr[...] for mercy to my God I yeeld to death and pa[...] indure this heavy t[...] The names of his [...] Commision[...] William Lord Kno[...] mas Vavasor, Sir F[...] Sir Arthur Gorge, [...] nister, and others o[...] Cloth. Sir Edmund [...] Robert Leighe & M[...] Gerrard. The names of the gran[...] William Lancaster, E[...] John Bull, Gentlema[n] William Yates Yeo[man] Rebert Powlstone Ye[oman] Anthony Barklet, Yeo[man] George Cordall, Yeo[man] William Carter, Yeo[man] John Browne, Yeoma[n] John wonnam, Yeom[an] Edward Blacgrave, [...] Edward Beake, Yeom[an] Richard Langley, Yeo[man] Thomas Gawen, Yeo[man] Richard Gregory, Yeo[man] Roger Terry, Yeoman Edward Kiffin, Yeoma[n] John Whitlocke, Yeo[man] Richard Dyar, Yeoma[n] FINIS Quoth Henry S[mith] The Captaine Cut-purse. A new Ballad shewing the most notorious abuse of life of John Selman, who for cutting a purse in the Kings Chapell at White Hall on Christ- mas day was executed neere Charing crosse. To a new tune. THat men may feare the Acts, opugnant are to truth: I will anothamize the course, of lusty Selmans youth. His courses lewd and naught, the certaine path of death: As in himselfe you well may see, who for them lost his breath. All labor he cast off, and all religious awe: To ireligious actions bent, making his will [...] law: All company he us'd. that was prophane and nought, And with them all the Arts of sinne, he practized and wrought. With drunkerds hee'd carowse, the wicked healths they use, And so, (his understanding drown'd) would friend and foe abuse. As drunkerds use to doe, the act is too too bad: There is smal difference twixt a man thats drunke and one thats mad. For both's but want of sence, which both a like do lacke: And Godly unverstanding lost, the soule must needs to wracke. To this the killing sinne, of lust he would annex: And with a boyling blood pursue, the sinne o'th female sex. Counting their hell is heaven, dallying with their imbrace: Inchanted with his harlots lippe, dyed locke and painted face. with them hee'd revell rout, the houres of day and night: Counting their pleasures all his jo[y] their sport his best delight, And thus will he consume, the substance that his friends: Had to him given to be imployed, to good and thrifty ends. His stocke on strumpets vile, thus wasted and decaide: To keepe the flush of pleasure still: he fell tot'h cheaters trade. Sometimes with trickes at cards, sometime with cogging Dye: That he of purpose would prepare, to runne too low or hie. If all his wifts and trickes, would not prevaile to winne: Why there to this hee'd adde a worse and more presumptuous sinne. Hee'd get it out by oathes, sweare and forsweare apace: Without all feare of heaven or hell, or any thought of grace. Thus doth one sinne (like waves) runne on anothers necke: Unlesse (by grace) we can at first, our sinfull nature checke. And yet he stayed not heere, but prog[rest to] his sinnes: To fellony [in] [bases]t kind, anothers [right to] winne. In change of [gallant] suites, with all the t[...]s belongs: Unto the cunning cutpurse craft, hee'd follow crowds and throngs. There sometime cut a purse, sometime a pocket picke: In doing both he was a man, knowne very apt and quicke. All cheaters cutpurses, and pickpurses he knew: And was as some report of him, the Captaine of that crew: But for this sinne on earth, he payed the bitter price: God grant by his example all, may learne to fly his vice. FINIS. Henry Smith. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1612 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=3hJLeLHjh-YC&pg=PA670&lpg=PA670&dq=john+selman+cutpurse&source=bl&ots=_-LTenyPzI&sig=Gk3qXAD0ZKmEqvzw8T3avPuaz34&hl=en&ei=A6l6TqTDIMuYiAfspZk2&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result#v=onepage&q&f=false" target="_blank">Book of Days: A Miscellany of Popular Antiquities in Connection With the Calendar</a> Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. theft, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Whitehall Composer of Ballad Henry Smith Tune Data Part 1: The Rich Merchant Man (Simpson 1966, pp. 602-604) Part 2: A new tune Date tune first appeared: 1594 - ballad called Rich Merchant Man registered by Thomas Deloney Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.130-131v; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20057/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20057</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/89ffb8007f1c3e5db105729f6136db14.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="550"></iframe> Subtitle who was executed at White-hall vppon Twesday the seuenth of Ianuary. 1612. To the tune of a rich Merchant man. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Arrainement condemnation and execution of the grand [cutpurse] Iohn Selman hanging Male robbery theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/77113ea8d496f873e01502c37229fe70.jpg 3b53a3c6cbaf3693fb9f279ec33a3d65 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/859de1edbc8aa135a73fd5a0ef048111.mp3 4020ae1bf2311f5ce3bb197bc60727ae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Araignement of John Flodder - mp3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics BRave Windham late, whom Fortune did adorne, With Buildings fayre, & fresh as Sommers morne: To coale-blacke Ashes now, quite burned downe, May sorrowing say, I was a gallant Towne. Yea all my state and glory is put by, For mourning on the ground my Buildings lye: My Goods consum'd, my Dwellers brought full low, Which now goe wandring up and downe in woe. Three hundred dwelling Houses of account, Which did to fourtie thousand pounds amount, Are all consumd and wasted quite away, And nothing left, but ruine and decay. Woe worth the causers of this blacke misdeed, That makes a thousand hearts with sorrow bleed: A thousand hearts with wringing hands may say, In Windham towne this was a wofull day. The deed was done by such unhallowed hands, Whose rigour card not for a thousand Lands, The Earth it selfe, if that it flam'd with fier, Were as these damned harlets did desier. One Flodder and his cursed wife, were those, Which wrought this famous towne these sodaine woes: Confederate with one Bickes wife; which three, Unto this cursed action did agree. As Rogues and Beggars wandring up and downe, They went to seeke reliefe from towne to towne: And lived by the usage of bace sinne, As custome trayneth all such livers in. [?] sure the Divell or else some Feend of his, [?] aved them unto this foule amisse, With Fire to wast so brave a Market towne, That florisht faire, with Riches and Renowne. A Fier that was devised of the Divell, A Fier of all the worst, and worse then evill: Wilde fier it was, that could not quenched bee, A Ball thereof [la]y kindling secretly, Within an Eaves, not seene of any man, A Match gave fier, and so it first began: In Service time, when people were at Prayers, As God required, and not on worldly cares. A time that such a chaunce could hardly bee Prevented by mans helpe, as man might see: For on a sodaine kindled so the flame, That mazed people could not quench the same. Within two howers the towne was burned quite, And much good Wealth therin consumd outright: The Free-schoole house, with many a gallant Hall With Aged people, and poore Children small. Such woes were never seene in any place, Nor never men remaind in heavier case: Strange doubts were made how first the fire begun That hath so many good mens states undone. At last this Flodder, with his wandring Mates, Which daily beg'd for food at rich mens Gates, Examined were, where soone their guiltie tongues Confest the chiefe occasions of these wronges. And so with hearts bespotted with blacke shame, They were araigned, and judged for the same, To suffer death, a recompence to make, For this offence, they thus did undertake. The Second part of the Araignement of Flodder and his wife etc. To the same tune. ANd when their day of death drew neere at hand, According to the Judges just commaund, Before ten thousand peoples wondring eyes, This Flodder like a damned monster dyes, A selfe-wild Papist, of a stubborne heart, That would but small submission from him part: But boldly died as though he had done well, And not been guiltie of this fact of Hell. His hated body still on Earth remaines, (A shame unto his kin) hangd up in Chaines: And must at all no other Buriall have, But Crowes & Ravens mawes to make his grave But Bicks his wife in signe of penitence, With weeping teares bewayled her offence: And at her death, confest with grieved minde, This deed beyond the reach of Woman-kind. And how most leawdly she had lived long, A shamefull life, in doing deeds of wrong: And trode the steps of Whoredome day by day, Accounting sinne and shame, the better way. And how that shee, was will'd to put her hope At last, to have a Pardone from the Pope For all her sinnes: for which, she did repent, And sayd, no Pope, but Christ was her content. And as for Flodders wife, the chiefe herein, And damded leader to this wilfull sinne, Being bigg with child, reprived was therefore, To give that life, which in her Wombe she bore. But having now deliverance of her Child, All further hopes of life, are quite exild. Yet hope of life, hath made her now confesse, The Townes proceeding dangers and distresse. And how the rest should all have burned beene, So with a second Fire to waste it cleane: And how the Husband of the woman dead, Had given consent to have this mischiefe spread. Likewise one Hicks, a fellow of good age, She sayd, his credite and his word did gage, To be a furtherer to this damned deed, That now hath made a thousand hearts to bleed. But let no such accursed wretch as this, The course of Law and Justice looke to misse: But with repentance true prepare for death, As most unworthy of a minuts breath. And now let Englands Townes both farre & neere With wisedome still prevent like chance, & feare, And weed away from every place and Cittie, Such idle Drones, you cherish with your pittie. Yet in your hearts let Charitie remaine, And freely give, to buyld this Towne againe. And in your Prayers desire the Lord of heaven, That bountious guiftes may thereunto be given. Our royall King, with good and gracious hand, Have graunted them, the bounties of our Land: In every Church that gathering there may bee, As by his Letter patents we may see. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1615 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad After the town of Windham, Norfolk, is burned, three people are convicted of arson: John Flodder and his wife, and a Mrs. Bicks, all known vagrants. Bicks repents before her execution, but Flodder is unrepentant. He is hung in chains, while his wife is given a temporary reprieve due to pregnancy. Because of this, she confesses that a second fire was planned and that Bicks' husband was party to the plan. The audience is advised to exile beggars and vagrants from their towns. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprinted at London for John Trundle, dwel- ling in Barbican at the signe of the No body. The names in the Kings Letters Pattents, to gather up the mony, are these following. John Moore. Steven Agas. Robert Carre. John Doffeelde. William Horsnell. Esa Freeman. Robert Agas. William Rowse. The Countries and Cities, graunted for these men to gather in, are these following. London and Westminster: Middlesex, Essex, Kent, Hartford, Surry, and Sussex: with the Cities of Canterburie, Rochester, and the Cinque Ports, with the Citie of Chester. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. arson Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/77113ea8d496f873e01502c37229fe70.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="550"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/859de1edbc8aa135a73fd5a0ef048111.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads Pepys 1.130-131r; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20056/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20056</a> Subtitle at Norwidge, with the wife of one Bicks, for burning the Towne of Windham in Norfolke, upon the xi. day of June last 1615. Where two of them are now executed, and the third reprived upon further confession. To the tune of Fortune my foe. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Araignement of John Flodder and his wife, arson Audio recording Female hanging in chains Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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. English hanging highway robbery Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/67e746d1c35e23bb48ffacab239930e5.jpg 1912aae5d4c51c3bdc0b58bd48e1bfe7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. State and Ambition Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for J. Dean Bookseller in Cranborn-Street, near Newport-House, / in Leicester-Fields. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data Reference: State and Ambition (Simpson 1966, pp. 683-5) Date tune first appeared: 1683 Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Bridgewater, HEH 134748; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32148/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32148</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/67e746d1c35e23bb48ffacab239930e5.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle He being Condemned for HIGH-TREASON, and Conspiring the Death of the KING and the DUKE, and subverting the Government of these three Kingdoms A SONG. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Italian Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1163">ottava rima</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O Grande, o Sommo, ed Increato Iddio Prestami tu soccorso nel mio canto Acciö_ che narrar possa un caso rio Che cader fa per tenerezza il pianto; Se mal vel spiega il rozzo verso mio Di prode Cantator l'arte non vanto Ma di narrarvi solo ho gran fervore Del gran caso seguito a Premilcuore. Questo fatto terribile d'esempio Serva di freno ai figli scellerati, Ed apprenda ciascun il fiero scempio Che provar deve in simili attentati, Il braccio Parricida crudo ed empio Saröæ punito; acciö_ che riservati Vivan nell'avvenir piö_ cauti i figli Fede prestando ai miei saggi consigli. In Premilcuore un Artigian vivea Che Niccola Bertoni si chiamava, Unico Figlio al mondo egli tenea E Carlo appunto questo si nomava Poco del Padre suo a lui premea, Che presso il Genitor non abitava Pensö_ lasciarlo, e andarsene lui solo A fare il suo mestier dentro a Corniolo [multiple pages!] Language Language ballad is printed in Italian Date Date of ballad 1813 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. Florence Subtitle La sera del 25. Novembre 1812. della morte di Niccola Bertoni ucciso nella sua propia abitazione da Carlo suo Figlio che convinto Reo di Parricidio fu condannato alla morte, a forma delle veglianti Leggi col Taglio della mano destra, e della Testa, che venne eseguita in Firenze nel consueto luogo, il di 15 Luglio 1813. Scritta in Ottava Rima ad uso di Storia. 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Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1169">Welladay</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics C Ourteous kind Gallants all, pittie me, pittie me, My time is now but small, here to continue: Thousands of people stay, To see my dying day, Sing I then welladay, wofully mourning. Once in a gallant sort lived I, lived I. Belov'd in Englands court graced with honours: Sir Walter Rauleighs name Had then a noble fame: Though turned now to shame through my misdoing. In youth I was too free of my will, of my will, Which now deceiveth me of my best fortunes: All that same gallant traine Which I did then maintaine, Holds me now in disdaine for my vaine folly. When as Queene Elizabeth ruld this land, ruld this land, I trode the honord path of a brave Courtier: Offices I had store, Heapt on me more and more, And my selfe I in them bore proud and commanding. Gone are those golden dayes, woe is me woe is me: Offences many waies brought unto triall, Showes that disloyaltie Done to his Majestie, Judgeth me thus to dye; Lord for thy pitie. But the good graces here of my King, of my King, Shewd to me many a yeere makes my soule happie In that his royall Grace Gave me both time and space Repentance to embrace: now heaven be praised. Thirteene years in the tower have I lien, have I lien. Before this appoynted houre of my lives ending: Likewise such libertie Had I unluckily, To be sent gallantly out on a voyage. But that same voyage then prov'd amis prov'd amis, Many good gentlemen lost their good fortunes: All that with me did goe Had sudden overthrow My wicked will to shew gainst my deere Countrey. When I returned backe, hoping grace, hoping grace, The tower againe alacke was my abiding: Where for offences past, My life againe was cast Woe on woe followed fast to my confusion. It plea'sd my royall King thus to doe, thus to doe, That his peeres should me bring to my lives judgement. The Lieutenant of the tower Kept me fast in his power, Till the appointed houre of my remooving. The Second Part . T O Westminster then was I garded strong, garded strong Where many a wandring eye saw me convayed Where I a Judgment had, for my offences bad, Which was to loose my head, there the next morning. So to the Gatehouse there, was I sent, was I sent, By knights and gentlemen, guarding me safely, Where all that wofull night, My heart tooke no delight: Such is the heavie plight of a poore prisoner. Calling then to my mind, all my joyes, all my joyes, Whereto I was inclind, living in pleasures: All those dayes past and gon, Brings me now care and mone, Being thus overthrowne, by mine own folly. When the sad morning came I should die, I should die: O what a fright of shame: fild up my bosome: My heart did almost breake, when I heard people speake, I shold my ending make as a vile traitor. I thought my fortunes hard, when I saw, when I saw In the faire pallace yard a scaffold prepared: My loathed life to end: On which I did ascend. Having at all no friend there to grant mercy. Kneeling downe on my knee, willingly, willingly, Prayed for his Majustie long to continue: And for his Nobles all. With subjects great and small, Let this my wofull fall be a fit warning. And you that hither come thus to see, thus to see My most unhappy doome pittie my ending. A Christian true I die: Papistrie I defie, Nor never Atheist I as is reported. You Lords & knights also in this place, in this place Some gentle love bestow pity my falling: As I rose suddenly Up to great dignitie, So I deservedly die for my folly. Farewell my loving wife woe is me, woe is me: Mournefull wil bee thy life, Left a sad widdow. Farewell my children sweet, We never more shall meet Till we each other gr[ee]t, blessed in heaven, With this my dying knell willingly, willingly, Bid I the world farewell full of vaine shadowes All her deluding showes brings my heart naught but woes Who rightly feeles and knowes. all her deceivings. Thus with my dying breath doe I kis, doe I kis, This axe that for my death here is provided: May I feele little paine, when as it cuts in twaine, what my life must sustaine all her deceivings. My head on block is laid, And my last part is plaid: Fortune hath me betraid, sweet Jesus grant mercy. Thou that my headsman art, when thou list, when thou list, Without feare doe thy part I am prepared: Thus here my end I take farewel world, farewel world, And my last will I make, climing to heaven: For this my offence, I die with true penitance, Jesus recieve me hence: farewell sweet England. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1618 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Printed for Philip Birch and are to be sold at his shop at the Guyld-hall . Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Old Palace, Westminster Tune Data Composer: William Elderton Date tune first appeared: 1569 Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College, Pepys Library - Cambridge (1.110-111); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20046/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20046</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b91db59548b553560dcf6d7edb6b52fa.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Who was beheaded in the old Pallace at Westminster the 29. of October. 1618. To the tune of Welladay. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sir Walter Rauleigh his lamentation: beheading Male treason