1 50 39 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/717f4221bfed9e27ba9b4b4793a53478.jpg 8e99b24f07d24a9d4a5d3d5669f5d26a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/bcef8393a3dd16ee2246d6d744a903a4.mp3 3917af79701bb437823f2d564c7abdeb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A response ballad to <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1293">'A newe ballade made of Thomas Crumwell' </a>which tries to rehabilitate the fallen favourite, while being careful not to question the king's judgment. The author of this ballad and the previous one produced so many vitriolic ballads on the subject that they were ultimately imprisoned for a few weeks. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1295"><em>Half Hannikin</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ¶Heue aud how rumbelow thou arte to blame Trolle into the right way agayne for shame. TRolle into the way / trolle in and retrolle Small charyte and lesse wytte is in thy nolle Thus for to rayle vpon a christen soule Wherfore men thynke the worthy blame Trolle into the way agayne for shame. ¶Thou makest a trollyng hyther and thyther Somtyme thou trollest thou canst not tell whyther But if all thy trollynges were gathered togyther Thy trollynge might trym the and tourne the to blame Wherfore trolle thou nowe into the way for shame ❧Although lord Crumwell a traytour was yet dare I saye that the kynge of his grace Hath forgyuen him that gret trespas To tayle than on dead men / thou arte to blame Trolle now into the way agayne for shame. ❧In that that he the law hath offended By the lawe he is iustly condempned This mortall lyfe / full godly he ended Wherfore to rayle thus / thou art to blame Trolle into the way agayne for shame. ¶For all his offences in euery thyng He asked god mercy and grace of the kynge And of all the wyde world / for his trāsgressyng Thou nor no man can say nay to the same Trolle into the way than agayne for shame ☜Thou takest his treason for thy subtyll defence Which nowe is departed and gone from hence But men spye the pricke of all thy pretence Thy owne sayenges folowyng declare the same Trolle into the way / for fere or for shame ¶Thou sayest he was with the church to quycke Fauouryng none but of the new trycke But nowe thou spurnest agaynst the prycke And thou of force / must confesse the same Trolle into the way agayne for shame ☜For bysshops haue now as they haue had If preestes wold complayne / they were to mad Wherfore thou apperest to be a popysshe lad For vsyng thy popery / thou arte to blame Trolle into the way agayne for shame. ❧For here thou vpholdest both monkes and fryers Nunnes and noughty packes / and lewed lowsy lyers The bysshop of Rome / with all his rotten squyers To buylde such a church / thou arte moche to blame Trolle nowe into the way agayne for shame. ❧May not men thynke now in the meane ceason That thou hast deserued by ryght and by reason As moch as he hath done for clokynge thy treason For he was a traytour / and thou arte the same Trolle away papyst / god gyue the shame. ¶The sacrament of the aulter / that is most hyest Crumwell beleued it to be the very body of Chriest Wherfore in thy writyng / on him thou lyest For the kynge & his counsell wyll wytnesse the same Trolle into the waye / than agayne for shame ☜Although that he of byrth were but bace yet was he set vp of the kynges noble grace Wherby it appereth that thou woldest deface The kynges royall power / dispysyng the same Trolle away traytour / god gyue the shame. ¶Is it thy facyon thus craftely to saye? Let vs for the kynge / and his lordes praye And than at the last / to trolle them awaye With heue and how rumbelow / thy wordes be the same Both written and printed / to thy great shame? ☜Hast thou no man els / thou dronken soll But the kynge and his nobles / away for to troll It were ynough for to cost the thy poll Both thyne and all other / that wold do the same Trolle away traytoure / god gyue the shame. ¶A prety wyse printer belyke he was Which of his printyng / so lytell doth pas To print such pylde poetry / as this same was Lyke maker / lyke printer / two trolles of the game A payre of good papystes / ye be payne of shame ☜God send all traytours their hole desa•tes God send small toye / to all popysshe hartes And euyll hap to as many as do take their partes God send their purpose neuer to frame But trolle them away with sorow and shame. ¶I pray god thou be not fownde one of those That peruarteth the people / as I suppose From redyng of gods worde / that goodly rose Where the counsell commaundeth to occupy the same Thou traytor allurest them this fayre floure to defame. ❧God preserue and kepe the kynges noble grace With prince Edwarde his sonne / to succede in his place God kepe them amonge vs / longe tyme and space Let all his true subiectes / say Amen to the same And they that wold otherwyse / god send them shame. ¶Finis. 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 Date Date of ballad 1540 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tower Hill Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. ☜Prentyd at London in Lombard strete nere vnto the Stockes market at the sygne of the Mermayde by Iohn Gough. Cum preuilegio Ad imprimendum solum O domine in uirtute tua letabitur Rex, &c. 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Audio recording by Jenni Hyde.<br /><br /> Composer of Ballad William Gray Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource ¶A balade agaynst malycyous Sclaunderers. Audio recording beheading political treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/87ded0c299706fa4311a351dc50c5079.tif d4e8444fe6afdf0b78b795725dbe5e1a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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/1169"><em>Welladay</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A Ballad Intituled, a Newe well a daye / As playne maister Papist, as Donstable waye. Well a daye well a daye, well a daye woe is mee Syr Thomas Plomtrie is hanged on a tree. AMonge maye newes As touchinge the Rebelles their wicked estate, Yet Syr Thomas Plomtrie, their preacher they saie, Hath made the North countrie, to crie well a daye. Well a daye, well a daye, well a daye, woe is me, Syr Thomas Plomtrie is hanged on a tree. And now manie fathers and mothers be theare, are put to their trialles with terrible feare, Not all the gaye Crosses nor goddes they adore, will make them as merie, as they haue ben before, Well a daye, well a daye, &c. The widowes woful, whose husbandes be taken the childerne lament them, are so for saken, The church men yt chaunted the morowe masse bell Their Pardons be graunted they hang verie wel. Well a daye well a daye. &c. It is knowne they bee fled, that were the beginers it is time they were ded, poore sorofull sinners For all there great haste, they are hedged at a staye with weeping & waylinge to sing well a daye. Well a daye, well a daye. &c. Yet some hold opynon, all is well with the highest they are in good saftie wher freedome is nieste Northumberland need not, be doutefull some saye, and Westmorlande is not, yet brought to the bay. Well a daye, well a daye &c. No more is not Norton, nor a nomber beside, But all in good season, they maye hap to be spide, It is well they be wandred, whether no man can say But it will be remembered, they crie well a daie. Well a daye, well a daye. &c. Where be the fyne fellowes, that caried the crosses, Where be the deuisers, of Idoles and Asses, Wher be the gaie Banners, were wont to be borne where is the deuocion of gentyll Iohn Shorne. Well a daye, well a daye. &c. Saint Pall, and Saint Peter, haue laid them a bord and saie it is feetter to cleaue to Gods worde Their Beades, & their bables, are best to be burnd and Moises tables towardes them to be turnde. Well a daye, well a daye. &c. And well a daye, wandreth still to and froe, be wailinge the wonders, of rumors that goe, Yet saie the stiffe necked let be as be maye, though some be sore checked, yet some skape awaie Well a daye, well a daye. &c. And such some be sowers of seedes of Sedicion, and saie the popes pardo~, shall giue them remission That kepe them selues, secrete and preeuilie saie, it is no greate matter for this well a daye. Well a daye, well a daye. &c. You shall haue more newes er Candelmas come their be matters diffuse yet lookte for of some, Looke on, and looke still, as ye longe to here newes I thinke Tower hill, will make ye all muse. Well a daye, well a daye. &c. If they that leaue tumblynge begin to war climing for all your momblinge and merie pastimeing. Ye will then beleeue, I am sure as I saie, that matter will meene, a newe well a daye. Well a dayes, well a daye. &c. But as ye be faithlesse, of God and his lawe, so till ye see hedles, the Traitors in strawe, You wilbe still whisperinge of this and of that, well a daye, woe is me, you remember it not Well a daie, well a daie. &c. Leaue of your lying, and fall to trewe reason, leaue of your fonde spieng, and marke euery season Against God & your contrie to taulke of revelling not Syr Thomas Plumtrie can bide by ye telling Well a daye, well a daye. &c. And such as seduce the people with blyndnes, and byd them to trust the Pope and his kyndnes Make worke for the tynker, as prouerbes doth saie, by such popishe patching, still comes well a daye. Well a daye, well a daie. &c. And she that is rightfull your Queene to subdue ye, althoughe you be spitfull hath gyuen no cause to ye But if ye will vexe her, to trie her hole force, let him that comes next her, take heed of her horse Well a daie, well a daie. &c. Shee is the Lieftennante of him that is stowtest, shee is defender of all the deuowtest, It is not the Pope nor all the Pope may, can make her astonyed, or singe well a daie. Well a daie, well a daie. God prosper her highnes, and send her his peace, to gouerne good people, with grace, & increase, And send the deseruers, that seeke the wronge way at Tyborne some Caruers, to singe well a daie. well a daie, well a daie. &c. W. E. Finis. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1570 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad The Rising of the North, 1569. Thomas Plumtree, a chaplain with the insurgents, was hanged in Durham in 1570 as a warning to those who aided the Catholics; he was beatified in 1886. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London : in Fleestrete [sic] beneath the conduit, at the signe of S. John Euangelist, by Thomas Colwell 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 Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Durham marketplace Tune Data <em>Welladay</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 343-4). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/87ded0c299706fa4311a351dc50c5079.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library, STC 2nd ed. / 7553, Huth 50 (4). <a href="http://gateway.proquest.com.ezp.lib.unimelb.edu.au/openurl?ctx_ver=Z39.88-2003&amp;res_id=xri:eebo&amp;rft_id=xri:eebo:citation:99892880" target="_blank">EEBO record</a> (institutional login required).  Composer of Ballad William Elderton Subtitle as playne maister papist, as Donstable waye. Well a daye well a daye, well a daye woe is mee Syr Thomas Plomtrie is hanged on a tree. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A ballad intituled, A newe well a daye hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/52fddb6e7123843afd2a8133604118fc.jpg 566c72369103784f7c21b1adb7f84c1a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Now, now the Fight's done</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1. COme now let's Rejoyce, And the City Bells ring, And the Bonefires kindle, Whilst unto the KING We pay on our Knees The grand Tribute that's due, Of Thanks and Oblations, Which now we renew, For Mercies that we Have received of late, From Prudence and Justice Diverting our Fate. 2. The Curtain is drawn, And the Clouds are dispers'd; The PLOT's come to light, That in darkness did Nest: Jack Calvin's display'd With his Colours in Grain, And who were the Traytors And Villains 'tis plain: The Traps that they laid, And the Snares that they set, Have caught them at last In their own silly Net: 3. The Foreman himself, That Off-Spring of Hell, In whose wicked Breast All Treason doth dwell, To the Tower is sent, With his Triple Name, Whilst the Triple-Tree groans For his Carcass again, And many Rogues more Their Leader will follow Unto the same Place, Whilst we whoop and Hollow. 4. The Libelling Tribe Who so long have Reign'd, And sowed Sedition, Shall now be Arraign'd; Their Shams and their Lies Shall do them no good, When they come to the Tree, There's no Shamming that Wood: Janeway and Curtis In the Forlorn Hope, Then Vile, Smith and Care Shall Neck the next Rope. 5. So, so, let them dye That would Monarchs destroy, And spit all their Venom Our Land to annoy; If that their Pow'r were To their Malice equal, And their Courage the same, They'd soon ruine all; But their Courage is low, And their Power but small; Their Treaon is High, And must have a Fall. 6. When Trojans of Old (Our Ancestors) were In danger of Shipwrack, And toss'd here and there; Great Neptune soon quell'd Those Rebels and Storms, With brandished Trident, And free'd them from harms; They fled from his Face, Through the guilt of their Cause, As these from our Lion, If he stretch out his Paws. 7. Go Devils, be gone To the Region below, Here's no business of yours, Or ought left to do: No Tempter we need, We can act all our selves, Without any help From you silly Elves; For what Presbyter Acts, He thinks a disgrace All Hell should out-doe him, Or dare shew their Face. 8. For produce all the Ill That Hell ever hatch'd, 'Tis nothing at all, When it comes to be match'd With what has been Plotted By Traytors of late, Who aim'd at the Ruine Of Church, and of State: By Perjury, Bribes, By suborning all Evil, By Murther, and worse Than e're came from th' Devil. 9. Now Presbyter come And submit thy stiff Neck, Thou labour'st in vain Our great Monarch to check; Whose Power Divine No Mortals controul, But hazard the loss Of both Body and Soul: Then banish for ever Your Commonwealth hope, Which tends to destruction, And ends with A ROPE. EPILOGUE With Wine of all sorts Let the Conduits run free, And each true heart drink The KING's Health on his Knee, No Treason shall lodge In our Breasts while we live, To God, and to Caesar Their Due we will give; We'l pray with our Hearts, And fight with our Hands, Against all Fanaticks, When Great CHARLES Commands. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1682 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad This is a Tory song attacking Whig i.e. Protestants, think 'Presbyter' refers to Stephen College, and the other names are 17C printers/publishers/booksellers: Richard Janeway, Langley Curtis, Henry Care, etc. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_College" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Stephen College (c.1635-1681) was an English joiner, activist Protestant, and supporter of the perjury underlying the fabricated Popish Plot. He was tried and executed for high treason.<br /><br /> Life: He was born about 1635, and worked at the trade of carpentry. He became known as an anti-Catholic political speaker. He had been a presbyterian until the Restoration of 1660, when he conformed to the church of England. He made himself notorious by his declamations against the papists, by writing and singing political ballads, and by inventing a weapon for self-defence at close quarters, which he called 'the protestant flail. ' He knew many persons of rank. Lord William Russell and Lady Berkeley showed him kindness.' He was one of the bitterest opponents of Lord William Stafford, and exulted over his condemnation and death. Among the writings attributed to him are coarse attacks on lawyers and Catholics,. Among these are 'Truth brought to Light, or Murder will out;' 'Justice in Masquerade, or Scroggs upon Scroggs;' another beginning ' Since Justice Scroggs Pepys and Dean did bail;' 'The Pope's Advice and Benediction to his Judge and Jury in Eutopia;' 'The Wolf Justice ' (against Scroggs); 'A Caution,' and 'A Satyr' against James, Duke of York, the Duchess of Portsmouth, and William Scroggs, whom he hated for acquitting George Wakeman. <br /><br />When the parliament moved to Oxford, in March 1681, College went there on horseback, ostentatiously displaying weapons and wearing defensive armour, speaking threateningly against the king, and advocating resistance. In June 1681, after the condemnation of Edward Fitzharris, College was arrested, carried before Secretary of State Leoline Jenkins on 29 June, and committed to the Tower. He was indicted at the Old Bailey on 8 July for seditious words and actions, but saved by the influence of Slingsby Bethel and Henry Cornish, sheriffs of whig sympathies. <span>They packed a grand jury </span><span>who returned a verdict of </span><em>ignoramus, or “we do not know" (i.e. "we know of no reason why he should stand trial").</em><br /><br />At nearly two o'clock in the morning the jury retired, and in half an hour gave their verdict of guilty. The court then adjourned until ten o'clock, when sentence of death was pronounced against him. He was visited in prison by two of the university divines, Dr. Marshall and Dr. Hall, who declared him to be penitent. His family was admitted to see him, and attempts made to obtain a remission of the sentence, but the sole concession granted was that his quarters should be delivered to his friends. On 31 August he was taken in a cart to the place of execution, and made a long speech, chiefly to clear himself from the charge of being a papist. He was then hanged and quartered. His body was buried the next evening at St. Gregory's Church, by St. Paul's. 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. Oxford Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/52fddb6e7123843afd2a8133604118fc.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Bindley (formerly Luttrell), HEH 135815; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32286/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32286</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Congratulation on the happy discovery of the hellish fanatick plot drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2af747668f19f2429168a9e944ab71e4.jpg de3ebbab13d265ad092df6af8dfa00ec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 A discription of Nortons falcehod of Yorke shyre, and of his fatall farewel. Epigraph: The fatal fine of Traitours loe: By Iustice due, deseruyng soe. OF late (alas) the great vntruth Of Traitours, how it sped Who list to know, shal here Single illegible lettere How late allegeance fled. If Riuers rage against the Sea. And swell with soddeine rayne: How glad are they to fall agayne, And trace their wonted traine? If fire by force wolde forge the fall Of any sumptuouse place, If water floods byd him leaue of, His flames he wyll disgrace. If God command the wyndes to cease, His blastes are layd full low: If God command the seas to calme, They wyll not rage or flow. All thinges at Gods commandeme~t be, If he their state regarde: And no man liues whose destinie By him is vnpreparde. But when a man forsakes the ship, And rowles in wallowing waues: And of his voluntarie wyll, His owne good hap depraues: How shal he hope to scape the gulfe? How shal he thinke to deale? How shal his fansie bring him sound To Safties shore with sayle? How shall his fraight in fine succede? Alas what shall he gayne? What feare by storms do make him quake How ofte subiecte to payne? How sundrie times in Dangers den Is throwne the man vnwyse? Who climes withouten holde on hye, Beware, I him aduize. All such as trust to false contracts, Or secret harmes conspire? Be sure, with Nortons they shal taste A right deserued hire. They can not looke for better sp_ede, No death for such too fell? God grant the iustice of the worlde Put by the paynes of hell. For such a pensiue case it is, That English harts did dare To passe the boundes of duties lawe, Or of their cuntrie care. And mercie hath so long releast Offendours (God doth know) And bountie of our curteous Quene Too long hath spared her foe. But God, whose grace inspires her harte, Wyll not abyde the spight Of Rebels rage, who rampe to reach From her, her title quight. Although shee flowe in pitifull zeale, And loueth to sucke no blood: Yet God a caueat wyll her lend T'appease those Vipers moode. A man that sets his house on fire, Wyll seke to quench the flame: Els from the spoyle some parte conuey, Els seke the heate to tame. Who s_e a penthouse wether beate, And heares a boistrouse wynde: But hedefull sasetie of himselfe, Wyll force him succour fynde? The pitifull pacient Pellican, Her blood although sh_e shed: Yet wyll she seme her date to end, Or care her young be sped. The Eagle flynges her yong ones downe That sight of sunne refuse: Vnperfect fowles she deadly hates, And rightly such misvse. The Crane wolde flye vp to the Sunne, I heard it once of olde: And with the kyng of byrdes did striue By Fame, I heard it tolde And do woe she wolde not fal f[...]e no, But higher styll did mou[...]: Til past her reach (saith olde reporte) Shame made a backe recour I touch no Armes herein at all But shew a fable wyse: Whose morall sence doth repr[1 span missing] Of clymers hye the guyse. Who buyldes a house of many [1 span missing], and laith not ground work[1 span missing] But doth ertorte the ground [1 span missing]g, His buildyng can not dure[1 span missing] Who sekes surmising to disp[1 span missing] a Ruler sent by GOD: Is subiect sure, deuoide of grace The cause of his owne rod. A byrde that wyll her nest defyle By right should loose a wyng: And then is shee no slying fowle, But slow as other thyng. And he that loseth all at games, Or spendes in fowle excesse: And hopes by haps to heale his harme, Must drinke of deare distresse. To speake of brydles to restrayne This wylfull wayward crewe: They care not for the booke of God, To Princes, men vntrue. To cuntrye, causers of much woe, To faithfull fr_endes, a fall: And to their owne estates, a styng, To others, sharpe as gall. O Lorde, how long these Lizerds lurkt, Good GOD, how great a whyle Were they in hand with feigned harts Their cuntrye to defyle? How did they frame their furniture? How sit they made their tooles: How Symon sought our englysh Troie To bryng to Romaine scooles. How Simon Magus playd his parte, How Babilon bawde did rage: How Basan bulles begon to bell, How Iudas sought his wage. How Iannes and Iambres did abyde The brunt of brainesicke acts, How Dathan, Chore, Abiram s_emd To dash our Moyses facts. How Romaine marchant set a fresh His pardons braue a sale, How alwayes some against the Truth Wolde dreame a senceles tale. Gods vicar from his god receaued The keyes to lose and bynd: Baals chaplein thoght h{is} fire wo[1 span missing]e Such was his pagan mynd. Good Lorde how hits the ter[...] their [1 span missing]ts That saith such men shall be In their religion hot nor colde Of much varietie. And sundry sorts of sects sur[1 span missing] Diuision shall appeare: Against the father, sonne sha[1 span missing]ue, Gainst mother, daughter [1 span missing]e. Is it not come to passe trow you? Yea, bastards sure they be, Who our good mother Qu_ene [1 span missing] Withstand rebelliouslie. Can God his vengeance long reta[1 span missing] Where his true seruants f_ele Iniuriouse spights of godlesse men, Who turne as doth a whele? No no, his suffryug long (be sure) Wyll pay his foes at last: His mercye moued once away, He shall them quight out cast With sentence iust for their vntruth, And breakyng of his wyll: The fruits of their sedicious s_eds, The barnes of earth shall fyll. Their soules God wot sore clogd wt crime And their posteritie Bespotted sore with their abuse, And stand by their follie. Their liuyngs left their name a shame, Their deedes with poyson sped: Their deathes a wage for want of grace Their honours quite is dead. Their flesh to feede the kytes and crowes Their armes a maze for men: Their guerdon as examples are To dash dolte Dunces den. Throw vp your snouts you sluggish sorte You mumming maskyng route: Extoll your exclamations vp, Baals chapleines, champions stoute. Make sute for pardons, papists braue, For traitours indulgence: Send out some purgatorie scraps, Some Bulls with Peter pence. O swarme of Drones, how dare ye styl With labouryng B_es contend? You sought for home from the hiues, But gall you found in end. These waspes do wast, their stings be out Their spight wyll not auayle: These Peacocks proude are naked lefte Of their displayed tayle. These Turkye cocks iu cullour red, So long haue lurkt a loofe: The Beare (although but slow of foote) Hath pluct his wynges by proofe. The Moone her borowed light hath lost, Shee wayned as we see: Who hoped by hap of others harmes, A full Moone once to b_e. The Lyon suffred long the Bull, His noble mynd to trye: Vntyll the Bull was rageyng wood, And from his stake did hye. Then time it was to bid him stay Perforce, his hornes to cut: And make him leaue his rageing tunes In scilence to be put. And all the calues of Basan kynd Are weaned from their wish: The Hircan Tigers tamed now, Lemathon eates no fish. Beholde before your balefull eyes The purchace of your parte, Suruey your sodeine sorrowful sight With sighes of dubble harte. Lament the lacke of your alies Religious rebells all: Bewepe that yll successe of yours, Come curse your sodeine fall. And when ye haue your guiles out sought And all your craft approued, Peccauimus shall be your song Your ground worke is remoued. And looke how Nortons sped their wills Euen so their sect shall haue, No better let them hope to gayne But gallowes without graue. {que} William Gibson. Œ_ FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1570 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A ballad commemorating the execution of nobles involved in the Pilgrimage of Grace, a widespread revolt against the rule of Henry VIII. The Pilgrimage of Grace started in late 1536 and finished in early 1537. <br /><br />Stuffed full of animal lore like: 'The Crane wolde flye vp to the Sunne, I heard it once of olde', and seasoned with Biblical and classical allusions, what this exhortation against papistry and treason lacks is hard information. The family name of the Nortons is mentioned three times in connection with the gallows; nothing more specific appears. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <a href="http://stelweb.asu.cas.cz/~slechta/HISTORIE/goodricke/web/Goodricke.html" target="_blank">The Goodricke Family Files: </a> Richard Norton, his sons, Christopher and Marmaduke, and his brother Thomas Norton, and about fifty others of noble extraction or of other distinction were tainted of high treason 7 Nov 1569 and their possessions forfeited. Richard Norton fled to Flanders where doubtless he rejoined the Earl of Westmorland, and died there in poverty 9 Apr 1585 (aged 91), the Patriarch of the Rebellion. His brother Thomas was hanged and quartered in the presence of his nephew Christopher at Tyburn on 27 May 1570. The fate on the sons of Richard Norton was as follows: Francis, the eldest, was a fugitive with his father; John, the second, was of Ripon, was not implicated; Edmund, the third, ancestor of the Lords Grantly, was of Clowbeck, Co. York, and died there in 1610, not implicated; William, the fourth, was tried with his uncle Thomas and brother Christopher but was pardoned; George, the fifth, was a fugitive with his father; Thomas, the sixth, died without issue, was not implicated; Christopher, the seventh, was hanged and quartered with his uncle Thomas, at Tyburn, 27 May 1570; Marmaduke, the eighth, pleaded guilty but was pardoned and died at Stranton where he was buried 4th Nov 1594. He was kept a prisoner in the Tower, however, until 1572. Sampson, the ninth, and youngest son, was a fugitive with his father and was at Mechlin in 1571, then a pensioner of the King of Spain. Richard Norton had seven daughters, all well married. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London by Alexander Lacie, or Henrie Kyrkeham, dwellyng at the signe of the blacke Boye, at the middle North dore of Paules church. 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 Composer of Ballad William Gibson Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/2af747668f19f2429168a9e944ab71e4.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="700"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit HuntingtonbLibrary - Britwell, Shelfmark: HEH18305; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32269/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32269</a> Subtitle The fatal fine of Traitours loe: By Iustice due, deseruyng soe. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A discription of Nortons falcehod Of Yorke shyre, and of his fatall farewel. drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8be845d0e32598bf74d31d44a41828b9.jpg f1fd570bfee4861f24e24168868e7a25 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1169">Welladay</a> // Essex' Last Good-night<br /></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics SWeet Englands pride is gone, welladay, welladay, Which makes her sigh and groan, evermore still, He did her fame advance, In Ireland Spain and France, And by a sad mischance, is from us tane. He was a vertuous Peer, weladay, etc. And was esteemed dear, evermore still. He always lov'd the poor, Which makes them sigh full sore, His death they did deplore, in every place. Brave honour grac'd him still, gallantly, gallantly, He ne'r did deed of ill, well it is known, But envy that foul fiend, Whose Malice there doth end, Hath brought true vertues friend, unto this thrall. At Tilt he did surpass, gallantly, etc, All men that is and was, evermore still, One day as it was seen, In honour of the Queen, Such deeds are seldome been, as he did do, Abroad and eke at home, gallantly, gallantly, For valour there was none, like him before, But Ireland France and Spain, That feared great Essexs name, But England lov'd the same, in every place. But all would not prevail, welladay, welladay, His deeds did not prevail, more was the pitty, He was condemn'd to dye, For Treason certainly, But God that sits on high, knoweth all things. That Sunday in the Morn, welladay, etc, That he to the City came with all his Troops. That first began the strife, And caus'd him loose his life, And others did the like, as well as he. Yet her Princely Majesty, graciously, graciously, Hath pardon given free, to many of them, She hath releast them quite, And given them their right, They did pray day and night, God to defend her. Shrove-Tuesday in the night, welladay, etc. With a heavy hearted spight, as it is said, The Lieutennant of the Tower, Who kept him in his power, At ten a clock that hour, to him did come, And said unto him there, mournfully, etc. Mo Lord you must prepare, to dye to morrow, Gods will be done, quoth he, Yet shall you strangely see, God strong in me to be, though I am weak. I pray you pray for me, welladay, etc. That God may strengthen me against that hour, Then straightway he did call To the Guard under the wall, And did intreat them all for him to pray. For to morrow is the day, welladay, etc. That I a debt must pay, which I do owe, It is my life I mean, Which I must pay the Queen, Even so hath justice given, that I must dye. In the morning was he brought, welladay, etc. Where the Scaffold was set up, within the Tower, Many Lords were present then, With other Gentlemen, Which were appointed then, to see him dye. You Noble Lords, quoth he, welladay, etc. That must the witness, of this my dream, Know I ne'r lov'd Papistry, But still doth it defie, And thus doth Essex dye, here in this place. I have a sinner been, welladay, etc. Yet never wrong'd my Queen, in all my life, My God I did offend, Which grieves me at my end, May all the rest amend, I do them forgive. To the state I ne'r meant ill, welladay, etc. Neither wisht the commons ill, in all my life: But lov'd with all my heart, And always took their part, Whereas there were desert, in every place. Then mildly did he pray, mournfully, etc. He might the favour have, private to pray, He then pray'd heartily, And with great fervency, To God that sits on high, for to receive him. And then he pray'd again, mournfully, etc. God to preserve his Queen, from all her foes. And send her long to reign, True Justice to remain, And not to let proud Spain, once to offend her, His Gown be stript off then welladay, etc. And put off his Hat and Band, and hung them by, Praying still continually, To God that sits on high, That he might patiently there suffer death. My Heads-man that must be, then said he chearfully, Let him come here to me, that I may see him, Who kneeled to him then, Art thou quoth he the Man, Who art appointed now, my life to free. Yes my Lord he did say, we[l]laday, etc. Forgive me I you pray, for this your death: I here do thee forgive, And may true justice live, No foul crimes to forgive, within this place. Th[en] he kneeled down again, welladay, etc. And was required by some, there standing by, To forgive his Enemies, Before Death clos'd his eyes, Which he did in hearty wise, thanking him for it. That they would remember him, welladay, etc. That he would forgive all them, that hath him wrong'd, Now my Lords I take my leave, Sweet Christ my Soul receive, Now when you will prepare, I am ready. He laid his head on the block, we[l]laday, etc. But [hi]s Doublet let the stroke, s[om]e there did say, What must be done quoth he, Sha[ll] be done presently, There [h]is Doublet off put he, a[nd] lay'd down again. Th[en] the Headsman did his part, cruelly, cruelly, He was not seen to start for all the blows, His soul is now at rest, In Heaven among the blest, W[he]re God send us to rest w[he]n it shall please him, // ALL you that cry O hone, Ohone, come now & sing O hone with me For why our Jewel is from us gone, the valiant Knight of Chivalry: Of rich and poor belov'd was he, in time an honourable Knight; When by our Laws condemn'd to dye, he lately took his last good night. Count him not like to Champion, those Traytorous men of Babington, Nor like the Earl of Westmerland, by whom a number were undone: He never yet hurt Mothers Son, his quarrel still maintains the right, Which makes the tears my face down run when I think on his last good night. The Portugals can witness be, his Dagger at Lisborn Gate he flung, And like a Knight of Chivalry, his Chain upon the gate he hung; I would to God that he would come to fetch them back in order right Which thing was by his honour done, yet lately took his last good night. The Frenchmen they can testifie, the town of Gourney he took in, And marcht to Rome immediately, not caring for his foes a pin, With Bullets then he pierc'd their skin and made them flye from his sight: He there that time did credit win, and now hath tane his last good night And stately Cales can witness be, even by his Proclamation right, He did command them all straightly, to have a care of Infants lives: And that none should hurt man or wife, which was against their right, Therefore they pray'd for his long life, which lately took his last good night. Would God he ne'r had Ireland known, nor set one foot on Flanders ground Then might we well injoy'd our own, where now our Jewel will not be found Which makes our foes still abound, trickling with salt tears in our sight, To hear his name in our ears to sound, Lord Deverux took his last good night. Ashwednesday that dismal day, when he came forth of his chamber door, Upon a Scaffold there he saw, his heads-man standing him before: His Nobles all they did deplore, sheding salt tears in his sight, He said farewel to rich and poor, at his good morrow and goodnight: My Lords said he you stand but by, to see performance of the Law, It is I that have deserv'd to dye. and yield my self unto the blow, I have deserv'd to dye I know, but ne'r against my Countries right, Nor to my Queen was ever foe, upon my death at my good night. Farewel Elizabeth my gracious Queen, God bless thee with thy council all, Farewel my Knights of Chivalry, farewel my Souldiers stout and tall. Farewel the Commons great and small, into the hands of men I light, My life shall make amends for all, for Essex bids the world good night. Farewel dear wife and children three, farewel my kind and tender son, Comfort your selves mourn not for me, although your fall be now begun, My time is come my glass is run, comfort your self in former light, Seeing by my fall you are undone, your father bids the world good night. Derick thou know'st at Cales I sav'd thy life lost for a Rape there done, As thou thy self can'st testifie, thine own hand three and twenty hung, But now thou seest my self is come by chance into thy hands I light, Strike out thy blow that I may know, thou Essex lov'd at his good night. When England counted me a Papist, the work of Papists I defie, I ne'r worshipt saint nor Angel in heaven nor the Virgin Mary I. But to Christ which for my sins did dye, trickling with Salt tears in his sight Spreading my arms to God on high, Lord Jesus receive my soul this night Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1686-1688 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for W. Thackeray and T. Passinger Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Execution of Robert Deverux Earl of Essex by beheading at the Tower of London 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 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tower of London Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8be845d0e32598bf74d31d44a41828b9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballds 2.162-3; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20781/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20781</a> // <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32618/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32618</a> Subtitle who was Beheaded in the Tower of London, on Ash-Wednesday, 1603. A Lamentable Ballad on the Earl of Essex Death Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Lamentable Ditty made on the Death of Robert Deverux Earl of Essex, beheading Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/110777e5e3401fec2d8d4b8c03aa6171.jpg e50a66fdeb74daddfe7ef1b8b42a1b93 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>The Kings last good-night. </em>//<em> <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1169">Welladay</a> </em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALL you that cry, O hone O hone come now & sing O Lord with me For why our Jewell is from us gone, the valiant Knight of Chivalry: Of rich and poore beloved was he, in time an honourable Knight: When by our Lawes condemnd was he and lately tooke his last good-night. Count him not like to Campion, (these traiterous men) or Babington Nor like the Earle of Westmerland, by whom a number were undone: He never yet hurt mothers son, his quarell stil mantaind the right, which maks the teares my cheks down run when I think on his last goodnight. The Portingals can witnesse be, his Dagger at Lisbone gate he flung And like a Knight of Chivalry, his Chaine upon the same he hung, would God that he would thither come to fetch them both in order right, Which thing was by his honour done, yet lately tooke his last good-night. The Frenchmen they can testifie, the Towne of Gourney he tooke in, And marchd to Rone immediately, not caring for his foes a pin: with bullets then he piercd their skin and made them flee farre from his sight He at that time did credit win, and now hath tane his last good-night. And stately Cales can witnesse well, even by his Proclamation right: He did command them all straitly, to have a care of Infants lives: That none should ravish maid nor wife which was against their order right. Therefore they prayd for his long life which latly tooke his last good-night. Would God he had nere Ireland known nor set his feet on Flanders ground: Then might we well enjoy our owne, where now our jewel will not be found Which makes our woes stil to abound trickling with salt teares in our sight to heare his name in our eares to sound Lord Devereux took his last good-night Ashwednesday that dismall day, when he came forth of his chamber doore Upon a Scaffold there he saw, his headsman standing him before, The Nobles all they did deplore. shedding their salt teares in his sight He said farewell to rich and poore. at his good-morrow and good-night. My Lords, quoth he, you stand but by, to see performance of the Law? Its I that have deservd to dye, and yeeld my life unto the blow, I have deservd to dye, I know, but nere against my Countries right, Nor to my Queene was never foe, upon my death at my good-night. farewel Elizabeth my gracious Queen God blesse thee & thy Councell all Farewell you Knights of Chivalry, farewell my Souldiers stout and tall, Farewell the Commons great & small, into the hands of men I light. My life shall make amends for all, for Essex bids the world good-night. Farewell deare wife & children three, farewell my yong and tender son, Comfort your selves mourne not for me, although you fall be now begun, My time is come, the glasse [i]s run, comfort your selves, in former light Seeing by my fall you are undone, your father bids the world good-night Dericke, thou knowest, at Cales I savd thy life, lost for a Rape there done, Which thou thy selfe canst testifie, thine owne hand three & twenty hung, But now thou seest my time is come, by chance into thy hands I light, Strike out the blow, that I may know, thou Essex lovd at his good-night. When England counted me a Papist, the workes of Papists I defie, I nere worshipt Saint, nor Angel in heaven, nor to the Virgin Mary I, But to Christ, which for my sins did die trickling with sad teares in his sight, Spreding my armes to God on high, Lord Jesus receive my soule this night // [SWeet] Englands pride is gon, welladay, welladay, [Whi]ch makes her sigh and grone evermore still: [He] did her fame advance, [In] Ireland, Spaine, and France, [And] now by [?] all chance, is from us tane. [He] was a vertuous Peere, welladay, welladay, [And] was esteemed deare, evermore still: [He] alwayes helpt the poore, which makes them sigh ful sore His death they doe deplore, in every place. [Br]ave honour gracd him still, gallantly, gallantly, [He] nere did deed of ill, well it is knowne, [But] Envy that foule fiend, [Wh]ose malice nere had end, [Hath br]ought true vertues friend [unto t]his thrall. [At Tilt] he did surpasse, gallantly, gallantly [All men] that is and was [eve]rmore still: [One day as it] was seene, [In honour of]our Queene [Such deeds] nere bin seene, [as he did do,] [Abroad and eke a]t home, [gallantly, galla]ntly, [For valour there was] none, [like him before,] [But Ireland France and Spain,] [That feared great Essexs na]me, And England lovd the same, in every place. But all would not prevaile welladay, welladay, His deeds did not availe, more was the pitty, He was condemd to die, for treason certainly, But God that sits on high, knoweth all things. That Sunday in the morne, welladay, welladay, That he to the Citie came, with all his troupe: That first began the strife, and causd him lose his life And others did the like, as well as hee Yet her Princely Majesty, graciously, graciously, Hath pardon given free, to many of them: She hath releasd them quite and given them their right, They may pray day and night, God to defend her. Shrove tusday in the night, welladay, welladay, With a heavy hearted sprite, as it is said: The Lieutenant of the Tower, who kept him in his power, At ten a clocke that houre, to him did come. And said unto him there mournfully, mournfully, My Lord you must prepare, to dye to morrow. Gods will be done quoth he, yet shall you strangely see God strong in me to be, though I am weake. I pray you pray for me, welladay, welladay: That God may strengthen me, against that houre: Then straight way he did call to the Guard under the wall, And did intreat them all for him to pray. For to morrow is the day, welladay, welladay, That I the debt must pay, which I doe owe: It [is] my life I mean: [Which I must pay the Queen] Even so hath Justice given, that I must dye. In the morning was he brought welladay, welladay, Where a Scaffold was set up within the Tower: Many Lords were present then with other Gentlemen, Which were appointed then to see him die. You Noble Lords, quoth he, welladay, welladay, That must the witnesse be, of this my death: Know I never lovd Papistry, but still did it defie, And Essex thus did dye, here in this place. I have a sinner been, welladay, welladay, Yet never wrongd my Queene, in all my life: My God, I did offend, which grives me at my end, May all the rest amend, I doe forgive them. To the State I nere ment ill, welladay, welladay, Neither wisht the Commons il, in all my life: But lovd all with my heart, and alwayes tooke their part, Whereas there was desart, in any place. Then mildly did he crave, mournfully, mournfully, He might that fovour have, private to pray: He then praid heartily, and with great ferver To god that sits on hi[e] for to receive him. And then he praid ag[ain] mournfully, mou[rnfully] God to preserve [his Queen,] from all her fo[es.] And send her lo[ng to reign,] true Justice [remain] And not to le[t proud Spain] once to of[fend her,] His Gown [he stript off then] wellada[y, welladay,] And put [off his Hat and Band,] and [hung them by,] Pray[ing still continually, [To God that sits on high,] [Dev]ereux, [Wed]nesday [Fragment from the far left of 1.106] [That he m]ight patiently, [then suf]fer death. [My Heads-m]an that must be, [then sa]id he cheerfully, [Let him] come here to me, [that I] may him see, [Who kn]eeled to him then, [Art th]ou (quoth he) the man, [Who art] appointed now, [my lif]e to free. [Yes my] Lord, did he say, [wella]day, welladay, [Forgiv]e me, I you pray, [for this i]s your death, [I here d]oe thee forgive, [And m]ay true Justice live, [No foul]e crime to forgive, [With]in their place. [Then h]e kneeld downe againe, [mour]nfully, mournfully, [And wa]s required by some, [there] standing by: [To forg]ive his enemies, [Before] death close his eyes, [Which he] did in hearty wise, [thankin]g them for it. [That they] would remember him [welladay] welladay, [That he m]ight forgive them all, [that hath] him wrongd, [Now my L]ords I take my leave [Sweet Chr]ist my soule receive, [Now when] you will prepare, [I am] ready. [He laid his he]ad on the blocke, [welladay,] welladay, [But his Dou]blet let the stroke, [But he ther]e did say: [What must] be done (quoth he) [Shall be d]one presently, [There his d]oublet off put he, [and layd d]owne againe. [Then the H]eadsman did his part. [cruelly,]cruelly, [He was ne]ver seene to start, [for all t]he blowes: [His soul now] it is at rest, [In heav]en amongst the blest, [Where G]od send us to rest, [when it] shall please him. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for C. W. 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. Tower of London Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/110777e5e3401fec2d8d4b8c03aa6171.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballds 1.106-107; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20044/image">EBBA 20044 </a>// <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32617/image">EBBA 32617</a> Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events damaged, lots of missing words. Think it begins on right hand side, not sure if it's two ballads or one weirdly printed Subtitle To the tune of. The Kings last good-night. A lamentable Ditty composed upon the death of Robert Lo[rd Devereux] late Earle of Essex, who was beheaded in the Tower of London, o[n Ashwenesday] in the morning, 1600. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A lamentable new Ballad upon the Earle of Essex his death. beheading Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/155394a10b63c479929a0446a0ddabef.png 49cd191028da81e05029a30982caff2c https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/663eb7ad0aece59c963c5e0944e8be4f.png a0120ce9c9b4f074a86416a1c9dc99f7 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/cff28fb13e1a6375bbf1ae4357bd7613.mp3 e7bbd0c7693428141a72c7040a120bfe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad This song celebrates the beheading on Tower Hill on 28 July 1540 of Thomas Cromwell, Henry VIII's chief adviser. It is the earliest English execution ballad that can be reliably dated. The singer addresses Cromwell directly, mocking his rise from a low birth to the unprecedented heights he achieved. Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1295"><em>Half Hannikin</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Trolle on away, trolle on awaye, Synge heave and howe rombelowe trolle on away. Both man and chylde is glad to here tell Of that false traytoure Thomas Crumwell, Now that he is set to learne to spell. Synge trolle on away. When fortune lokyd the in thy face, Thou haddest fayre tyme, but thou lackydyst grace; Thy cofers with golde thou fyllydst a pace, Synge, &c. Both plate and chalys came to thy fyst, Thou lockydst them vp where no man wyst, Tyll in the kynges treasoure such things were myst. Synge, &c. Both crust and crumme came thorowe thy handes, Thy marchaundyse sayled over the sandes, Therfore nowe thou art layde fast in bandes. Synge, &c. Fyrste when Kynge Henry, God saue his grace! Perceyud myschefe kyndlyd in thy face, Then it was tyme to purchase the a place. Synge, &c. Hys grace was euer of gentyll nature, Mouyd with petye, and made the hys seruyture; But thou, as a wretche, suche thinges dyd procure. Synge, &c. Thou dyd not remembre, false heretyke, One God, one fayth, and one kynge catholyke, For thou hast bene so long a scysmatyke. Synge, &c. Thou woldyst not learne to knowe these thre; But euer was full of iniquite: Wherfore all this lande hathe ben troubled with the. Synge, &c. All they, that were of the new trycke, Agaynst the churche thou baddest them stycke; Wherfore nowe thou haste touchyd the quycke. Synge, &c. Bothe sacramentes and sacramentalles Thou woldyst not suffre within thy walles; Nor let vs praye for all chrysten soules. Synge, &c. Of what generacyon thou were no tonge can tell, Whyther of Chayme, or Syschemell, Or else sent vs from the deuyll of hell. Synge, &c. Thou woldest neuer to vertue applye, But couetyd euer to clymme to hye, And nowe haste thou trodden thy shoo awrye. Synge, &c. Who-so-euer dyd winne thou wolde not lose; Wherfore all Englande doth hate the, as I suppose, Bycause thou wast false to the redolent rose. Synge, &c. Thou myghtest have learned thy cloth to flocke Upon thy gresy fullers stocke; Wherfore lay downe thy heade vpon this blocke. Synge, &c. Yet saue that soule, that God hath bought, And for thy carcas care thou nought, Let it suffre payne, as it hath wrought. Synge, &c. God saue King Henry with all his power, And Prynce Edwarde that goodly flowre, With al hys lordes of great honoure. Synge trolle on awaye, syng trolle on away. Hevye and how rombelowe trolle on awaye. 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 Date Date of ballad 1540 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tower Hill Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Original in Antiquarian Society, in a large folio Collection of Proclamations, &c Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/155394a10b63c479929a0446a0ddabef.png" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="650"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/663eb7ad0aece59c963c5e0944e8be4f.png" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="750" height="650"></iframe><br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/cff28fb13e1a6375bbf1ae4357bd7613.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image notice Full size image/s available at the bottom of this page. Image / Audio Credit Thomas Percy, <em>Percy's reliques of ancient English poetry</em> (London: Dent, 1910), 327-329. Audio recording by Jenni Hyde. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A newe ballade made of Thomas Crumwel, called ‘Trolle on away’ Audio recording beheading political treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/20c884c15ac40df0d9d6f25ffb14214f.jpg 3c98eee601b31e8f696e38ae55120040 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Cavalilly-man</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Come all our Caballers & Parliament Votes That stick'd for hanging & cuting of throats, Lament the misfortune of perjured Otes. Who first must be Pillor's and after be Hang'd. What Devil suspected this, 5 years agon, When I was in hopes to hang up half the Town, I Swore against Miter and Cursed the Crown. But now must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd. I cursed the Bishops and hang'd up the Priests, I swore my self Doctor yet never could Preach, But a Cant full of Blasphemy all I could reach. I now must be Pillor'd, and after be Hang'd. Now Otes is i'th' Cubboard & Manger with Colt, The Caldron may boyl me for fear I should molt, here I've ne'r a Bum for a VVheel-Barrow jolt. Yet now must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd. My forty Commissions and Spanish balck Bills, Invisible Armys lodg'd upon Hills, Such old perjur'd Nonsence my Narrative fills. That I now must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd. My twelve pounds a Wee I want to support For stinking i'th' City and fouling the Court, Like Devil in Dungeon I'm now hamper'd fort. Yet first must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd. They hang us in order, the Devil knows how, 'Zounds all the e're put one paw to the Plow, I ne'r fear'd the Devil would fail me till now. That I first must be Pllor'd & after be hang'd. For Calling the Duke a Papist and Traytor, I often have call'd the King little better, I'm fast by the heels like a Beast in a Fetter, I first must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd. I swore that the Queen would Poyson the King, That VVakeman had monys the Poyson to bring, When I knew in my heart there was no such thing. I now must be Pillor's and after be Hang'd. I'm Resolv'd to be hang'd dead drunk like Hugh Peter If I can but have my Skin stuft with good Liquor, Then I shall limp to old Tapskie much quicker. But I first must be Pillor'd and after be hang'd. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titus_Oates" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Titus Oates (15 September 1649 - 12/13 July 1705) was an English perjurer who fabricated the "Popish Plot", a supposed Catholic conspiracy to kill King Charles II. <br /><br /><strong>The Popish Plot</strong> <br />Oates and Tonge wrote a lengthy manuscript that accused the Roman Catholic Church of approving an assassination of Charles II. The Jesuits in England were to carry out the task. In August 1678, King Charles was warned of this supposed plot against his life by the chemist Christopher Kirkby, and later by Tonge. The king was unimpressed but handed the matter over to his minister Earl of Danby, who was more willing to listen, and who was introduced to Oates by Tonge. <br /><br />The King's Council interrogated Oates. On 28 September Oates made 43 allegations against various members of Catholic religious orders äóî including 541 Jesuits äóî and numerous Catholic nobles. He accused Sir George Wakeman, the queen's physician, and Edward Colman, the secretary to the Duchess of York (Mary of Modena), of planning to assassinate the king. <br />Although Oates probably selected the names randomly or with the help of the Earl of Danby, Colman was found to have corresponded with a French Jesuit, which condemned him. Wakeman was later acquitted. <br />Others Oates accused included Dr William Fogarty, Archbishop Peter Talbot of Dublin, Samuel Pepys, and Lord Belasyse. With the help of the Earl of Danby the list grew to 81 accusations. Oates was given a squad of soldiers and he began to round up Jesuits, including those who had helped him in the past. <br /><br />On 6 September 1678, Oates and Tonge approached an Anglican magistrate. On 12 October, Sir Edmund Berry Godfrey, an Anglican magistrate, disappeared and was found dead five days later in a ditch at Primrose Hill. He had been strangled and run through with his own sword. In September Oates and Tonge had sworn an affidavit in front of Godfrey detailing their accusations. Oates exploited this incident to launch a public campaign against the "Papists" and alleged that this murder had been the work of the Jesuits. <br /><br />On 24 November, Oates claimed the Queen was working with the King's physician to poison the King, and Oates enlisted the aid of "Captain" William Bedloe, who was ready to say anything for money. The King personally interrogated Oates, caught him out in a number of inaccuracies and lies, and ordered his arrest. However, a couple of days later, Parliament forced Oates' release with the threat of constitutional crisis. <br />Oates soon received a state apartment in Whitehall and an annual allowance of £1,200. Oates was heaped with praise. He asked the College of Arms to check his lineage and produce a coat of arms for him. They gave him the arms of a family that had died out. There were even rumours that Oates was to be married to a daughter of the Earl of Shaftesbury. <br /><br />After nearly three years and the executions of at least 15 men who are now thought to be innocent of the Plot, opinion began to turn against Oates. The last high-profile victim of the climate of suspicion was Oliver Plunkett, Archbishop of Armagh, who was executed on 1 July 1681. Judge William Scroggs began to declare more people innocent, as he had done in the Wakeman trial, and a backlash took place. <br /><br />On 31 August 1681, Oates was told to leave his apartments in Whitehall, but remained undeterred and denounced the King, the Duke of York, and just about anyone[who?] he regarded as an opponent. He was arrested for sedition, sentenced to a fine of £100,000 and thrown into prison. When James II acceded to the throne, he had a score to settle. He had Oates retried and sentenced for perjury to annual pillory, loss of clerical dress, and imprisonment for life. Oates was taken out of his cell wearing a hat with the text "Titus Oates, convicted upon full evidence of two horrid perjuries" and put into the pillory at the gate of Westminster Hall (now New Palace Yard) where passers-by pelted him with eggs. The next day he was pilloried in London and a third day was stripped, tied to a cart, and whipped from Aldgate to Newgate. The next day, the whipping resumed. The judge was Judge Jeffreys who stated that Oates was a "shame to mankind". <br /><br />Oates spent the next three years in prison. At the accession of William of Orange and Mary in 1688, he was pardoned and granted a pension of £5 a week but his reputation did not significantly recover. The pension was later suspended, but in 1698 was restored and increased to £300 a year. Titus Oates died on 12 July or 13 July 1705. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Printed for J. Dean, Bookseller in Cranborn-street near Newport House in Leicester-Fields 1684. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. Hanging Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library Bridgewater, Shelfmark: HEH 134252, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32136/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32136</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/20c884c15ac40df0d9d6f25ffb14214f.jpg" frameborder="0" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Or Otes made Free-man of Whitington's Colledge, for Perjury, Scandalum Magnatum, and something like Treason. 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Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1581 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Campion" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Saint Edmund Campion (24 January 1540 - 1 December 1581) was an English Jesuit priest, executed as a traitor, but regarded by the Catholic Church as a martyr. <br /><br />Committed to the Tower of London, he was questioned in the presence of Queen Elizabeth, who asked him if he acknowledged her to be the true Queen of England. He replied she was, and she offered him wealth and dignities, but on condition of rejecting his Catholic faith, which he refused to accept. He was kept a long time in prison and reputedly racked twice. Despite the effect of a false rumour of retraction and a forged confession, his adversaries summoned him to four public conferences (1, 18, 23 and 27 September 1581). <br /><br />Although still suffering from his ill treatment, and allowed neither time nor books for preparation, he reportedly conducted himself so easily and readily that he won the admiration of most of the audience. Tortured again on 31 October, he was indicted at Westminster on a charge of having conspired, along with others, in Rome and Reims to raise a sedition in the realm and dethrone the Queen. <br /><br />Campion was sentenced to death as a traitor. He answered: "In condemning us, you condemn all your own ancestors, all our ancient bishops and kings, all that was once the glory of England -- the island of saints, and the most devoted child of the See of Peter." He received the death sentence with the Te Deum laudamus. After spending his last days in prayer he was led with two companions, Ralph Sherwin and Alexander Briant, to Tyburn where the three were hanged, drawn and quartered on 1 December 1581. He was 41 years of age. <br /><br />Edmund Campion was beatified by Pope Leo XIII on 9 December 1886. Blessed Edmund Campion was canonized nearly eighty-four years later in 1970 by Pope Paul VI as one of the Forty Martyrs of England and Wales with a common feast day of 4 May. His feast day is celebrated on 1 December, the day of his martyrdom. The actual ropes used in his execution are now kept in glass display tubes at Stonyhurst College in Lancashire; each year they are placed on the altar of St Peter's Church for Mass to celebrate Campion's feast day - which is always a holiday for the school. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Richard Iones, dwellinge ouer agaynst the Faulcon, neare Holburne Bridge. Anno. I58I. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 41 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Composer of Ballad William Elderton? Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8a25f49e3fc9809373cfa73b463f19bb.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Society of Antiquaries of Lodon - Broadsides, Shelfmark: Cab Lib g; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/36313/image" target="_blank">EBBA 36313</a> Subtitle By the example of the late death of Edmund Campion, Ralphe Sherwin, and Thomas ['Thomas' crossed out; 'Alexander' written above it in ink] Bryan, Iesuites and Seminarie priestes: Who suffered at Tyburne, on Friday the first Daye of December. Anno Domini. 1581. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Triumph for true Subiects, and a Terrour vnto al Traitours: drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/eef1312bbee0fe6753f7785fbbc1e1a1.jpg 23d716c59c2706b3ffad781c87574871 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Greensleeves</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1584-1627 ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprinted at London by Edward Allde. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason, heresy Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. various Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/eef1312bbee0fe6753f7785fbbc1e1a1.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="320" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit National Library of Scotland - Crawford, Crawford.EB.1434; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/34359/image" target="_blank">EBBA 34359</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOu Traitors all that doo devise, to hurt our Queene in trecherous wise, And in your hartes doo still surmize, which way to hurt our England: Consider what the ende will be, Of Traitors all in their degree, Hanging is still their destenye, that trouble the peace of England. Will not examples make you true, But you will still the steppes ensue, Of the ungodly Romish crue, that trouble the peace of England! Remember Felton long agoe, And Campion that was hang'd also, With a number great of Traitors moe, that troubled the peace of England. Then Parrie and Throckmorton eke, Of traiterous driftts were not to seeke, And divers other have doone the like, to trouble the peace of England: And Babbington with his wicked traine, Continually did beate their braine, which way and how they might obtaine, to trouble the peace of England. But God we see hath still made knowne, Their wicked meaninges every one, And death hath made their harts to grone, that troubled the peace of England: Yet will not these examples good, Once stay these traitors madding mood, But still they seeke to suck the blood, of our gratious Queene of England. As late neer London there was seene, Two traitors hang'd on Myle-end greene which did take part against our Queene, to trouble her Realme of England: The first a Preest, his name was Deane, The next was Weblin who did meane, To helpe the Spaniards for to gleane, the fruites of the Realme of England. The next in Finsberrie feeld their died, A Preest that was a traitor tryed, His name was Gunter who denied, to helpe the good Queene of England: But he would for the Spaniards sake, Provide invasion for to make, And gainst our Queene their partes to take to trouble the peace of England. There died in Lincolnes feelde also, Moorton a cruell traitor too: He being a Preest with other moe, did come to trouble our England. And in that place there died with him, One Moore that was a traitor grim, who would have ventured life and lim, to hurt the good Queene of England. There died eke at Clarkenwell, A Preest that was a traitor fell, His name was Acton trueth to tell, that troubled the peace of England: For why, he sought for to maintaine, The Pope and eke the Spanish traine, And did our gratious Queene disdaine, with all that love her in England. Then Felton yong who did upholde, The Pope as did his Father olde, His false hart he to treason solde, to trouble the peace of England: To Braintford he was had to dye, wheras he stoutly did deny, To helpe our Queene and her Cuntrye, but sought the decay of England. And in like manner Clarkson he, To Braintford went for company, where both were hanged upon a tree, as enemies to our England: Both Preests they were of Romish rout Who subtilly did goe about, But yet for them it was no boot, to hurt the good Realme of England. At Tyborne dyed the thirteth day, Flewert and Shelley, trueth to say, And Leigh a preest who did denay, to aide the good Queene of England: Martin and Rooche that present died, At Tyborne being Traitors tryed: For like the rest they had denide, to aide the good Queene of England. One Margeret Ward there died that daye, For from Bridewell she did convay, A traiterous preest with ropes away, that sought to trouble our England: This wicked woman voide of grace, Would not repent in any case, But desperatly even at that place, she died as a foe to England. When Law had passed upon them so, they should be hang'd and quartered too Our Queene tooke mercy on them tho, which sought her decay in England: And pardoned them their greatest paine, Yet all her pitie was in vaine, For to aske mercy they did disdaine, of the gratious Queene of England. But God we see dooth still defend, Our gratious Queene unto the end, Gainst traitors that doo ill pretend, to her and her Realme of England: God graunt that we may thankfull be, Unto his glorious Majestie, That so defendes the soveraignty, of the vertuous Queene of England. The names of the 8. Tray- tors, executed on the eight and twentith of August. William Deane, and Henry Webley, executed at Myle-end. William Gunter, executed at Fins-burye. Robert Moorton and Hugh Moore, execu- ted in Lincolns Inne feelde. Thomas Acton executed at Clarkenwell. Thomas Felton and James Clarkson, executed neere Braintford. The names of them that were executed the 30. of August. Richard Flewett, Edward Shelley, Richard Leigh, Richard Martin, and John Rooche, execu- ted at Tyborne. Also at the same time one Margeret Ward for letting a Seminarye Preeste out of Bride- well. Subtitle Wherof vi. were executed in diuers places neere about <em>London</em>, and 2. neere <em>Braintford</em> the 28. day of August, 1588. Also at Tyborne were executed the 30. day vj.namely 5. Men and one Woman. To the tune of Greensleeves. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A warning to all false Traitors by example of 14.  English heresy treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5894502ed74abb5df0df467d85e66b36.jpg bf78f317a2b9e648bd2bb9ac8a8670b2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Stand forth ye damn'd deluding Priests of Baal, And sound from out each Trumpet Mouth a Call Let it be loud and shrill, that ev'ry Man May hear the noise, from Beersheba to Dan; To summon all the Faction, that they may In doleful Hums and Haws, bewail this day, And to their Just Confusion howl and roar, For the great Bully of their Cause, is now no more. But now methinks I hear the Faction cry, Ohone! Where's all thy Pomp and Gallantry? Thy Great Commands, they Interest and thy State? The many Crouds which did upon thee wait? When thou like Atlas on thy shoulders bore, That mighty World which we so much adore That Pageant Heroe, Off-spring of a Whore. Behold ye stubborn Crew, the certain Fate That waits upon the hardened Reprobate. See; the effects of Treason's Terrible, In this life Infamy, and i'th' next a Hell, While Heav'n attends on Kings with special Care, The Traitor to himself becomes a snare: Drove out like Cain, to wander through the World, By his own thoughts into Distraction hurl'd, Despis'd by all, perplext with hourly fear, And by his Friends push't like the hunted Deer, Like a mad Dog, still houted as he ran, A just Reward for th' base Rebellious man. How often has kind Heaven preserv'd the Crown, And tumbled the Audacious Rebel down? How many Warnings have they had of late? How often read their own impending Fate? That still they dare their wicked Acts pursue, And know what Heaven has ordain'd their due? That man who cou'd not reas'nably desire To raise his Fortunes, and his Glories higher, Who did enjoy, unto a wish, such store, That all his Ancestors scarce heard of more, Shou'd by his own procuring fall so low, As if he'd study'd his own overthrow, Looks like a story yet without a Name, And may be stil'd the first Novel in Fame? So the fam'd Angels, Turbulent as Great, Who always waited 'bout the Mercy-Seat, Desiring to be something yet unknown, Blunder'd at all, and would have graspt the Crown, Till Heaven's Great Monarch, saw they wou'd Rebel, Then dasht their Hopes, and damn'd them down to Hell. And now methinks I see to th'fatal place A Troop of Whiggs with Faction in each Face, And Red-swoln Eyes, moving with mournful pace, Pitying the Mighty Sampson of their Cause, Cursed their Fates, and Railing at the Laws. The Sitters too appear, with sniveling ryes To celebrate their Stallions Obsequies; From th' Play-house and from Change, how they resort, From Country, City, nay, there's some from Court, From the Old C---ss wither'd and decay'd, To a Whigg Brewers Youthful Lovely Maid. Gods! What a Troop is here? sure Hercules Had found enough so many Whores to please. Repent, ye Factious Rout, Repent and be Forewarn'd by this bold Traytors Destiny. Go home ye Factious Dogs, and mend your Lives; Be Loyal, and make honest all your Wives. You keep from Conventicles first, and then Keep all your Wives from Conventicling Men. Leave off your Railing 'gainst the King and State, Your foolish Prating, and more foolish Hate. Obey the Laws, and bravely act your parts, And to the Church unite in Tongues and Hearts; Be sudden too, before it proves too late, Lest you partake of this bold Traytors Fate. And if the Faction thinks it worth the Cost, (To keep this Bully's Name from being lost) To raise a Pillar, to perpetuate His Wond'rous Actions, and Ignoble Fate, Let 'em about it streight, and when 'tis done, I'le Crown the Work with this Inscription. Bold Fame thou Ly'st! Read here all you That wou'd this Mighty Mortal know; First, he was one of low degree, But rose to an Hyperbole. Famous t'excess in ev'ry thing, But duty to his God, and King; In Oaths as Great as any He, That ever Grac'd the Tripple Tree; So Absolute, when Drencht in Wine, He might have been the God o' th' Vine. His Brutal Lust was still so strong, He never spar'd, or old, or young; In Cards and Dice he was well known, T'out-cheat the Cheaters of the Town. These were his Virtues, if you'd know His Vices too pray read below. Not wholly Whig, nor Atheist neither, But something form'd of both together, Famous in horrid Blasphemies, Practic'd in base Adulteries. In Murders vers'd as black, and foul As his Degenerated Soul. In's Maxims too, as great a Beast, *His Father As *those his honest Father drest. was a Groom. The Factious Bully, Sisters Stallion: Now Hang'd, and Damn'd, for his Rebellion. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1686 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for William Bateman, in the / Old Change. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5894502ed74abb5df0df467d85e66b36.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Bridgewater, Shelfmark: HEH 134747; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32147/image">EBBA 32147</a> Subtitle Executed for Conspiring the Death of His most Sacred Majesty, and Royal Brother, June 20. 1684. With some Satyrical Reflections on the whole Faction. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Ce n'est donc fait o mon Epoux! Philippe comblé sa vengeance tu viens de tomber sous ses coups, il n'est plus de vertus en France. L'injustice et la cruauté dans tous les coeurs on pris leur place, Et la perfide lacheté plus cruelle encore que l'audace. Ma fille, helas! jamais tes yeux Ne reverront ton tendre pere; Ce parfait ouvrage des Cieux, Elizabeth, n'a plus de frere. Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Models d'amour et constance, Des barbares l'affreux projet Accuse aussi ton innocence. Toi qui souvent des assassins Mon fils, as desarmé la rage, Recois ce papier de mes mains* Voila ton plus bel heritage. Pardonne à tous nos ennemis Comme ton pere leur pardonne, L'august fils de Saint Louis* En montant au Ciel te l'ordonne. Vous qui souffrez, des coups du sort N'accusez point la barbarie. Pouriez vous bien vous plaindre encor, En contemplant ma triste vie. Pour vous il n'est plus de malheurs J'en epuisai la coupe amere: Ah! pour bien sentir mes douleurs Faut être epouse, Reine, et mere. Dans le chagrin mon coeur noyé, N'a point d'azile en sa souffrance On me refuse la pitié,* Et Je regnois hier en France! Ainsi quand tout me fait la loi, Cher et tendre epoux, de te suivre La gloire de mon jeune Roi M'impose le tourment de vivre. Mon fils, pour rendre à son devoir Un peuple encore dans l'ivresse, Pour faire cherir ton pouvoir, Pour faire benir ta jeunesse, Je te parlerai jour et nuit Des douces vertus de ton pere: Un autre y joindra le recit Des infortunes de ta mere. *Le Testament de Louis XVI *Fils de St. Louis, vous montez au Ciel: Paroles prononcées par Edgeworth confesseur du Roi, aux pieds de l'echaffaud *On a defendu aux commissaires du Temple de rendre compte de la situation des Augustes prisonniers de crainte que le peuple ne s'attendrit sur leur sort. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1792? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Antoinette sings after her husband's execution Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Se vend chez M. Fores, No. 3 Piccadilly et chez les Marchands de Musique Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. guillotine Composer of Ballad words: M. Peltier, music M. Ferrari Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte de la Reine de France Female guillotine treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/33f877105d8547e8bf04f53f867ca3dd.jpg 4a9c7d1060fe7aa790c1798550304cac https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fd2c74fc37103f75ebdcad1cc9f96afd.jpg 7e312527411d6d0158d2633edfdd9cd8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Pauvre Jacques Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O mon peuple que vous ai-je donc fait ? J'aimais la vertu, la justice ; Votre bonheur fut mon unique objet Et vous me traînez au supplice (bis) Français, Français, nest-ce pas parmi vous Que Louis reçut la naissance ? Le même ciel nous a vu naître tous J'étais enfant dans votre enfance (bis) O mon peuple ! ai-je donc mérité Tant de tourments et tant de peines ? Quand je vous ai donné la liberté Pourquoi me chargez vous de chaînes ? (bis) Tout jeune encore les Français en moi Voyaient leur appui tutélaire ; je n'étais pas encore votre roi Et déjà j'étais votre père. (bis) Quand je montai sur ce trône éclatant Que me destina ma naissance, Mon premier pas dans ce poste brillant Fut un édit de bienfaisance. (bis) Le bon Henri longtemps cher à vos coeurs Eut cependant quelques faiblesses : Mais Louis seize, ami des bonnes moeurs, N'eut ni favoris, ni maîtresses. (bis) Nommez les donc, nommez moi les sujets Dont ma main signa la sentence Un seul jour vit périr plus de Français Que les vingt ans de ma puissance. (bis) Si ma mort peut faire votre bonheur Prenez mes jours, je vous les donne ; Votre bon roi, déplorant votre erreur, Meurt innocent et vous pardonne. (bis) O mon peuple ! recevez mes adieux, Soyez heureux, je meurs sans peine Puisse mon sang en coulant sous vos yeux Dans vos coeurs éteindre la haine (bis Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Louis XVI sings to his people before being executed Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events This song is parodied in Parodie sur la complainte de Louis Capet chanson des rues dédiée aux vrais républicains, choisie et chantées par les citoyens Bellerose et Bien Aimé, son cousin, chanteurs sur le Pont au Change, seuls renommés pour les belles ariettes. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male URL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZfrLaZTrxE Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Il est minuit, tout m'abandonne, Je n'ai d'ami que ma douleur; Et dans l'effroi qui m'environne, Je suis seul avec mon malheur. Chaque instant, l'oreille attentive, Je crois, de mon épouse plaintive, Entendre les tristes accens, Illusion trompeuse et vaine!... Je n'entends que gémir ma chaîne, Et j'appelle en vain mes enfans. O! que la nuit dans sa carrire Est lente à ramener le jour! Eh! que m'importe la lumire? Je vais la perdre sans retour. Hélas! abreuvé de tristesse, Nuit, je te demande sans cesse, Verrai-je le jour qui te suit? Et quand le jour vient à paroître, Je dis: ô jour, fais-moi connoître Si je dois voir encor la nuit? [more to transcribe] Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events another version, to 'air nouveau' in Gallica Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze URL http://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k54516155/f2.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 Complainte de Louis XVI dans sa prison. Air: Du malheureux Lisandre. French guillotine Male treason Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics En vain de ma douleur affreuse, Ces murs sont les tristes échos! En songeant que je fus heureuse, Je ne fais qu'accroître mes maux! A travers ces grilles terribles, Je vois les oiseaux dans les airs; Ils chantent leurs amours paisibles, Et moi, je pleure dans les fers! Quel que soit le sort qui m'accable, Mon coeur saura le soutenir, Infortunée et non coupable, Je prends pour juge l'avenir, Perfide et barbare ennemie, L'on détestera tes fureurs, Et sur la tombe de Marie, La pitié versera des pleurs! Voùtes sombres, séjour d'alarmes, Lieux au silence destinés, Ah! qu'un jour passé dans les larmes, Est long pour les infortunés! Les vents sifflent, le hibou crie, J'entends une cloche gémir. Tout dit à la triste Marie: Ton heure sonne, il faut mourir! Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1790? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Mary Queen of Scots 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 Composer of Ballad Words by Jean Pierre Claris de Florian (1755 - 1794) Music by Jean Paul Egide Martini, né Johann Paul Aegidius Schwarzendorf (1741 - 1816) Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Te bien aimer ô ma chère Zélie</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics C'en est donc fait, j'entre dans ton abîme, Trépas fatal! Tu déchires mon coeur! Hélas, grand Dieu! je suis un traître indigne, Car j'ai trahi la patrie et l'honneur. Cruels remords! Mon supplice s'avance; Fatal argent, tu fus mon séducteur; Tu me fis croire, en trahissant la France, Que j'allais voir l'aurore du bonheur. Faut-il, hélas! qu'un intérêt sordide M'ait engagé à vendre les Français! Braves soldats, d'un pas ferme et rapide Je vais chercher le prix de mes forfaits. La trahison est le plus grand des crimes, Lorsqu'on trahit sa nation, son pays: Combien, grand Dieu! je faisais de victimes En fournissant nos plans à l'ennemi! J'avais juré d'être toujours fidèle A nos héros, ainsi qu'à l'Empereur; Mais je devins parjure et criminel; Peuple Français, ah! plaignez mon erreur. L'heure a sonné; l'instant fatal avance: Adieu parens, adieu le monde entier. Fais, Dieu puissant! qu'un instant de souffrance Par mes remords puisse tout expier! Par Collinger. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1812 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Michel Michel, convicted of treason during (?) Napoleonic wars. He worked in the offices of the War Ministry and was convicted of passing secrets to the Russians. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 36 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Composer of Ballad Par Collinger. URL <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=MtoJAAAAIAAJ&amp;dq=michel+michel+trahison+cour+d%27assises&amp;source=gbs_navlinks_s" target="_blank">Proces instruit par la Cour d'assises de Paris contre Michel Michel, Louis Saget, Louis-Francois-Alexandre Salmon</a> Subtitle Agé de 36 ans, né à Puttelange, département de la Moselle, demeurant à Paris, rue de la Planche, no 14, condamné à la peine de mort par la Cour d'Assises du département de la Seine, pour avoir trahi l'Etat. Tune Data No. 10. Te bien aimer o ma chere Zélie! As the title notes, this set of variations is based on a romance by Plantade - that is, Charles Henri Plantade, 1764-1839. The article of the first edition of the Grove Dictionary considers Plantade to have been the most successful of the composers in this genre, and this song in particular to have been his best . It was so well-known that many satirical songs were constructed using it as a basis, and is supposed to have sold 20,000 copies when it appeared in 1791. note below: L'air était si fameux au XIXe sicle que plusieurs versions, satiriques, politiques, poétiques, furent construites sur cette base musicale. Text: Te bien aimer, ô ma chre Zélie! Est pour toujours le charme de mon céur, Et désormais tout m'attache à la vie, Si mon amour suffit à ton bonheur. Pour apaiser le feu qui me dévore; Ce feu d'amour qui va me consumer; O ma Zélie! à l'amant qui t'adore, Donne un regard, un soupir. un baiser Va, ne crains pas d'abandonner ton âme Au sentiment que je veux t'inspirer; Rien ne plaît tant qu'une amoureuse flamme, Rien n'est plus doux que le plaisir d'aimer. // To love you well, o my dear Zélie! Is forever what charms my heart. And henceforth everything binds me to life, If my love is sufficient for your happiness. To sooth the fire which devores me, That fire of love which will consume me, O my Zélie, to the lover who adores you Give a look, a sigh, a kiss; Come, do not fear to abandon your soul To the feeling which I wish to inspire; Nothing is as pleasing as the flames of love, Nothing is as sweet as the pleasure of love. Image / Audio Credit BnF Franois Mittérand, Recueil de chansons Ye 56375, 161-240 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_French_Empire" target="_blank">Wikipedia, First French Empire:</a><br />The subsequent series of wars known collectively as the Napoleonic Wars extended French influence over much of Western Europe and into Poland. At its height in 1812, the French Empire had 130 départements, ruled over 44 million subjects, maintained an extensive military presence in Germany, Italy, Spain, and the Duchy of Warsaw, and could count Prussia and Austria as nominal allies. Early French victories exported many ideological features of the French Revolution throughout Europe. Seigneurial dues and seigneurial justice were abolished, aristocratic privileges were eliminated in all places except Poland, and the introduction of the Napoleonic Code throughout the continent increased legal equality, established jury systems, and legalized divorce. However Napoleon also placed relatives on the thrones of several European countries and granted many noble titles, most of which were not recognized after the empire fell.</p> <p>Historians have estimated the death toll from the Napoleonic Wars to be 6.5 million people, or 15% of the French Empire's subjects. In particular, French losses in the Peninsular War in Iberia severely weakened the Empire; after victory over the Austrian Empire in the War of the Fifth Coalition (1809) Napoleon deployed over 600,000 troops to attack Russia, in a catastrophic French invasion of the empire in 1812. The War of the Sixth Coalition saw the expulsion of French forces from Germany in 1813.</p> <p>Napoleon abdicated in 11 April 1814. The Empire was briefly restored during the Hundred Days period in 1815 until Napoleon's defeat at the Battle of Waterloo. It was followed by the restored monarchy of the House of Bourbon.</p> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics CEdres hauts eslevés, au milieu des Campagnes, Et Rochers tres-puissants, ainsi que des Montagnes, Las! trembles tous à ce coup; tout saisis de frayeur! Voyant que la cognée, met à bas la Grandeur. Arrestes vous Ruisseaux, & prestes vos oreilles, Entendes en un mot, des estranges merveilles Perpetré depuis peu, parmy un Peuple Anglois, Escoutes, ô Chrestiens, un pitoyable cas! Une guerre Civile, s'estant esmeu entr'eux, Que te contraignit ô Roy, à te retirer d'eux, Pour te défendre mieux, & te garder d'embusches, Et n'estre pas surpris, de leurs fausses astuces. On le poursuit, le bat, contraint à la retraitte, Tous remplis de fureur, le nomment ROY sans TESTE, Apres plusieurs combats, il fuit dans une Ville, Où il est assiegé, de ces Gens incivile, En la fin, force luy est, d'en sortir finement, Assisté de quelqu'homme, pris dans un Regiment, Sortis il s'en alla, vers l'Armée Escossoise, Croyant le General, avoir l'ame courtoise. Mais l'inique perfide, pour tirer de l'argent, Le livre entre les mains, de ceux de Parlement, Qui sans riens respecter, Sa Majesté Royale, L'ont logé en Prison, d'un faon brutale, Là où ils l'ont tenu, par diverses années, Et traittant avec luy, par des fausses menées, En fin l'ont dégradé, de toute Seigneurie, Tesmoignant en cela, leur mal-heureuse envie, Cependant on meurtrit, on coupe, execute, Ceux qui tiennent pour luy, on tue, on persecute: Ayant force en main, on taille, la commune, On y change les Loys, sans en espargner Une. Des Sectes infinies, s'y font journellement, N'ayant en l'Evangile, aucun bon fondement, Le Parlement permet, tous mauvais sectataires, Moyennant de l'argent, pour eux, en pour la Guerre. Las! le peuple gemît, de telle tirannie, Mais si quelqu'un s'oppose, on luy oste la vie: Fairfax fait le fendant, avecque son Armé, Qu'il transmet & tracasse, par toute la Contrée, Ainsi le pauvre peuple, est par tout ravagé, Et jusqu'au dernier bout, de ces gens affligé; Chacun lamante, ayant l'Ame abatuö‚, Priant Dieu de leur rendre leur liberté perduö‚: On transmet le Roy, allant de place en place, Par des gens de Fairfax, ne parlans qu'en menace: Enfin ce pauvre Roy, supplie qu'on s'accorde, Rendant à la Patrie, la paix & la concorde. Dont ceux du Parlement, quelques-uns deputerent Et avant que partir, ensemble s'accorderent: Car le Roy lors ceda, à toutes leurs demandes, Sans nulles refuser, ou petites ou grandes. Mais! de rien ne te sert, ô Roy, ta liberalité, A des gens sanguinaire, remplis de cruauté, Tu prie qu'à ton peuple, la paix on vueille rendre Tes ennemis felons; de voir ton sang épandre, Car ce monstre de Fairfax, que l'Enfer enfanta, Armé d'une fureur, que le Diable alluma, Poursuit tout effrené, & tout bousti de rage, Le des-astre, la fin, de ce divin ouvrage, D'autre part, ce perfide, ce Demon de Cromwel, Ainsi que l'autre armé, d'un courage cruel, Ne cesse de crier, Qu'on oste, & crucifie Son souverain Seigneur, plein d'honneur & de vie: Moy tout plein de douleur, & de compassion, De voir un Roy Chrestien, & de la Nation, Traitté de ses sujets, de faon si cruelle; Je crie à des puants, paricides, rebelle: Les Cieux ont ils produits, des ames si étrange, Ou! le Diable a-il? produisant son mélange, La nature changé aux ventres de vos Mere, Estes-vous bien le fils, d'un si énorme Pere? Auries-vous bien le cour, si plein de perfidie, Que de vouloir oster, à vostre Roy la vie? Un Roy d'ancienne Race, qui ne vous a méfait, Si n'est que la douceur, estimies un forfait. Ha! vous le menaces, helas! quel arrogance, Est cela le respect, l'honneur, la reverence, Laquelle vous devez, rendre à sa Majesté? Qui vous donne l'audace, & telle liberté? C'est le Diable tout seul, dont estes les genies, Car Dieu n'est autheur, de telles felonies: Dieu est plein de pitié, & de compassion, Et le Diable cruel, déloyal, & felon. Dieu commande aux Sujets, d'obeö¿r à son Roy, Le Diable au contraire, de luy faire la Loy. Ha! je voy qu'on s'avance, quoy! que veut-on faire, Veut-on sacrifier, un des Dieux de la Terre? Quoy donc, c'est tout de bon, que le voules produire Dessus un Eschaffaut, pour servir de martyre? C'est doncques à ce coup, ô Brebis innocente, Que tu dois asouffir, ces ames tant méchante: Helas! quelle douleur, possede lors mon ame, Quand je t'entens monter, un degré tant infame; Quand sur un Eschaffaut, bien éloigné d'un Thrône, Je voy' qu'on veut oster, la Vie, & la Couronne. Helas! quel changement, de voir Sa Majesté, Au lieu des grands Seigneurs, d'un Bourreau assisté. Abandonné des tiens, & delaissé en proye Aux Demons de la terre, qui en ryent de joye. Quel changement helas! quand au lieu de ta Table, Couverte richement, de Tous, met delectable, Tu n'as qu'un Eschaffaut, tendu par tout du Noir, Signe esvident du mal, que tu dois recevoir. Pour Vaisselle un Bloc, avec peu d'artifice, Ta Majesté l'Agneau, pour un tel sacrifice, Ton Eschanson un Bouc, vilaine creature, Un Bourreau en effet, un Tigre de nature. Ha! cruel tu y vas, d'une rude démarche, Comment aurois-tu bien, en ton coeur tell'audace? Quoy! ton coeurs est-il confit, en incompassion? Et ton ame abruties, desnué de raison? Aurois-tu bien le coeur, que de ton Roy occire? Sauroyent bien tes yeux, regarder ce martyre? Sans perdre leur clarté, d'un sens évanouö¿s? Ou passer à l'instant, d'une frayeur saisis? Ha! tu prens la Cognée, regarde que veux faire, Dieu tient son oeil fiché, icy bas en la terre: Il voit ce qu'on veut faire, & tout ne souffrira, S'il l'endure à la fin, un jour s'en vengera. Ha! garde-toy indigne, du tout desnaturé, Ne touche pas ne touche, à ce Corps tout sacré, Que ton coeur putrefect, & que ta main impure, N'offense nullement, sa Royale Stature. O! la mal-heureux coup, ô! coup tres-mal-heureux! Je vois le Corps du Roy, dont il separe en deux: Ne touche ô! cruel, son Chef que je lamente, Mon mal est assés grand, je te prie ne l'augmente. O peuple furibont! nation sanguinaire: Vous avez bien osé, un Oinct de Dieu défaire. Vous avez comme Tigre, cruels & furieux, Osté la Vie au Roy, à vous donné dés Cieux, D'un si grand mal, quelle est vostre esperance? Qu'attendez-vous du Ciel, d'une si grand' offense? Vostre mal sans égal, vos injustes sentences, Et la mort d'un grand Roy, crient au Ciel vengeances! Quoy! vous ne pleures pas, helas! est-il possible, Qu'ayez en vos pechés, le coeur tant invincible? Quoy! vous ne pleures pas, & des Roches entieres, Comblées de douleurs, distillent des Rivieres. Les Bestes les plus farouches, gemisent par les champs; Et les Oyseaux de l'air, ont delaissé leurs chants. Quoy! vous estez insensible, & si n'avez au coeur Aucune repentance, ny aucune douleur. Je voy tout l'Univers, se lamenter & plaindre, Et vous ne craignans Dieu, vous ne voulez rien craindre. Les Poissons de la Mer, voyant un tel n'auffrage, Se cachent sous les Eaux, loin de vostre rivage. Et les Monts immobiles, ne cessent de trembler, Au bruit d'un si grand Coup, indigne de nommer. Bref; on ne voit en l'air, sur la terre, ou l'onde, Rien qui ne soit touché, de douleurs tres-profonde, Sinon [TO BE CONTINUED!!!] Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1649 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad French protest at execution of Charles I of England Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprimé en l'An mil six cens quarante-&-neuf. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. London Subtitle Executé en public dans la Ville de Londres le 30. Ianvier 1649. Image / Audio Credit BL Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Chambors [Chambord?] Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Peuple Franais sans égal, Me voilà au raug des morts, Mais priez dieu pour mon sort, Il n'y a plus d'interval, Voilà ce que j'ai mérité, Chantez vive la liberté. Peuple souverain de la terre, Qui n'avez jamais été, Par ma mort vous voilà lavé, Hélas! je finis ma carriere, Place Louis-Quinze pour certain, Voilà donc ma triste fin. Du crime le plus atroce, Ce fut dans le mois d'aoùt, Je voulois vous périr tous, Croyant en faire une nôce. Hélas pour moi quel malheur, On me découvre à dix heure. C'est dans l'assemblée nationale Où je me sauve à l'instant, Retiré comme un enfant Qui venoit de faire du mal, Delà on m'ai fait emmener, Au Temple pour prisonnier. Etant dans la Tour. Quel horrible résidence, Je me vois environné; De moö‚lon ma chambre est pavée, Mais me voilà tout en trance. On vient pour me faire coucher. Je ne puis y résister. Hélas! sept mois se passerent, Dans cette horrible prison, J'entends troupe et bataillon; Qui se dirent nous sommes frres. Il faut garder sans faon, Ne point perdre le Cochon. Hélas! voilà l'alarme, C'est quand on vient m'avertir, On me dit qu'il faut partir, Que le peuple est sous les armes, Pour mon dernier jugement, Allon partons il est temps. A la convention je jure, On me conduit à l'instant, Pour entendre mon jugement, Où l'on me connois pour parjure, Delà je fus aussitôt, Conduit dessus l'échaffaud. Femme cruelle et perfide, Reois mes derniers adieux, Tu m'as réduit en ces lieux, Par tes desseins paricide, Adieux mes trs-chers enfans, Dans peu je suis au néant. Les adieu qu'il fait au peuple. Adieu peuple de la terre, Adieu tous peuple Franois, Je vais voir le roi des rois, Je vais fermet la paupiere Sous le glaive de la loi, Comme étant ci-devant roi. Par Naudin Patriote de la section du Panthéon Franois. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Louis XVI sings complainte before his execution in 1793 Wikipedia: Louis was officially arrested on 13 August 1792, and sent to the Temple, an ancient fortress in Paris that was used as a prison. On 21 September, the National Assembly declared France to be a Republic and abolished the Monarchy. Louis was stripped of all of his titles and honours, and from this date was known as simply Citoyen Louis Capet. The Girondins were partial to keeping the deposed king under arrest, both as a hostage and a guarantee for the future. The more radical members äóñ mainly the Commune and the Parisian deputies who would soon be known as the Mountain äóñ argued for Louis's immediate execution. The legal background of many of the deputies made it difficult for a great number of them to accept an execution without the due process of law of some sort, and it was voted that the deposed monarch be tried before the National Convention, the organ that housed the representatives of the sovereign people. In many ways the former king's trial represented the trial of the revolution. The trial was seen as such, with the death of one came the life of the other. Michelet argued that the death of the former king would lead to the acceptance of violence as a tool for happiness. He said, äóìIf we accept the proposition that one person can be sacrificed for the happiness of the many, it will soon be demonstrated that two or three or more could also be sacrificed for the happiness of the many. Little by little, we will find reasons for sacrificing the many for the happiness of the many, and we will think it was a bargain. In November 1792, the Armoire de fer (French: 'iron chest') incident took place at the Tuileries Palace. This was believed to have been a hiding place at the Royal apartments, where some secret documents were kept. The existence of this iron cabinet was publicly revealed to Jean-Marie Roland, Girondinist Minister of the Interior. The resulting scandal served to discredit the King. On 11 December, among crowded and silent streets, the deposed King was brought from the Temple to stand before the Convention and hear his indictment, an accusation of high treason and crimes against the State. On 26 December, his counsel, Raymond de Sze, delivered Louis's response to the charges, with the assistance of Franois Tronchet and Malesherbes. Execution of Louis XVI in the Place de la Révolution. The empty pedestal in front of him had supported a statue of his grandfather, Louis XV, now torn down during one of the many revolutionary riots. On 15 January 1793, the Convention, composed of 721 deputies, voted on the verdict. Given overwhelming evidence of Louis's collusion with the invaders, the verdict was a foregone conclusion - with 693 deputies voting guilty, none for acquittal, with 23 abstaining. The next day, a roll-call vote was carried out to decide upon the fate of the former King, and the result was uncomfortably close for such a dramatic decision. 288 of the Deputies voted against death and for some other alternative, mainly some means of imprisonment or exile. 72 of the Deputies voted for the death penalty, but subject to a number of delaying conditions and reservations. 361 of the Deputies voted for Louis's immediate death. The next day, a motion to grant Louis XVI reprieve from the death sentence was voted down: 310 of the Deputies requested mercy, but 380 of the Deputies voted for the immediate execution of the death penalty. This decision would be final. On Monday, 21 January 1793, Louis was beheaded by guillotine on the Place de la Révolution. The executioner, Charles Henri Sanson, testified that the former King had bravely met his fate. As Louis mounted the scaffold he appeared dignified and resigned. He delivered a short speech in which he reasserted his innocence, äóìI die perfectly innocent of the so-called crimes of which I am accused. I pardon those who are the cause of my misfortunes... He declared himself willing to die and prayed that the people of France would be spared a similar fate. Many accounts suggest Louis XVI's desire to say more, but Antoine-Joseph Santerre, a general in the National Guard, halted the speech by ordering a drum roll. The former King was then quickly beheaded. Some accounts of Louis's beheading indicate that the blade did not sever his neck entirely the first time. There are also accounts of a blood-curdling scream issuing from Louis after the blade fell but this is unlikely, since the blade severed Louis's spine. It is agreed that while Louis's blood dripped to the ground many members of the crowd ran forward to dip their handkerchiefs in it. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. De l'Imp. de Feret, rue du Marché-Palu. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 48 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Composer of Ballad Par Naudin Patriote de la section du Panthéon Franois. Subtitle Sur l'Air: de Chambors Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet location: Newberry Library, printed in Révolution Franaise vol 3 (BL) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/144562790824d3280a2ffe5846be588e.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 COMPLAINTE Sur la Mort de Louis le dernier. French guillotine Male treason Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Jeunesse trop coquette Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Bon peuple de la France, Reconnois tes erreurs, D’avoir eu confiance Au plus grand des trompeurs; Ce fut ce scélérat Que l’on nommoit Custine, Ce noble, ce pied plat, Que chercha ta ruine. Avoit-on espérance Qu’il fit un bon sujet, Etant de connivence Avec défunt Capet; Ce fut d’avant Lajard, L’exécrable ministre Qui nomma ce pendard, Ce général sinistre. On sait bien que Custine, Ainsi qu’autres vauriens Alloient, à la sourdine, Au club des Autrichiens; Dans ce séjour d’hiboux, Luckner et Lafayette, Rochambeau, Montesquiou. Oui, faisoient leur retraite, Dans cet affreux asyle, Custine fit projet D’être toujours utile A la race Capet; Puis, partant promptement, Cachant sa politique, Dit: je vais vaillament Servir la République. Sa première campagne Eut assez de succès, On sait, sur l’Allemagne, Qu’il fit de grand progrès; Mais tout son but n’étoit Que le peuple séduire, Puisque le traître étoit D’accord avec l’empire. Par ruse sanguinaire, A Francfort, l’an dernier, Un brave volontaire Il fit sacrifier; Sous le nom de son fils, Fit faire ce massacre; Faisant dans les esprits Croire ce simulacre. Au même instant, l’alarme S’empare des esprits, Custine par les armes, Saura venger son fils; Ne craignons nullement Qu’il soit traître à la France, Le sang de son enfant Lui demande vengeance. Le ciel, que rien n’abuse, Fit connoître à la fin, La trame de sa ruse Et son mauvais dessein; Par un cruel revers, Au combat de Mayence, Il fut connu pervers, Voulant livrer la France. Le traître abominable S’en vint droit à Paris, Se croyant peu coupable, Mais bientôt il fut pris; Ce fourbe général, D’ame si meurtrière, Parut au tribunal Révolutionnaire. Il avoue, il exprime Toute sa trahison; Il est jugé pour crime De lèze-nation; Qu’il subisse la mort Par l’aimable machine Que se monte a ressort; Qu’on nomme guillotine. A Paris, de l’Imp. de Daniel, rue et vis-à-vis l’Eglise S.–André-des-Arts, No. 111. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793< Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Song lists crimes of the general Custine before his execution Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AdaméPhilippe,éComteédeéCustine Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. A Paris, de lÍImp. de Daniel, rue et vis-ö-vis lÍEglise S.éAndré-des-Arts, No. 111. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading [guillotine] Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 53 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Subtitle allant à la guillotine le 28 Août 1793, l’an 2me. de la République Française. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte sur la mort tragique du tartuffe Custine, ci-devant Général de l’Armée du Rhin beheading French guillotine Male treason Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Joseph. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics QUICONQUE trahit la patrie Est indigne du nom franais; Au mépris comme à l'infamie Il se voit vouer à jamais: Celui qui sur l'intrigue compte Tôt ou tard connaît le remord; Couvert de regrets et de honte, Il subit mille fois la mort. Pour le prix de ma perfidie Sur l'échafaud je vais mourir; Les derniers momens de ma vie Sont consacrés au repentir. Il n'est plus temps, ô destinées! Vous connaissiez mon sort fatal; Moi-mme depuis neuf années De ma mort je fis le signal. Pour une puissance étrangre Violant mon premier devoir, Etant l'instrument de la guerre, Que pouvait tre mon espoir? Non, je ne suis point excusable; L'appât de l'or m'a corrompu; Je le sens, je suis trop coupable; J'ai trahi l'honneur, la vertu. Non content de mes premiers crimes, Par mes discours astucieux J'ouvris encore les abîmes Sous les pas de trois malheureux; Je leur promettais la richesse Pour les arracher à l'honneur; Agissant de ruse et d'adresse, Corrompu, je fus corrupteur. Adieu, ma tendre et bonne amie! Oublie un époux scélérat Qui fait le tourment de ta vie Aprs avoir trahi l'Etat. Adieu, fruits de notre hyménée, Enfans trops chers et malheureux; Plaignez ma triste destinée; Vivez et soyez vertueux. Aujourd'hui je suis ma victime; Moi seul ai creusé mon tombeau; Sous mes pieds je voyais l'abîme Sans apercevoir l'échafaud: La balance de la justice A pesé mes honteux forfaits, Et dans le fond du précipice Je me suis plongé pour jamais. La mort avec ignominie Aux Franais me met en horreur; Sentant toute ma perfidie, Le démon déchire mon coeur. J'eusse dù, trahissant mon maître, Plutôt faire réflexion Qu'on méprise toujours le traître Tout en cherchant la trahison. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1812 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Michel Michel, convicted of treason during (?) Napoleonic wars. He worked in the offices of the War Ministry and was convicted of passing secrets to the Russians. Wikipedia, First French Empire: The subsequent series of wars known collectively as the Napoleonic Wars extended French influence over much of Western Europe and into Poland. At its height in 1812, the French Empire had 130 départements, ruled over 44 million subjects, maintained an extensive military presence in Germany, Italy, Spain, and the Duchy of Warsaw, and could count Prussia and Austria as nominal allies.[7] Early French victories exported many ideological features of the French Revolution throughout Europe. Seigneurial dues and seigneurial justice were abolished, aristocratic privileges were eliminated in all places except Poland, and the introduction of the Napoleonic Code throughout the continent increased legal equality, established jury systems, and legalized divorce.[8] However Napoleon also placed relatives on the thrones of several European countries and granted many noble titles, most of which were not recognized after the empire fell. Historians have estimated the death toll from the Napoleonic Wars to be 6.5 million people, or 15% of the French Empire's subjects. In particular, French losses in the Peninsular War in Iberia severely weakened the Empire; after victory over the Austrian Empire in the War of the Fifth Coalition (1809) Napoleon deployed over 600,000 troops to attack Russia,[9] in a catastrophic French invasion of the empire in 1812. The War of the Sixth Coalition saw the expulsion of French forces from Germany in 1813. Napoleon abdicated in 11 April 1814. The Empire was briefly restored during the Hundred Days period in 1815 until Napoleon's defeat at the Battle of Waterloo. It was followed by the restored monarchy of the House of Bourbon. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Se trouve a Paris, Chez A. Daniel, Libraire, rue du Plâtre Saint-Jacques, nos. 18 et 20. Imprimerie de Brasseur aîné Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 36 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris URL http://books.google.com.au/books?id=MtoJAAAAIAAJ&pg=PA135&lpg=PA135&dq=michel+michel+trahison+cour+d%27assises&source=bl&ots=Jwn4qG3R4D&sig=UjhzCQeDCwz9IDFUE7QZyAoyS1U&hl=en&sa=X&ei=aRWGUJGGBuSZiAfzt4DYCw&ved=0CCAQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=michel%20michel%20trahison%20cour%20d%27assises&f=false Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource CONFESSION DE MICHEL. Air de Joseph. French guillotine Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f34ca7c97c5f36b2af193b44f01c2a6a.jpg 4bfd146f4b834ecc433762f77a4dcaa9 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/cc2ffb421df8992c96134dcd253648f0.jpg ca447f9c5302a4f61f91d4b01ab9c26f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Triste raison j’abjure ton empire Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad <21 Jan 1793 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Execution of Louis XVI. The king mourns his fate, being separated from his wife, children, and sister, and doomed to die. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Paris, Imprimerie de Caron, place des Champs Elysées Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I. Ce n’est pas vous qui me coûtez des larmes, Bandeau des rois, sceptre de mes aïeux; A mes regards vous n’offriez de charmes, Que le pouvoir de faire des heureux. II. Je ne vivois que de ce bien céleste; Dans mon amour, j’embrassois l’univer: De tant d’amour, hélas! il ne me reste Qu’un peuple ingrat, des verroux et des fers. III. Roi, père, époux, je suis seul sur la terre; Ces murs sont sourds à mes tristes accens: J’appelle en vain mes enfans et leur mère; On les dérobe à mes embrassemens. IV. CRUELS! cent fois, c’est m’arracher la vie; Je meurs cent fois loin de ces biens si doux: Frappez le roi; mais, dans votre furie, N’accablez pas et le père et l’époux. V. A madame ELISABETH. Et toi, ma soeur, et toi dont la présence Auroit pu seule adoucir tant d’horreurs: On te redoute; on craint ton innocence; On nous défend de confondre nos pleurs. Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics DE peur que la race future, D'Antoinette apprenant le sort, Ne nous reproche un jour sa mort, Des faux écrits par l'imposture, Je veux montrer à l'univers Ses crimes, ses desseins pervers; Je veux que, du royaume sombre, Elle entende le cri des loix: Je veux interroger son ombre Et qu'elle frémisse à ma voix. Monstre échappé de Germania, Toi qui dévastas no climats, Ils n'ont cessé tes attentats Que lorsqu'on fit cesser ta vie; Par tes crimes & tes forfaits, Vois les maux que tu nous a faits; Non satisfaite, dans ta rage, de ceux ou nous sommes plongés, Nous devions tous, par ton ouvrage, Périr l'un par l'autre égorgés. Avant l'époque combinée Du heureux & beau changement, Qui rendit le français si grand Et la france régénerée; Par ton adresse & par le vin, Charmant ton époux peu malin, Oui, je vois tes mains sacrilèges, L'endormant sur de vils excès, Pour un frere que tu protèges, Dépouiller l'empire francais. Ce fut le premier de tes crimes: Quand on débute comme toi, On peut, sans honte & sans effroi, Marcher d'abîmes en abîmes: L'horreur ne quitte point tes pas, Et, prodigue de tes appas, De tes enfans coupable mere, Ne retenant plus aucun frein, Trois fois une flâme adultere Fit germer ces fruits dans ton sein. Je vois une femme en furie Troubler le dedans, le dehors; Des Flandrins & Gardes-du-Corps Elle-même anime[r?] l'orgie. Je la vois les encourager, A ses yeux, faire profaner Notre cocarde tricolore: Par ses artifices adroits, Je vois la blanche qu'on arbore, Pour anéantir tous nos droits. Mais quelles sont ces assemblées, Que j'apperçois dans ce palais? Qui, de ces criminels projets Inspire les noires idées? C'est toi, trop cruelle, c'est toi: Contre nous & contre la loi. C'est-là même que tu présides Et fais, pour servir tes desseins, Nommer des ministres perfides, Agens de tes faits clandestins. Tu nous fais déclarer la guerre, Et, par tes mouvemens secrets, De la Belgique, des franais Se fait la retraite premiere: Aux rois & brigands conjurés Nos plans, par toi, sont envoyés: Si, quelquefois, sur nos armées Triompherent les ennemis, C'est à tes perfides menées Que, par eux, en est dù le prix. Je t'accuse de cet orage Que sur nous tu fis éclater, Le jour où l'on vit tant briller Des sans-culotes le courage, C'est le célevre jour du dix, Funeste à des peres chéris: Et de cette trame infernale Pour encourager les agens, D'avoir mordu plus d'une balle, Au milieu de tes partisans. Si Capet se fouilla de crimes, Et s'il fut digne de la mort, S'il a trop mérité son sort Et fait tomber tant de victimes, C'est toi-mme qui le perdis, Abusant d'un coeur trop épris: Qui, profitant de sa faiblesse, Fit servir son crédule amour, Aux complots machinés sans cesse Par ton noir esprit et ta cour. Envain je cherche en ma mémoire Le nom des êtres abhorrés, Dignes de t'être comparés: Je n'en trouve pas dans l'histoire, Pour faire un fidele tableau, Tu fus, on peut dire en un mot, Plus scélérat qu'Agrippine, Dont les crimes sont inouis, Plus lubrique que Messaline, Plus barbare que Médicis. Par GOURIET, fils. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793< Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. De l'Imp. de GOURIET, rue S.-Etienne-des-Grs, Nos. 20 & 22. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 37 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Subtitle Veuve Capet, Guillotinée le 25 du premier mois de l'an 2 de la République française, une et indivisible (le 16 octobre, 1793. Vieux stile. Air du malheureux Lisandre. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Marie Antoinette; baptised Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna (or Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna);2 November 1755 äóñ 16 October 1793), born an archduchess of Austria, was Dauphine of France from 1770 to 1774 and Queen of France and Navarre from 1774 to 1792. She was the fifteenth and penultimate child of Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and Empress Maria Theresa. In April 1770, on the day of her marriage to Louis-Auguste, Dauphin of France, she became Dauphine of France. Marie Antoinette assumed the title of Queen of France and of Navarre when her husband, Louis XVI of France, ascended the throne upon the death of Louis XV in May 1774. After seven years of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Marie-Thérse Charlotte, the first of four children. Initially charmed by her personality and beauty, the French people generally came to dislike her, accusing "L'Autrichienne" (meaning the Austrian (woman) in French) of being profligate, promiscuous,[2] and of harboring sympathies for France's enemies, particularly Austria, her country of origin.[3] The Diamond Necklace incident further ruined her reputation. Although she was completely innocent in this affair, she became known as Madame Déficit. The royal family's flight to Varennes had disastrous effects on French popular opinion, Louis XVI was deposed and the monarchy abolished on 21 September 1792; the royal family was subsequently imprisoned at the Temple Prison. Eight months after her husband's execution, Marie Antoinette was herself tried, convicted by the Convention for treason to the principles of the revolution, and executed by guillotine on 16 October 1793. 1793: "Widow Capet," Trial, and Death Marie Antoinette on the way to the guillotine. (Pen and ink by Jacques-Louis David, 16 October 1793) Marie Antoinette's execution on 16 October 1793. Louis was executed on 21 January 1793, at the age of thirty-eight.[118] The result was that the "Widow Capet", as the former queen was called after the death of her husband, plunged into deep mourning; she refused to eat or do any exercise. There is no knowledge of her proclaiming her son as Louis XVII; however, the comte de Provence, in exile, recognised his nephew as the new king of France and took the title of Regent. Marie-Antoinette's health rapidly deteriorated in the following months. By this time she suffered from tuberculosis and possibly uterine cancer, which caused her to hemorrhage frequently.[119] Despite her condition, the debate as to her fate was the central question of the National Convention after Louis's death. There were those who had been advocating her death for some time, while some had the idea of exchanging her for French prisoners of war or for a ransom from the Holy Roman Emperor. Thomas Paine advocated exile to America.[120] Starting in April, however, a Committee of Public Safety was formed, and men such as Jacques Hébert were beginning to call for Antoinette's trial; by the end of May, the Girondins had been chased out of power and arrested.[121] Other calls were made to "retrain" the Dauphin, to make him more pliant to revolutionary ideas. This was carried out when the eight-year-old boy Louis Charles was separated from Antoinette on 3 July, and given to the care of a cobbler.[122] On 1 August, she herself was taken out of the Tower and entered into the Conciergerie as Prisoner No. 280.[123] Despite various attempts to get her out, such as the Carnation Plot in September, Marie Antoinette refused when the plots for her escape were brought to her attention.[124] While in the Conciergerie, she was attended by her last servant, Rosalie Lamorlire. She was finally tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal on 14 October. Unlike the king, who had been given time to prepare a defence, the queen's trial was far more of a sham, considering the time she was given (less than one day). Among the things she was accused of (most, if not all, of the accusations were untrue and probably lifted from rumours begun by libelles) were orchestrating orgies in Versailles, sending millions of livres of treasury money to Austria, plotting to kill the Duke of Orléans, incest with her son, declaring her son to be the new king of France, and orchestrating the massacre of the Swiss Guards in 1792. The most infamous charge was that she sexually abused her son. This was according to Louis Charles, who, through his coaching by Hébert and his guardian, accused his mother. After being reminded that she had not answered the charge of incest, Marie Antoinette protested emotionally to the accusation, and the women present in the courtroom äóî the market women who had stormed the palace for her entrails in 1789 äóî even began to support her.[125] She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, "If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother." Funerary monument to King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette, sculptures by Edme Gaulle and Pierre Petitot in the Basilica of St Denis In reality the outcome of the trial had already been decided by the Committee of Public Safety around the time the Carnation Plot was uncovered, and she was declared guilty of treason in the early morning of 16 October, after two days of proceedings.[126] Back in her cell, she composed a letter to her sister-in-law Madame élisabeth, affirming her clear conscience, her Catholic faith and her feelings for her children. The letter did not reach élisabeth.[127] On the same day, her hair was cut off and she was driven through Paris in an open cart, wearing a simple white dress. At 12:15 p.m., two and a half weeks before her thirty-eighth birthday, she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution (present-day Place de la Concorde).[128][129] Her last words were "Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it", to Henri Sanson the executioner, whose foot she had accidentally stepped on after climbing the scaffold. Her body was thrown into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery, rue d'Anjou, (which was closed the following year). Her sister-in-law élisabeth was executed in 1794 and her son died in prison in 1795. Her daughter returned to Austria in a prisoner exchange, married and died childless in 1851.[130] Both Marie Antoinette's body and that of Louis XVI were exhumed on 18 January 1815, during the Bourbon Restoration, when the comte de Provence had become King Louis XVIII. Christian burial of the royal remains took place three days later, on 21 January, in the necropolis of French Kings at the Basilica of St Denis.[131] Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Jeunesse trop coquette. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics La Guillotine. DéTESTABLE Antoinette, C'est donc en ce moment, Que l'on va voir ta tête Tomber sous mon tranchant, Pour prix de tes forfaits: C'est là ta récompense, Ayant par tes projets, Voulu perdre la France. Antoinette. Cruelle guillotine, Que tu me fais frémir, Lorsque plus j'examine, Que je m'en vais mourir, Moi qui fus ci-devant, Souveraine sur terre: Faut-il donc maintenant, Terminer ma carriere? La Guillotine. Maudite créature, Des français le fléau; Ton supplice, je jure, N'est qu'un foible tableau Des noires cruautés, Qui, par ta manigance, Furent tant exercés Sur le peuple de france. Antoinette. Machine épouvantable, Effroi du genre humain, En quoi suis-je coupable, Explique-toi soudain, Veux-tu me reprocher Mon trop d'indépendance; Tu devrois m'en passer J'avois tout en puissance. La guillotine. C'est justement, coquine, Ce dont chacun se plaint, Le mal par origine Dans ton coeur est empreint, Peux-tu me dêmentir, Te retraçant tes crimes? Combien fis-tu périr D'innocentes victimes? Antoinette. J'avouerai sans mystère, Qu'en quittant mon pays Je reçus ma mère De très mauvais avis; Moi, pour la contenter, Jalouse de lui plaire, Je promis d'outrager Le françois débonnaire. La guillotine. C'est donc cela, cruelle, Qui te fit un sujet Pour troubler la cervelle A ton mari Capet, Sot et mal avisé, Sans foi ni sans justice, Il fut en verité De tes fautes complices. Antoinette. Il faut en conscience Dire qu'au dix aout, Je fus de connivence Avec feu mon époux: Les Suisses nous avons Sut gagner par finesse, C'étoit, nous conviendrons, Agir avec adresse. La guillotine. Pétion te fut propice, Quoiqu'en te donnant tort; Aussi pour sa malice, Il subira ton sort, Et tous les scélérats Qui formèrent ta clique, Vont tous sauter le pas, La chose est authentique. Antoinette. Je sens que je succombe, Finissons ce discours Et que ma tête tombe; Il le faut en ce jour. Recevez mes adieux, Aimable république, J'ai les larmes aux yeux, Voilà ma fin tragique. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 37 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Subtitle Avec la Guillotine, le jour de son exécution. Air: Jeunesse trop coquette. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Antoinette" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Marie Antoinette; baptised Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna (or Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna);2 November 1755 - 16 October 1793), born an archduchess of Austria, was Dauphine of France from 1770 to 1774 and Queen of France and Navarre from 1774 to 1792. She was the fifteenth and penultimate child of Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and Empress Maria Theresa.</p> <p>In April 1770, on the day of her marriage to Louis-Auguste, Dauphin of France, she became Dauphine of France. Marie Antoinette assumed the title of Queen of France and of Navarre when her husband, Louis XVI of France, ascended the throne upon the death of Louis XV in May 1774. After seven years of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Marie-Thérse Charlotte, the first of four children.</p> <p>Initially charmed by her personality and beauty, the French people generally came to dislike her, accusing "L'Autrichienne" (meaning the Austrian (woman) in French) of being profligate, promiscuous, and of harboring sympathies for France's enemies, particularly Austria, her country of origin. The Diamond Necklace incident further ruined her reputation. Although she was completely innocent in this affair, she became known as Madame Déficit.</p> <p>The royal family's flight to Varennes had disastrous effects on French popular opinion, Louis XVI was deposed and the monarchy abolished on 21 September 1792; the royal family was subsequently imprisoned at the Temple Prison. Eight months after her husband's execution, Marie Antoinette was herself tried, convicted by the Convention for treason to the principles of the revolution, and executed by guillotine on 16 October 1793.</p> <p>Louis was executed on 21 January 1793, at the age of thirty-eight. The result was that the "Widow Capet", as the former queen was called after the death of her husband, plunged into deep mourning; she refused to eat or do any exercise. There is no knowledge of her proclaiming her son as Louis XVII; however, the comte de Provence, in exile, recognised his nephew as the new king of France and took the title of Regent. Marie-Antoinette's health rapidly deteriorated in the following months. By this time she suffered from tuberculosis and possibly uterine cancer, which caused her to hemorrhage frequently.</p> <p>Despite her condition, the debate as to her fate was the central question of the National Convention after Louis's death. There were those who had been advocating her death for some time, while some had the idea of exchanging her for French prisoners of war or for a ransom from the Holy Roman Emperor. Thomas Paine advocated exile to America. Starting in April, however, a Committee of Public Safety was formed, and men such as Jacques Hébert were beginning to call for Antoinette's trial; by the end of May, the Girondins had been chased out of power and arrested. Other calls were made to "retrain" the Dauphin, to make him more pliant to revolutionary ideas. This was carried out when the eight-year-old boy Louis Charles was separated from Antoinette on 3 July, and given to the care of a cobbler. On 1 August, she herself was taken out of the Tower and entered into the Conciergerie as Prisoner No. 280. Despite various attempts to get her out, such as the Carnation Plot in September, Marie Antoinette refused when the plots for her escape were brought to her attention. While in the Conciergerie, she was attended by her last servant, Rosalie Lamorlire.</p> <p>She was finally tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal on 14 October. Unlike the king, who had been given time to prepare a defence, the queen's trial was far more of a sham, considering the time she was given (less than one day). Among the things she was accused of (most, if not all, of the accusations were untrue and probably lifted from rumours begun by libelles) were orchestrating orgies in Versailles, sending millions of livres of treasury money to Austria, plotting to kill the Duke of Orléans, incest with her son, declaring her son to be the new king of France, and orchestrating the massacre of the Swiss Guards in 1792.</p> <p>The most infamous charge was that she sexually abused her son. This was according to Louis Charles, who, through his coaching by Hébert and his guardian, accused his mother. After being reminded that she had not answered the charge of incest, Marie Antoinette protested emotionally to the accusation, and the women present in the courtroom and the market women who had stormed the palace for her entrails in 1789, even began to support her. She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, "If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother."</p> <p>In reality the outcome of the trial had already been decided by the Committee of Public Safety around the time the Carnation Plot was uncovered, and she was declared guilty of treason in the early morning of 16 October, after two days of proceedings. Back in her cell, she composed a letter to her sister-in-law Madame élisabeth, affirming her clear conscience, her Catholic faith and her feelings for her children. The letter did not reach élisabeth.</p> <p>On the same day, her hair was cut off and she was driven through Paris in an open cart, wearing a simple white dress. At 12:15 p.m., two and a half weeks before her thirty-eighth birthday, she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution (present-day Place de la Concorde). Her last words were "Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it", to Henri Sanson the executioner, whose foot she had accidentally stepped on after climbing the scaffold. Her body was thrown into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery, rue d'Anjou, (which was closed the following year).</p> <p>Her sister-in-law élisabeth was executed in 1794 and her son died in prison in 1795. Her daughter returned to Austria in a prisoner exchange, married and died childless in 1851.</p> <p>Both Marie Antoinette's body and that of Louis XVI were exhumed on 18 January 1815, during the Bourbon Restoration, when the comte de Provence had become King Louis XVIII. Christian burial of the royal remains took place three days later, on 21 January, in the necropolis of French Kings at the Basilica of St Denis.</p> <p> </p> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource DIALOGUE DE LA TIGRESSE ANTOINETTE, Female guillotine treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f2a33bde78a042894868cae95c37563e.png 3b2c57271b59ec017df7e3c5381a227a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/83c146e5c7507970d970d9ac8fc710df.jpg ca3be85df2eb3bf5b3b63d3da939ec0d https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1ebf4761d624ab7b96dd303372541d26.jpg 83862c5ac36d144fe0cb1155a0206144 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. no tune indicated Language Language ballad is printed in German 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. treason Date Date of ballad 1738 Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Süß, der Mosen schlecht gelesen, Und doch auch kein Christ gewesen, Der die Geistlichkeit verlachet, Und das Volck so arm gemachet, Der das Jungfern-Volck geschändet, Ehe-Frauen hat verblendet, Hof und Land zugleich betrogen, Falsche Müntz ins Land gezogen, Die Gesetze nicht betrachtet, Alles Recht durchaus verachtet, Muß jetzt wie ein Hund crepieren, Und zum Lohn den Galgen zieren. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/1ebf4761d624ab7b96dd303372541d26.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="380"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <p>Joseph Süß Oppenheimer (1698? – February 4, 1738) was a German Jewish banker and court Jew for Duke Karl Alexander of Württemberg in Stuttgart. Throughout his career, Oppenheimer made scores of powerful enemies, some of whom conspired to bring about his arrest and execution after Karl Alexander's death. <br /><br />When his protector, Karl Alexander, suddenly died on March 12, 1737, Oppenheimer was arrested and accused of various crimes, including fraud, embezzlement, treason, lecherous relations with various women and accepting bribes. While some Jews tried to help him during the trial, others gave incriminatory testimonies against him. Most of the accusations could be refuted, and the charge of lechery was dropped in order to protect reputed women. <br /><br />After the heavily publicized trial, Oppenheimer was sentenced to death, without naming any specific crime. When his jailers asked that he convert to Christianity, he refused. Joseph Süß Oppenheimer was led to the gallows on February 4, 1738, and given a final chance to convert to Christianity, which he refused to do. He was throttled, with his last words reportedly being the Jewish credo "Hear, O Israel: the Lord is our God, the Lord is one". <br /><br />The case records were then declared secret, so until 1918 no one could realize the judicial murder done to him. His corpse was gibbeted in a cage that hung outside of Stuttgart in the Pragsattel district for six years until the inauguration of Karl Eugen, Duke of Württemberg, who as his very first act as ruler permitted the burial of his corpse below the gallows. <br /><br /><a href="https://jewishencyclopedia.com/articles/11740-oppenheimer-joseph-suss" target="_blank"><em>OPPENHEIMER, JOSEPH SÜSS</em></a>, by Gotthard Deutsch and Theodor Kroner, Jewish Encyclopedia</p> Image / Audio Credit United States Holocaust Memorial Museum Collection, Gift of the Katz Family, <a href="https://collections.ushmm.org/search/catalog/irn538870" target="_blank">2016.184.243</a>.<br /><br /> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Eigentliche Abbildung der Hinausführung und Hinrichtung des Ertz-Betrügers / Jud Süss Oppenheimers German hanging in chains Jews treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1fa6e4f7c9dcb69e1a828126cdde2f7f.jpg afd1acd7d6d44b1ef5f402e7bdbd3ffd https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/003e557b98627fc428b24fbc6c20a888.jpg 24bd4e6f3ec9a0617bef1fa34d32bbde Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Bonsoir ma jeune & belle amie. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics JOUR fatal, on connait mon crime Je croyais qu'il étoit caché (bis). Aujourd'ui je me vois victime De tous tes maux (bis) que j'ai cherché. bis Faut-il donc que la guillotine Aujourd'ui termine mes jours! Moi qui croyais être divine, On reconnait tous mes détours. Quoi donc, moi, Marie-Antoinette, Princesse & reine des français, Aujourd'hui l'on veut ma défaite, Pour punir mes sanglans forfaits. Moi qui menais à la baguette Ce peuple qui veut mon malheur! Que ne viens-tu cher La Fayette Me consoler dans ma douleur. Je croyois un jour dans mon âme, Nager dans le sang des français, Mais de mon infernale flame La mort confond tous les projets. Que d'amis j'avais dans la france, Mais il n'osent plus me parler; La loi leur en fait la défense Et son glaive les fait trembler. Il faut donc que ce fatal glaive Ote l'existence à mon corps! J'imagine que c'est un rêve D'être bientôt au rang des morts. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793< Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Antoinette; baptised Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna (or Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna);2 November 1755 - 16 October 1793), born an archduchess of Austria, was Dauphine of France from 1770 to 1774 and Queen of France and Navarre from 1774 to 1792. She was the fifteenth and penultimate child of Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and Empress Maria Theresa. In April 1770, on the day of her marriage to Louis-Auguste, Dauphin of France, she became Dauphine of France. Marie Antoinette assumed the title of Queen of France and of Navarre when her husband, Louis XVI of France, ascended the throne upon the death of Louis XV in May 1774. After seven years of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Marie-Thérse Charlotte, the first of four children. Initially charmed by her personality and beauty, the French people generally came to dislike her, accusing "L'Autrichienne" (meaning the Austrian (woman) in French) of being profligate, promiscuous,[2] and of harboring sympathies for France's enemies, particularly Austria, her country of origin.[3] The Diamond Necklace incident further ruined her reputation. Although she was completely innocent in this affair, she became known as Madame Déficit. The royal family's flight to Varennes had disastrous effects on French popular opinion, Louis XVI was deposed and the monarchy abolished on 21 September 1792; the royal family was subsequently imprisoned at the Temple Prison. Eight months after her husband's execution, Marie Antoinette was herself tried, convicted by the Convention for treason to the principles of the revolution, and executed by guillotine on 16 October 1793. 1793: "Widow Capet," Trial, and Death Marie Antoinette on the way to the guillotine. (Pen and ink by Jacques-Louis David, 16 October 1793) Marie Antoinette's execution on 16 October 1793. Louis was executed on 21 January 1793, at the age of thirty-eight.[118] The result was that the "Widow Capet", as the former queen was called after the death of her husband, plunged into deep mourning; she refused to eat or do any exercise. There is no knowledge of her proclaiming her son as Louis XVII; however, the comte de Provence, in exile, recognised his nephew as the new king of France and took the title of Regent. Marie-Antoinette's health rapidly deteriorated in the following months. By this time she suffered from tuberculosis and possibly uterine cancer, which caused her to hemorrhage frequently.[119] Despite her condition, the debate as to her fate was the central question of the National Convention after Louis's death. There were those who had been advocating her death for some time, while some had the idea of exchanging her for French prisoners of war or for a ransom from the Holy Roman Emperor. Thomas Paine advocated exile to America.[120] Starting in April, however, a Committee of Public Safety was formed, and men such as Jacques Hébert were beginning to call for Antoinette's trial; by the end of May, the Girondins had been chased out of power and arrested.[121] Other calls were made to "retrain" the Dauphin, to make him more pliant to revolutionary ideas. This was carried out when the eight-year-old boy Louis Charles was separated from Antoinette on 3 July, and given to the care of a cobbler.[122] On 1 August, she herself was taken out of the Tower and entered into the Conciergerie as Prisoner No. 280.[123] Despite various attempts to get her out, such as the Carnation Plot in September, Marie Antoinette refused when the plots for her escape were brought to her attention.[124] While in the Conciergerie, she was attended by her last servant, Rosalie Lamorlire. She was finally tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal on 14 October. Unlike the king, who had been given time to prepare a defence, the queen's trial was far more of a sham, considering the time she was given (less than one day). Among the things she was accused of (most, if not all, of the accusations were untrue and probably lifted from rumours begun by libelles) were orchestrating orgies in Versailles, sending millions of livres of treasury money to Austria, plotting to kill the Duke of Orléans, incest with her son, declaring her son to be the new king of France, and orchestrating the massacre of the Swiss Guards in 1792. The most infamous charge was that she sexually abused her son. This was according to Louis Charles, who, through his coaching by Hébert and his guardian, accused his mother. After being reminded that she had not answered the charge of incest, Marie Antoinette protested emotionally to the accusation, and the women present in the courtroom äóî the market women who had stormed the palace for her entrails in 1789 äóî even began to support her.[125] She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, "If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother." Funerary monument to King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette, sculptures by Edme Gaulle and Pierre Petitot in the Basilica of St Denis In reality the outcome of the trial had already been decided by the Committee of Public Safety around the time the Carnation Plot was uncovered, and she was declared guilty of treason in the early morning of 16 October, after two days of proceedings.[126] Back in her cell, she composed a letter to her sister-in-law Madame élisabeth, affirming her clear conscience, her Catholic faith and her feelings for her children. The letter did not reach élisabeth.[127] On the same day, her hair was cut off and she was driven through Paris in an open cart, wearing a simple white dress. At 12:15 p.m., two and a half weeks before her thirty-eighth birthday, she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution (present-day Place de la Concorde).[128][129] Her last words were "Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it", to Henri Sanson the executioner, whose foot she had accidentally stepped on after climbing the scaffold. Her body was thrown into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery, rue d'Anjou, (which was closed the following year). Her sister-in-law élisabeth was executed in 1794 and her son died in prison in 1795. Her daughter returned to Austria in a prisoner exchange, married and died childless in 1851.[130] Both Marie Antoinette's body and that of Louis XVI were exhumed on 18 January 1815, during the Bourbon Restoration, when the comte de Provence had become King Louis XVIII. Christian burial of the royal remains took place three days later, on 21 January, in the necropolis of French Kings at the Basilica of St Denis.[131] Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 37 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Subtitle Air: Bonsoir ma jeune & belle amie. Par Ladré. Image / Audio Credit BnF Franois Mittérand, Recueil de chansons Ye 56375, 161-240 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource L'orgueil de Marie-Antoinette, confondue par la guillotine. Female guillotine treason Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics La complainte de Pierre de La Broce Heu! heu! michi! las chétif, domine, Cri-je merci à Dieu com chétif aminé; Certes bien le doi estres, car pieà ne finé, De porchacier la honte dont je suis afiné. Job fu riches et povres, ce nous dist l'escripture; De sa richèce fu bons vers Dieu par mesure Et de sa povreté fist-il bien sa droiture; Anemis ne le pot ains prendre à desmesure. De ce ne puis-je pas faire au pueple lonc conte: Ne porquant s'ai éu assez d'avoir au monde, Dont péusse avoir fet que fusse de mal monde. Convoitise m'amort qui maint preudhomme afonde. Por ce vueil ma légende ainz que je muire fère; D'acompaingnier à Job me déusse bien tère. Il soufri quanqu'il ot el non de Dieu le père; Ne sai gré de la moie à Dieu ne à sa mère. Ne porquant j'ai trop bien ma dolor deservie, Quar ne cuit pas au monde homme qui soit en vie Ait éu plus de moi grâce ne seignorie Qui sitost l'ait perdue. Las! ce m'a fet envie. Envie que j'avoie d'avoir trop covoitier, Las! chétis, j'en avoie plus qu n'éstoit mestier. Or m'a si convoitise gété en un sentier Dont je ne puis issir tant i sache aguétier. Las! que valoie gie? j'ai éu mal corage. Avoirs me catoilloit dont j'avoie à outrage. J'ai resamblé le chien qui passe son rivage, Qui por l'ombre de l'eve laisse cheoir son fromage. Tout ainsi ai-je fet par male convoitise Où j'ai éu mon cuer et m'entencion mise. Convoitise resamble cil qui le feu atise Qui l'alume si grant qu'il covient qu'il se cuise. J'ai fet en tel manière dont j'ai la char dolente. Si vous dépri por Dieu nus ni mete s'entente. Ne porquant nous savons que li douz fruis de l'ente Eve et Adam deçut; chartre en avons présente. En ceste guise m'a avoirs trop décéu De ce que maint preudomme estoient esméu De doner, de promettre; aucun l'ont bien véu, De moi ont fet Adan: novèle en ai éu. Il m'ont esté serpent. Tant m'i ont aguétié Si me donoient-il par leur grant amistié. Or m'ont par convoitise hors d'entour aus chacié Aussi comme Adam fu de paradis vuidié. Hélas! ma pénitance est trop grief et vilaine. Ds onques puis que Diez ot prise char humaine Homme si haut monté ne fu mès en tel paine; Or se gart bien chascuns comment il se demaine. Je me sui, ce me samble, demenez folement; Ne pourquant si estoie de bel contenement: M`wa la fole penssé de mon entendement Que j'avoie m'a mis à désavancement. De moi ont fet adroit selonc cèle droiture; Car j'avoie le cuer trop plein de desmesure. Ne porquant je fesoie selonc ma reverture, Car vilains cuers si doit reperier à nature. Mon père fu vilains et si fu chevaliers, Et de garir les plaies fu ses premiers mestiers. Et je restoie uns mestres qui amassoit deniers; Je cuidoie estre en haut: or sui des darreniers. Las! dolent qu'ai-je fet? - la clef de France avoie; N'estoit ne dus ne conte se l'encontraisse en voie, Se je le saluaisse, qui n'en éust grand joie. Or ai-je d'aus joué à la boute en corroie. Las! il est trop liez qui doner me pooit! Abé, prélat, évesque, chascuns à moi donoit. Or puis-je bien bouter ma main en vuit booit; L'oue est et morte et vive qui les gros oes pouoit. L'oue a non le roiaume, que l'en apele France, Où il a tant de bien et de vraie sustance. Las! chétis, j'en avoie plus que ma soustenance; Or en sui forsgetez par fole outrecuidance. Las! j'ai éu le cuer plain de forsenerie; Viles, chastiaus avoie et toute seignorie, Et avoie souz moi chevaliers de mesnie. C'estoit bien contre droit: ce ma tolu la vie. Aucun ne sevent pas por quoi condampnez sui. Aussi nel' sauront-il que puisse par moi hui; Ms je vous di bien tant que grant piea m'esmui A fre la dolour dont je sueffre l'anui. A tous faz savoir qu'il i a plus d'un cas: Ils puéent bien savoir que ce n'est mie à gas. J'ai servi l'anemi qui m'a mis en ses las: Por Dieu proiez por moi aussi comme d'un las. Ahi! gentil baron, por Dieu et por Saint Père, Hé! gentiz rois de France qui estes mon compère, Bien sai que sui livrez par teus à mort amère! De mes enfanz aiez pité et de la mère. De moi sui corouciez, ce vous puis-je bien dire: Bien me doit toz li mons et gaber et despire. Cels qu'avancié avoie a convenu eslire Et les a l'en fors mis du roiaume en l'empire. Ahi! gentil serjant qui estes demoré, Quar penssez de bien fère, mon duel ert tost ploré; Je sui près de la mort: auques m'a açoré. Tout ce m'a fet envie qui m'a déshonoré. Je voloie mal fère cels qui m'ont fet aidance Par male convoitise qui m'a mis en balance; Mès Diex qui autrefoiz le règne a fet aidance Contre lui n'ira nus qui n'en ait destorbance. Por qoi c'est li plus dignes de la crestienté Et cil qui en est rois il est de Dieu renté. Bien m'avoit l'anemi de son fort vent venté Quant voloie du monde destruire la plenté. Ahi! gentiz roïne, preux et vaillant et sage, J'aportai-je de vous une fois faus message De ce c'onques n'éustes en cuer ne en corage: Or en estes vengie voiant vostre barnage. Hé! enfés Loeys, de toi ne me puis tère; En paradis soit t'âme devant Dieu nostre père. Por ta mort diffamai la dame debonère: Si est mult bien resons la mençonge compère. C'est la riens en cest mont qui plus grevé m'i a; Or m'aperçoif-je bien que cil qui envie a, Qu'il est de la mesnie qu'on dit: "trop en i a." Bien pert que le déable près de moi se lia. Péchiez avoit trop mis mon cuer à desmesure; J'avoie parchemin séelé sans droiture Ou j'éusse enz escrit tant de male aventure Qu'il en éust pesé mainte bele figure. Seignor, plus i a cas que je ne vous diroie: Com plus en conteroie et plus de honte auroie. J'ai déservie honte bien est drois que je l'aie; J'estoie en droit sentier: or sui hors de la voie. En droit sentier estoie, ce set bien tout le monde; Honorés et amés et de duc et de conte. Or vous puis-je bien dire, por voir le vous aconte, Que cil qui plua m'amoient plus m'i feront de honte. Seignor, au douz cors Dieu commant-je toute France, Et mon seignor le roi que Diex gart de pesance! Il pert bien que Diex l'aime, fet en a démonstrance: Penssez tuit de bien fère, Diex vous en doinst puissance! Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1278? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad La Broce, favourite of the king falsely accuses Marie of Brabant the queen of poisoning the king's son by a previous marriage. Philippe calls fortune tellers for their opinion, eventually presses no charges. Two years later comes across a letter addressed to La Broce; the contents remain unknown but La Broce was quickly arrested and executed. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events in 13C dialect? editor Achille Jubinal says they're from MS du roi 7218, f. 244 and f. 138 Le Theatre Comique en France (http://books.google.com.au/books) says: La complainte se trouve dans le ms. 837, ff. 244-246 Au début: 'de pierre de la broce' A la fin: 'Explicit de pierre de la broche' Elle est reproduite dans le ms. 2765 de la Bib. de l'Arsenal, ff. 221-224 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? Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male URL https://play.google.com/books/reader?id=BKgTAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&output=reader&authuser=0&hl=en&pg=GBS.PA23 http://archive.org/stream/lacomplainteetl00unkngoog#page/n9/mode/1up Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource La complainte et le jeu de Pierre de La Broce, chambellan de Philippe-le-Hardi, qui fut pendu le 30 juin 1278 hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/12c193edf15605469dd9165d0e32fe42.jpg f8af528b1c72944f4ac3ecc9395b09fc https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a445fa88c53b5f9f4b1e1c40c5127d82.jpg 398d770a4b6eb91ee6d06185439c0283 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/45a8f4eaca2ed594a5cebe7ad8716a0f.jpg afd1acd7d6d44b1ef5f402e7bdbd3ffd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Air connu. Par Ladré Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics AH, quel moment terrible, Fatale nation, De mon coeur insensible, C'est la punition Qu'il faut subir, Hélas, je vais mourir, Ah! quelle horreur, Moi fille d'empereur. Moi qui jadis fut reine, L'on me condamne à mort, Ayant brisé la chaine, Le peuple voit mon tort, Ma trahison, Me fit mettre en prison, Et mon orgueil Me conduit au cercueil. Pour soutenir l'empire Contre la liberté, Aujourd'hui si j'expire, Je l'ai bien mérité, Par mes forfaits J'ai trahi les franais, Mon grand desir Etoit de réussir. Autrefois à mes ordres Le peuple était soumis, Par mes sanglans désordres, Des millions d'ennemis Sont contre moi, Par eux, Louis, leur roi, Perdit le jour, Aujourd'hui c'est mon tour. Moi qui, comme une idole, Fut du peuple adorée, Par une libre école Il fut trop éclairé. A mon égard, Sur moi jette un regard plein de mépris, Et sur-tout à Paris. J'avais grande espérance Que les rois, mes parents, Rétabliraient en france La puissance des grands, Mais je vois bien Que malgré ce soutien, Les franais forts Vaincront tous leurs efforts. Madame Guillotine Est ma dame d'honneur. Pour moi plus de cuisine, Adieu l'appât flatteur Des courtisans; Adieu tous mes amans; Je meurs, hélas, Par un rude trépas. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793< Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Antoinette; baptised Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna (or Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna);2 November 1755 äóñ 16 October 1793), born an archduchess of Austria, was Dauphine of France from 1770 to 1774 and Queen of France and Navarre from 1774 to 1792. She was the fifteenth and penultimate child of Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and Empress Maria Theresa. In April 1770, on the day of her marriage to Louis-Auguste, Dauphin of France, she became Dauphine of France. Marie Antoinette assumed the title of Queen of France and of Navarre when her husband, Louis XVI of France, ascended the throne upon the death of Louis XV in May 1774. After seven years of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Marie-Thérse Charlotte, the first of four children. Initially charmed by her personality and beauty, the French people generally came to dislike her, accusing "L'Autrichienne" (meaning the Austrian (woman) in French) of being profligate, promiscuous,[2] and of harboring sympathies for France's enemies, particularly Austria, her country of origin.[3] The Diamond Necklace incident further ruined her reputation. Although she was completely innocent in this affair, she became known as Madame Déficit. The royal family's flight to Varennes had disastrous effects on French popular opinion, Louis XVI was deposed and the monarchy abolished on 21 September 1792; the royal family was subsequently imprisoned at the Temple Prison. Eight months after her husband's execution, Marie Antoinette was herself tried, convicted by the Convention for treason to the principles of the revolution, and executed by guillotine on 16 October 1793. 1793: "Widow Capet," Trial, and Death Marie Antoinette on the way to the guillotine. (Pen and ink by Jacques-Louis David, 16 October 1793) Marie Antoinette's execution on 16 October 1793. Louis was executed on 21 January 1793, at the age of thirty-eight.[118] The result was that the "Widow Capet", as the former queen was called after the death of her husband, plunged into deep mourning; she refused to eat or do any exercise. There is no knowledge of her proclaiming her son as Louis XVII; however, the comte de Provence, in exile, recognised his nephew as the new king of France and took the title of Regent. Marie-Antoinette's health rapidly deteriorated in the following months. By this time she suffered from tuberculosis and possibly uterine cancer, which caused her to hemorrhage frequently.[119] Despite her condition, the debate as to her fate was the central question of the National Convention after Louis's death. There were those who had been advocating her death for some time, while some had the idea of exchanging her for French prisoners of war or for a ransom from the Holy Roman Emperor. Thomas Paine advocated exile to America.[120] Starting in April, however, a Committee of Public Safety was formed, and men such as Jacques Hébert were beginning to call for Antoinette's trial; by the end of May, the Girondins had been chased out of power and arrested.[121] Other calls were made to "retrain" the Dauphin, to make him more pliant to revolutionary ideas. This was carried out when the eight-year-old boy Louis Charles was separated from Antoinette on 3 July, and given to the care of a cobbler.[122] On 1 August, she herself was taken out of the Tower and entered into the Conciergerie as Prisoner No. 280.[123] Despite various attempts to get her out, such as the Carnation Plot in September, Marie Antoinette refused when the plots for her escape were brought to her attention.[124] While in the Conciergerie, she was attended by her last servant, Rosalie Lamorlire. She was finally tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal on 14 October. Unlike the king, who had been given time to prepare a defence, the queen's trial was far more of a sham, considering the time she was given (less than one day). Among the things she was accused of (most, if not all, of the accusations were untrue and probably lifted from rumours begun by libelles) were orchestrating orgies in Versailles, sending millions of livres of treasury money to Austria, plotting to kill the Duke of Orléans, incest with her son, declaring her son to be the new king of France, and orchestrating the massacre of the Swiss Guards in 1792. The most infamous charge was that she sexually abused her son. This was according to Louis Charles, who, through his coaching by Hébert and his guardian, accused his mother. After being reminded that she had not answered the charge of incest, Marie Antoinette protested emotionally to the accusation, and the women present in the courtroom äóî the market women who had stormed the palace for her entrails in 1789 äóî even began to support her.[125] She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, "If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother." Funerary monument to King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette, sculptures by Edme Gaulle and Pierre Petitot in the Basilica of St Denis In reality the outcome of the trial had already been decided by the Committee of Public Safety around the time the Carnation Plot was uncovered, and she was declared guilty of treason in the early morning of 16 October, after two days of proceedings.[126] Back in her cell, she composed a letter to her sister-in-law Madame élisabeth, affirming her clear conscience, her Catholic faith and her feelings for her children. The letter did not reach élisabeth.[127] On the same day, her hair was cut off and she was driven through Paris in an open cart, wearing a simple white dress. At 12:15 p.m., two and a half weeks before her thirty-eighth birthday, she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution (present-day Place de la Concorde).[128][129] Her last words were "Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it", to Henri Sanson the executioner, whose foot she had accidentally stepped on after climbing the scaffold. Her body was thrown into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery, rue d'Anjou, (which was closed the following year). Her sister-in-law élisabeth was executed in 1794 and her son died in prison in 1795. Her daughter returned to Austria in a prisoner exchange, married and died childless in 1851.[130] Both Marie Antoinette's body and that of Louis XVI were exhumed on 18 January 1815, during the Bourbon Restoration, when the comte de Provence had become King Louis XVIII. Christian burial of the royal remains took place three days later, on 21 January, in the necropolis of French Kings at the Basilica of St Denis.[131] Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 37 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Subtitle ci-devant reine des français, condamnée et exécuté à mort, le 16 octobre, 1793. Air connu. Par Ladré Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource La Mort de Marie-Antoinette Female French guillotine treason Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Eur werzeen neve zo savet; War markiz Pontkalek eo gret; Diskan - "Traitour ! ah! Malloz d'id ! Malloz d'id 'ta ! Traitour ! ah ! Malloz d'id ! ah !" War markiz iaouank Pontkalek, Ker koant, ken drant, ker kalonek ! Mignon a oa d'ar Vretoned, Abalamour aneo oa deuet; Ablamour aneo oa deuet, Hag etre-z-ho oa bet maget. Mignon a oa d'ar Vretoned, D'ar vourc'hizien ne larann ket; D'ar vourc'hizien ne larann ket, A zo a-du ar C'hallaoued; A zo atao' kas gwaska re N'ho deuz na madou na leve, Nemet poan ho diou-vrec'h, noz-de, Evit maga ho mammou d'he. Laeket en devoa enn he benn Dizamma d'eomp-ni hor horden; Gwarizi-tag d'ar vourc'hizien, O klask ann tu eid hen dibenn. -"Otru markiz, et da guhet, Ann tu a zo gant he kavet !" Un chant nouveau a été composé, il a été fait sur le marquis de Pontcalec; Refrain - "Toi qui l'as trahi, sois maudit ! sois maudit ! Toi qui l'as trahi, sois maudit !" Sur le jeune marquis de Pontcalec, si beau, si gai, si plein de coeur ! Il aimait les Bretons, car il était né d'eux; Car il était né d'eux, et avait été élevé au milieu d'eux. Il aimait les Bretons, mais non pas les bourgeois; Mais non pas les bourgeois qui sont tous du parti franais; Qui sont toujours cherchant à nuire à ceux qui n'ont ni biens ni rentes, A ceux qui n'ont que la peine de leurs deux bras, jour et nuit, pour nourrir leurs mres. Il avait formé le projet de nous décharger de notre faix; Grand sujet de dépit pour les bourgeois qui cherchaient l'occasion de le faire décapiter. - "Seigneur marquis, cachez vous vite, cette occasion, ils l'ont trouvée !" II Pellik zo ema dianket; Evit he glask n'he gaver ket. Eur paour euz ker, o klask he voed, Hennez en deuz hen diskuliet. Eur c'houer n'her defe ket gret, Pa vije roet d'ean pemp kant skoed. Gwel Maria'nn est, de evid de, Ann dragoned oa war vale : - "Leret-hu d'i-me, dragoned, O klask ar markiz em'oc'h bet ?" - "O klask ar markiz em omp bet; Daoust penoz ema-hen gwisket ?" - "Er c'hiz diwar 'mez 'ma gwisket; Glaz he vorled hag hen bordet; Glaz he jak, ha gwenn he jupenn; Bodrou-ler, ha bragou lien; Eunn tokik plouz neudennet-ru; War he skoa, eur pennad bleo-du; Eur gouriz-ler; diou bistolenn, Hag hi a Vro-Spagn, a-zaou denn; Gat-han dillad pillou-huan, Gad unan alaouret didan. Mar fell d'hoch-hu roi d'in tri skoet, Me a rei d'hoc'h-hu he gaouet." - "Tri gwennek zo-ken na rimp het, Toliou sabren, ne laromp ket; Ne rimp ket zo-ken pemp gwennek, Ha te rei d'omp kaout Pontkalek." - "Dragoned ker, enn han Doue ! Na et ked d'ober droug d'i-me : Na et ked d'ober droug d'i-me; Ho hencha raktal e rinn-me : Ha hen du-ze, er zal, ouz tol, O leina gad person Lignol." Voilà longtemps qu'il est perdu; on a beau le chercher, on ne le trouve pas. Un gueux de la ville, qui mendiait son pain, est celui qui l'a dénoncé; Un paysan ne l'eùt pas trahi, quand on lui eùt offert cinq cents écus. C'était la fte de Notre-Dame des moissons, jour pour jour, les dragons étaient en campagne : - "Dites-moi, dragons, n'tes-vous pas en qute du marquis ?" - "Nous sommes en qute du marquis; sais-tu comment il est vtu ?" - "Il est vtu à la mode de la campagne; surtout bleu orné de broderies; Soubreveste bleue et pourpoint blanc; gutres de cuir et braies de toile; Petit chapeau de paille tissu de fils rouges; sur ses épaules de longs cheveux noirs; Ceinture de cuir avec deux pistolets espagnols à deux coups. Ses habits sont de grosse étoffe, mais dessous il en a de dorés. Si vous me donnez trois écus, je vous le ferai trouver." - "Nous ne te donnerons pas mme trois sous, des coups de sabre, c'est différent; Nous ne te donnerons pas mme trois sous, et tu nous feras trouver Pontcalec." - "Chers dragons, au nom de Dieu ! ne me faites point de mal; Ne me faites point de mal, je vais vous mettre tout de suite sur ces traces : Il est là-bas, dans la salle du presbytre, à table, avec le recteur de Lignol." III - "Otrou markiz, tec'het, tec'het ! Me wel erru ann dragoned !" Me wel ann dragoned erru : Sternou lugernuz, dillad ru. - "Me na gredann ked em c'halon, E krogfe enn on eunn dragon; Na gredann ket ve deut ar c'hiz Ma krog ann dragon er markiz." Oa ked he gomz peur-achuet, Tre-barz ar zal ho deuz lammet. Hag hen da beg'nn he bistolenn : - "Neb a dost ouz-in 'n defo'nn tenn !" Ar person koz dal 'm 'her gwelaz, Dirag ar markiz nem strinkaz : - "Enn hano Doue, ho Salver, Na dennet ket, ma otrou ker !" Pa glevaz hano hor Salver En deuz gouzanvet gand dousder; Hano hor Salver pa glevaz, Daoust d'he spered hen a oelaz; Rez he galon strakaz he zent; Ken a droc'haz, sonn : "Deomp d'ann hent !" A-ireuz parrez Lignol pa eo, Ar gouer paour a lavare, Laret a ree al Lignoliz : - "Pec'hed eo eren ar markiz !" Pa eo ebiou parrez Berne, Digouet eur frapad bugale : - "Mad-d'hoc'h ! mad-d'hoc'h ! otrou markiz Ni ia d'ar vorc'h, d'ar c'hatekiz." - "Kenavo, bugaligou vad; N'ho kwelo mui ma daoulagad." - "Da belec'h et eta, otrou; Ha dont na reot souden endrou ?" - "Me na ouzon ked, Doue'r goar; Bugale baour, me zo war var." Ho cherisa en defe gret, Paneved he zaouarn ereet. Kriz vije'r galon na ranne; Re'nn dragoned zo-ken a ree; Potred-a-vrezel, koulskoude, Ho deuz kalonou kri enn he. Ha-pa oa digouet e Naoned, E oa barnet ha kondaonet; Kondaonet, naren gand tud-par, Nemet tud koet doc'h lost ar c'harr. Da Bontkalek deuz int laret : - "Otrou markiz, petra peuz gret ?" - "Pez a oa dleet d'in da ober; Ha gret-hu ive ho micher." "Seigneur marquis, fuyez ! fuyez ! voici les dragons qui arrivent !" Voici les dragons qui arrivent : armures brillantes, habits rouges. - "Je ne puis croire qu'un dragon ose porter la main sur moi. Je ne puis croire que l'usage soit venu que les dragons portent la main sur les marquis !" Il n'avait pas fini de parler, qu'ils avaient envahi la salle. Et lui de saisir ses pistolets : - "Si quelqu'un s'approche, je tire !" Voyant cela, le vieux recteur se jeta aux genoux du marquis : - "Au nom de Dieu, votre Sauveur, ne tirez pas, mon cher seigneur !" A ce nom de notre Sauveur, qui a souffert patiemment; A ce nom de notre Sauveur, ses larmes coulrent malgré lui; Contre sa poitrine ses dents claqurent; mais, se redressant, il sécria "Partons !" Comme il traversait la paroisse de Lignol, les pauvres paysans disaient, Ils disaient, les habitants de Lignol : - "C'est un grand péché de garotter le marquis !" Comme il passait prs de Berné, arriva une bande d'enfants : - "Bonjour, bonjour, monsieur le marquis : nous allons au bourg, au catéchisme." - "Adieu, mes bons petits enfants, je ne vous verrai plus jamais !" - "Et où allez-vous donc, seigneur ? est-ce que vous ne reviendrez pas bientôt ?" - "Je n'en sais rien, Dieu seul le sait; pauvres petits, je suis en danger." Il eùt voulu les caresser, mais ses mains étaient enchaînées. Dur eùt été le coeur qui ne se fùt pas ému; les dragons eux-mmes pleuraient; Et cependant les gens de guerre ont des coeurs durs dans leurs poitrines. Quand il arriva à Nantes, il fut jugé et condamné, Condamné, non pas par ses pairs, mais par des gens tombés de derrire les carrosses. Ils demandrent à Pontcalec : -"Seigneur marquis, qu'avez-vous fait ?" "J'ai fait mon devoir; faites votre métier !" IV D'ar sul kenta pask, hevlene, Oa kaset kannad da Verne. - "Iec'hed mad d'hoc'h holl, er ger-ma; Pale 'ma ar person drema ?" - "Ma o laret he oferen, Ma o vonet gand ar bregen." Pa oa o vonet d'ar gador, Oa roed d'ean eul lier el leor : Ne oa ket goest evid he lenn, Gad ann daelou demeuz he benn. - "Petra zo c'hoarvet a neve, Pa oel ar person er c'hiz-ze ?" - "Goela a rann, ma bugale, War pez a refac'h-c'hui ive. Maro, perien, neb ho mage, Neb ho kwiske, neb ho harpe; Maro ann hini ho kare, Berneviz, kouls evel on-me, Maro neb a gare he vro, Hag her grez beteg ar maro; Maro da zaou vloa war-n-ugent, Vel ar verzerien hag ar zent; Doue, ho pet out-han truez ! Marv e 'nn otrou ! marv e ma mouez !" - "Traitour ! ah! Malloz d'id ! Malloz d'id 'ta ! Traitour ! ah ! Malloz d'id ! ah !" Le premier dimanche de Pâques, de cette année, un messager est arrivé à Berné. - "Bonne santé à vous tous, en ce bourg; où est le recteur par ici ?" - "Il est à dire la grand'messe, voilà qu'il va commencer le prône." Comme il montait en chaire, on lui remit une lettre dans son livre : Il ne pouvait pas la lire, tant ses yeux se remplissaient de larmes. - "Qu'est-il arrivé de nouveau, que le recteur pleure ainsi ?" - "Je pleure, mes enfants, pour une chose qui vous fera pleurer vous-mmes : Il est mort, chers pauvres, celui qui vous nourrissait, qui vous vtissait, qui vous soutenait; Il est mort celui qui vous aimait, habitants de Berné, comme je vous aime; Il est mort celui qui aimait son pays, et qui l'a aimé jusqu'à mourir pour lui; Il est mort à vingt-deux ans, comme meurent les martyrs et les saints. Mon Dieu, ayez pitié de son âme ! le seigneur est mort ! ma voix meurt !" - "Toi qui l'as trahi, sois maudit ! sois maudit ! Toi qui l'as trahi, sois maudit !" Remarque Dans le chant, chaque couplet a son premier vers suivi du premier vers du refrain. Parfois, cet ensemble est répété. La totalité du refrain suit chaque couplet. Notes trahi, gueux de la ville Pontcallec ne fut pas trahi par un mendiant comme le veut la légende, mais par l'un des conjurés : Chemendy, sénéchal du Faouö‚t, ami, hôte et confident de Pontcallec. Il fut ensuite dénoncé par son valet, sous la pression de ses poursuivants. retour jeune La tradition veut que Pontcallec ait une vingtaine d'années; en réalité il était agé de 40 ans. retour bourgeois La légende veut que la plus grande partie de la noblesse et des populations rurales entrrent dans cette ligue contre la France. La bourgeoisie resta seule en dehors du mouvement. Elle était entirement dévouée au Régent. retour peine A cette époque, une résistance à payer les impots royaux s'était installée en Bretagne, surtout chez les gentilshommes. retour dragons Face aux mouvements de rébellion et à plusieurs émeutes, le Régent avait fait venir en Bretagne plusieurs régiments de dragons. En tout, prs de 15 000 hommes étaient commandés par le Maréchal de Montesquiou. retour Lignol Lignol est un bourg situé à quelques kilomtres du château de Pontcallec. C'est en effet chez le curé de Lignol que s'était réfugié Pontcallec et qu'il fut arrté. Le Recteur fut lui-aussi arrté. retour Partons Ceci se passait le jeudi 28 décembre 1719, à 6 heures du matin. L'Histoire dit que le bruit des chevaux avait réveillé Pontcallec mais que celui-ci était si misérable que c'est couché qu'il fut prit. Il n'offrit aucune résistance lors de son arrestation. retour Berné Le château de Pontcallec est situé sur la paroisse de Berné. Aprs son arrestation, Pontcallec fut conduit à Guémené-sur-Scorff pour y tre interrogé, puis le lendemain transferré à Nantes, dans une voiture escortée de soldats. Les rencontres avec la population tiennent de la légende et sont en contradiction avec le peu d'estime portée au Marquis par ses paysans. retour tombés de derrire les carrosses C'est le nom breton des parvenus (mot-à-mot : de la queue des carrosses). Pontcallec et ses complices furent jugés par un tribunal d'exception : la Chambre Royale de Justice, mise en place à Nantes le 30 octobre 1719 par le Régent et dirigée par un conseiller du Régent, Antoine de Castagnéry, non-Breton (il était Savoyard), agé de 70 ans. retour lettre Cette lettre qui apprend au Recteur de Berné la mort du Marquis a été écrite par l'un des pres Carmes qui ont assisté les condamnés. Tous quatre furent ensevelis dans l'église du couvent des Carmes de Nantes. retour mort Pontcallec et ses trois complices furent décapités le 25 mars 1720 à Nantes sur la place du Bouffay. L'exécution de Pontcallec fut particulirement laborieuse. retour Language Language ballad is printed in French, Breton Date Date of ballad 1720? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Cette chanson issue du Barzaz-Breiz est assez peu connue dans le répertoire des Tri Yann. Elle ne figure en effet que dans leur second album, "Dix ans dix filles", paru en 1973. Elle est toutefois fort célbre et a été interprétée par de nombreux chanteurs bretonnants (par exemple, Gilles Servat, album "A-roak mont kuit" (Avant de partir) ). Une petite partie du chant populaire seulement a été reprise par les différents interprtes. Nous vous proposons le texte de la chanson des Tri Yann ainsi que le texte intégral du Barzaz-Breiz. L'attachement des Bretons à leur indépendance s'est manifesté ds la colonisation de l'Armorique par les premiers Bretons et s'est prolongé jusqu'à nous. Ce chant populaire évoque la conspiration de Pontcallec. Elle a servi de support au film Que la fte commence. Il existe en fait deux Pontcallec : le vrai Pontcallec, le Pontcallec de l'Histoire, décrit avec précision par La Borderie dans sa monumentale Histoire de Bretagne, et celui de la légende, l'tre glorifié qui s'est perpétué dans la mémoire des hommes. La Régence (1715-1723), commencée à la mort de Louis XIV et qui dura la minorité de Louis XV, fut d'abord marquée par une réaction contre le pouvoir absolu de Louis XIV. A partir de 1718, le Régent Philippe d'Orléans revint à des pratiques absolutistes, et la résistance des Parlementaires fut évitée par un exil en province. A la violation de leurs franchises par le Régent, les Bretons déclarrent nul l'acte de leur union à la France (1532) : une soixantaine de gentilshommes ratifia le 15 septembre 1718 un "Acte d'union pour la défense des libertés de la Bretagne". Afin d'obtenir l'indépendance absolue, ils demandrent l'appui du roi d'Espagne Philippe V, à qui la France venait de déclarer la guerre. Cet acte d'union se transforma en 1719 en ce qu'on appelle la conspiration de Pontcallec. Clément-Chrysogone de Guer, marquis de Pontcallec, avait quarante ans. Il habitait le château de Pontcallec, entre Guémené-sur-Scorff et le Faouö‚t (Morbihan). Alors que la légende lui donne 21 ans et fait de lui un Saint, l'Histoire le décrit comme un gentilhomme chasseur, viveur et fraudeur : dur, violent, sans scrupule; les châtelains du pays et ses vasseaux le détestaient et se défiaient de lui. La conspiration échoua. Quatre des principaux chefs, des gentilshommes, furent capturés et jugés : Pontcallec, du Couö‚dic, Montlouis et Talhouö‚t-le-Moine. Pour éviter une trop grande clémence, le Régent de France ne les fit pas juger par leurs Pairs (le Parlement de Bretagne), comme l'aurait voulu la coutume, mais les livra à une cour martiale présidée par un Savoyard. Tous quatre furent condamnés à la peine capitale. Ils furent décapités à Nantes, sur la place du Bouffay, le 25 mars 1720. L'exécution de Pontcallec fut particulirement laborieuse. Dans la crainte d'un soulvement, le Régent avait fait déployer un grand appareil militaire et ordonné que les quatre nobles soient enterrés sans son de cloche ni chant d'église dans la chapelle du monastre des Carmes à Nantes. Le chant populaire est divisé en quatre parties : La premire partie introduit le récit et raconte l'attachement du peuple à son jeune marquis. La seconde raconte la dénonciation dont fut l'objet Pontcallec. La partie suivante narre l'arrestation du marquis, son voyage jusqu'à Nantes, son jugement. La dernire partie décrit la tristesse de la population, à travers la réaction du recteur de la paroisse dont dépend le château de Pontcallec. Traitour ! ah! Malloz d'id ! Malloz d'id ! Traitour ! ah ! Malloz d'id ! ah ! Toi qui l'as trahi, sois maudit ! sois maudit ! Toi qui l'as trahi, sois maudit ! Bibliographie Arthur le Moyne de la Borderie, Histoire de la Bretagne, tome VI, Paris, 1898 Pierre de La Condamine, Pontcallec : une étrange conspiration au coeur de la Bretagne, Le bateau qui vire, Guérande, 1974 Illustration Jeanne Malivel, L'exécution de Pontcallec à Nantes, reproduit dans Cécile Danio, L'Histoire de notre Bretagne, Erm, 1922 Filmographie Bertrand Tavernier, Que la fte commence, 1974 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. Nantes, place du Bourffay URL http://www.bretagnenet.com/strobinet/barzaz/ponca2.htm Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource La mort de Pontcallec beheading French Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2a607e96e1d84f2d6bcfb9cf381f71a6.jpg 0ff56fa6885c5fae66a0245dd8838234 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/075ea16bf07de3f9ab6b430e3dc68e0f.jpg 9814e344e4c137e7451b569528980247 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. pauvre Jacques Language Language ballad is printed in French < Date Date of ballad <21 Jan 1793 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Execution of Louis XVI. The dauphin (heir to the French throne) begs the French people not to execute his father. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Paris Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Peuple Franais, je suis encore enfant, Mais déjà la raison m’éclaire; Autant que moi Louis est innocent Des maux qu’on a voulu nous faire. (bis) Vous l’accusez d’être conspirateur, D’être la tyran de la France; Ah! vous n’avez jamais connu son coeur, Il vous aima dès son enfance. Peuple, etc. Maman m’a dit et répété cent fois, Que Louis aimoit la justice, Qu’il fut toujours le défenseur des lois, Et vous parlez de son suplice. Peuple, etc. Rappelez-vous qu’entouré de grandeurs, Leur éclat lui sembloit frivole: Le bon Henri, long-tems cher à vos coeurs Fut son modèle et son idole. Peuple, etc. Prince royal, créé par vos décrets, Je ne suis plus rien sur la terre: Ah! que je sois le dernier des sujets; Mais n’assassinez pas mon père. Peuple, etc. O Dieu puissant, qui voyez tout d’en haut, Ecoutez ma voix lamentable; Ne souffrez pas que sur un échaffaud, Un bon roi périsse en couplable. Peuple, etc. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Le dauphin a la nation française French guillotine Louis XVI treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5806791944135bb0f69247b96e54ee18.jpg ae88ea376ddfd567bea1a7e0c1a1284c https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b7f57ca73d0815bab91a7a8156b3ec58.jpg da1820cc5818b07c4aa76660f21b0b49 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. pauvre Jacques Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad <21 Jan 1793 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Execution of Louis XVI The French people beg for forgiveness from the king for their actions, claiming that they do not all feel he is to blame, and that the thought of his execution is horrible. They beg the deputies to take them as victims too. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Paris, Imprimerie de Caron, place des Champs Elysées Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O bon Louis! daigne nous pardonner, Si nous t’avons tous cru coupable. Ah! que de gens t’ont, pour nous égarer; Dépeint sous un jour détestable! (bis) Nous gémissons sur ton sort malheureux; Il nous force à verser des larmes: Sceptre jadis l’objet de tant de voeux, Que sont devenus tous tes charmes? O bon Louis! etc. Ami du bien, détestant les abus, Des bons rois tu suivis la trace. Pour les Français, Henri n’eût pas fait plus: Et près de Néron l’on te place. O bon Louis! etc. Au sein des maux, que ne peux-tu savoir Comme on te plaint dans nos provinces? De tes chagrins reconnois le pouvoir; Car jamais on ne plaint les princes. O bon Louis! etc. Nous ignorons quel sera ton destin; Si l’on résoudra ton supplice; Mais nous savons que tout Français humain Maudira semblable justice. O bon Louis! etc. Louis périr! quel horrible penser! Quoi! son sang rougiroit la terre! Ah! si Louis en avoit su verser, Combien son sort serait contraire! O bon Louis! etc. Hommes de sang qui conjurez sa mort, Prenez-nous aussi pour victimes; Car, à vos yeux, s’attendrir sur son sort, Est le plus odieux des crimes. O bon Louis! etc. Aimer son prince est un besoin du coeur, Qu’un Français éprouve sans cesse: Amour sacré! dissipe notre erreur. Heureux qui goûte ton ivresse! O bon Louis! etc. O! députés qui devez le juger! Ne consultez pas la vengeance; Car le mortel qui s’y laisse emporter, Souvent égorge l’innocence. O bon Louis! etc. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events In ROMANCES ET COMPLAINTES SUR LOUIS XVI Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Réponse du peuple français a Louis XVI French guillotine Louis XVI treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0cc509ae84f33d7ffef0efb82193b4d6.jpg 56830cd4ee478e256a04fe7c93b48044 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/10db073796f9f5da816f9cba1f52b7e2.jpg bbc106c8a699482b78faa8f7bc9f4d34 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7d06664b6faa2b4a33bbc4131caf6f44.mp3 ab95c0b1fe0297a94890819afdd4b774 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174"><em>Packington's Pound</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Farewel Worldly Pleasures and fading delight, For now all my days must be turnd into night, Now suffer I must, and the race I have run, Has shortned my days, and my thred it is spun: Oh wretch that I was for to Plot or Conspire Against that good Prince, who the world do admire! And now for the same I am in a sad plight, A poor, and distressed, unfortunate Knight. How might I have lived in splendour and fame, That now by true Subjects am greatly to blame: No pitty I find there is falls to my share, My spirits decay, and I fall in despair,: But how could I expect any favour to find, That harbourd such thoughts in my treacherous mind All you that in mercy do fix your delight, Now pitty etc. My days, that long time I in pleasure did spend, In shame and disgrace like a Traytor I end; Though it grieves me to think, yet confess it I must, The Sentence past on me is nothing but just; For the deeds I have done, & the words I have said, Were I to be punishd by losing my Head, Grim death would the less then my senses affright, That am a distressed etc. But the thoughts of a Rope are most dreadful to me, That must hang for my Crimes at the 3 cornerd tree, And there in the view of a thousand, or more, Receive what I long had deserved before. Oh Justice severe! how swift are thy wings To pursue the Blood-suckers of mercifull Kings; Who in thoughts are oppressed by day and by night, Like me a distressed etc. Though I had got over and crossed the Seas, My mind was afflicted, my soul not at ease, My conscience was filled with horrour and d[r]ead, That Vengeance would follow where ever I fled; And now to my sorrow most certain I find That which so long time hath afflicted my mind, And w[i]ll now put an end to my joy and delight, Tha[t] am a distressed unfortunate Knight. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, and T. Passenger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. drawing, hanging, and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data <em>Packington's Pound</em> is often cited as <em>Digby's Farewell, Packingtons Pound</em> or <em>Amintas' Farewell. </em>The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.10.29, Page 4.29; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30947/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 30947</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew. <br /><br /> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0cc509ae84f33d7ffef0efb82193b4d6.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7d06664b6faa2b4a33bbc4131caf6f44.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle Who for High-Treason (conspiring against the Life of the King, and his Royal Brother, and the subversion of the Government;) was on the 14th. day of Iune, 1684. condemned to be Drawn, Hang'd, and Quarter'd; and was accordingly executed at Tyburn, on the 20th. of the said Month, in the view of many Spectators. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Sir Thomas Armstrong was executed in 1684 for his involvement in the Rye House Plot which planned to assassinate Charles II and his brother and heir James II. Armstrong was not executed in the usual place for nobility, Tower Hill, but instead he was drawn on a hurdle to Tyburn, where he was hanged and quartered. This was the most shameful way to be executed, and is why Armstrong sings that 'the thoughts of a Rope are most dreadful to me,/That must hang for my Crimes at the 3 cornerd tree'. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sir Thomas Armstrong's Farevvel: Audio recording drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b91db59548b553560dcf6d7edb6b52fa.jpg e28506c46d5e52d1026610f03e748d50 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1169">Welladay</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics C Ourteous kind Gallants all, pittie me, pittie me, My time is now but small, here to continue: Thousands of people stay, To see my dying day, Sing I then welladay, wofully mourning. Once in a gallant sort lived I, lived I. Belov'd in Englands court graced with honours: Sir Walter Rauleighs name Had then a noble fame: Though turned now to shame through my misdoing. In youth I was too free of my will, of my will, Which now deceiveth me of my best fortunes: All that same gallant traine Which I did then maintaine, Holds me now in disdaine for my vaine folly. When as Queene Elizabeth ruld this land, ruld this land, I trode the honord path of a brave Courtier: Offices I had store, Heapt on me more and more, And my selfe I in them bore proud and commanding. Gone are those golden dayes, woe is me woe is me: Offences many waies brought unto triall, Showes that disloyaltie Done to his Majestie, Judgeth me thus to dye; Lord for thy pitie. But the good graces here of my King, of my King, Shewd to me many a yeere makes my soule happie In that his royall Grace Gave me both time and space Repentance to embrace: now heaven be praised. Thirteene years in the tower have I lien, have I lien. Before this appoynted houre of my lives ending: Likewise such libertie Had I unluckily, To be sent gallantly out on a voyage. But that same voyage then prov'd amis prov'd amis, Many good gentlemen lost their good fortunes: All that with me did goe Had sudden overthrow My wicked will to shew gainst my deere Countrey. When I returned backe, hoping grace, hoping grace, The tower againe alacke was my abiding: Where for offences past, My life againe was cast Woe on woe followed fast to my confusion. It plea'sd my royall King thus to doe, thus to doe, That his peeres should me bring to my lives judgement. The Lieutenant of the tower Kept me fast in his power, Till the appointed houre of my remooving. The Second Part . T O Westminster then was I garded strong, garded strong Where many a wandring eye saw me convayed Where I a Judgment had, for my offences bad, Which was to loose my head, there the next morning. So to the Gatehouse there, was I sent, was I sent, By knights and gentlemen, guarding me safely, Where all that wofull night, My heart tooke no delight: Such is the heavie plight of a poore prisoner. Calling then to my mind, all my joyes, all my joyes, Whereto I was inclind, living in pleasures: All those dayes past and gon, Brings me now care and mone, Being thus overthrowne, by mine own folly. When the sad morning came I should die, I should die: O what a fright of shame: fild up my bosome: My heart did almost breake, when I heard people speake, I shold my ending make as a vile traitor. I thought my fortunes hard, when I saw, when I saw In the faire pallace yard a scaffold prepared: My loathed life to end: On which I did ascend. Having at all no friend there to grant mercy. Kneeling downe on my knee, willingly, willingly, Prayed for his Majustie long to continue: And for his Nobles all. With subjects great and small, Let this my wofull fall be a fit warning. And you that hither come thus to see, thus to see My most unhappy doome pittie my ending. A Christian true I die: Papistrie I defie, Nor never Atheist I as is reported. You Lords & knights also in this place, in this place Some gentle love bestow pity my falling: As I rose suddenly Up to great dignitie, So I deservedly die for my folly. Farewell my loving wife woe is me, woe is me: Mournefull wil bee thy life, Left a sad widdow. Farewell my children sweet, We never more shall meet Till we each other gr[ee]t, blessed in heaven, With this my dying knell willingly, willingly, Bid I the world farewell full of vaine shadowes All her deluding showes brings my heart naught but woes Who rightly feeles and knowes. all her deceivings. Thus with my dying breath doe I kis, doe I kis, This axe that for my death here is provided: May I feele little paine, when as it cuts in twaine, what my life must sustaine all her deceivings. My head on block is laid, And my last part is plaid: Fortune hath me betraid, sweet Jesus grant mercy. Thou that my headsman art, when thou list, when thou list, Without feare doe thy part I am prepared: Thus here my end I take farewel world, farewel world, And my last will I make, climing to heaven: For this my offence, I die with true penitance, Jesus recieve me hence: farewell sweet England. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1618 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Printed for Philip Birch and are to be sold at his shop at the Guyld-hall . Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Old Palace, Westminster Tune Data Composer: William Elderton Date tune first appeared: 1569 Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College, Pepys Library - Cambridge (1.110-111); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20046/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20046</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b91db59548b553560dcf6d7edb6b52fa.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Who was beheaded in the old Pallace at Westminster the 29. of October. 1618. To the tune of Welladay. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sir Walter Rauleigh his lamentation: beheading Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/67e746d1c35e23bb48ffacab239930e5.jpg 1912aae5d4c51c3bdc0b58bd48e1bfe7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>State and Ambition</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for J. Dean Bookseller in Cranborn-Street, near Newport-House, / in Leicester-Fields. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data Reference: State and Ambition (Simpson 1966, pp. 683-5) Date tune first appeared: 1683 Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Bridgewater, HEH 134748; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32148/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32148</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/67e746d1c35e23bb48ffacab239930e5.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle He being Condemned for HIGH-TREASON, and Conspiring the Death of the KING and the DUKE, and subverting the Government of these three Kingdoms A SONG. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sr. Thomas Armstrongs Last Farewell to the VVORLD: drawing and quartering hanging Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />“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. <br />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. <br />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.” <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. 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Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174">Packington's Pound</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 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. <br /><br />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 <em>Packington's Pound</em> is often cited as <em>Digby's Farewell,</em><em>Packingtons Pound</em> or <em>Amintas' Farewell.</em> The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). 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> <br /><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/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. <em>Let Oliver now be forgotten</em> 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 <em>Let Oliver now be forgotten</em> is also known as <em>How Unhappy is Phillis in Love, </em>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/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"><em>The Rich Merchant Man</em></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/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"><em>Packington's Pound</em></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 <em>Packington's Pound</em> is often cited as <em>Digby's Farewell,</em><em>Packingtons Pound</em> or <em>Amintas' Farewell.</em> The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). 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/db98b5d6eade1719f9ff1cccc8170d9d.tif eaba26e40b51001617ec6eed0b7b9ef4 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/52bda1b087567ed27d7cede5f290a30f.tif 8e97e942ec7a1d721ab6097999c39372 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a849f5ed2abc195b39c075295d6a6fcd.tif b5b49290dbeca46a4a6d77849007db74 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b047db2ec8fdf93c24ba630427726443.tif 9f6f39fb3b5e386818755eab730e3093 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ceb362de8c65e104e0fad6939e43c34e.tif 84ba483b262150d834bbb5e37ce0cda2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Subtitle : Das Erste: Vom Eppele von Gaylingen ; Das ander: Ein trauriges Lied/ Vom Obersten Vogelsperger genan[n]t/ so umb Unschuld mit dem Schwerdt hingericht worden ; In deß Lindenschmids Thon zusingen. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Account of the execution of Sebastian Vogelsperger, leader of a group of German Landsknechten (mercenary soldiers) who sold their services to the king of France. When the sentence was carried out on 7 February 1548, Vogelsperger made a bitter speech on the scaffold, accusing Lazarus von Schwendi, the German commander who had arrested him, of trapping him by false promises. Image / Audio Credit Staatsbibliothek zu Berlin &lt;Yd 8820&gt;. <a href="https://kxp.k10plus.de/DB=2.1/SET=2/TTL=1/SHW?FRST=1/PRS=HOL" target="_blank">VDLied Digital. </a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1149">Lindenschmid</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/db98b5d6eade1719f9ff1cccc8170d9d.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="210" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/52bda1b087567ed27d7cede5f290a30f.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="210" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a849f5ed2abc195b39c075295d6a6fcd.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="210" height="350"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Date Date of ballad 1650 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. [Augspurg] : Hannas, [ca. 1650] Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 schöne Lieder German soldier treason