https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3ffa18763e4b676bf2e01f404f3409a3.jpg 024680564ed25d570861dee5a26309c7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Troy Town Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Come and assist my trembling Pen, while I endeavour to explain The bloody minds of cruel men, That will no wickedness refrain, But bloody Humors to fulfill Innocent blood they daily spill. Now my sad story I'le begin, The like I think you ne'r did hear, How that the great Esquire Thin, Was murther'd it doth plain appear; Their bloudy minds for to fulfill, This squire most horridly they kill. On Sunday last this Gentleman Clear of all Scandals and Reproach, At severall places he had been Accompany'd with his Grace inCoach, This worthy person thought no ill, Whilst Villians sought his bloud to spill And thus they pass'd the Streets along Till seven or eight a Clock at night, & then his Grace he would be gone In whom so much he did delight, Poor soul he little thought of ill, while villains sought his blood to spill. His Grace he was no sooner gone, But this sad accident befell, By Villains he was set upon Neer to a place thats called Pell-mell, Their Hellish minds they did fulfill and there his precious bloud did spill. Up to his Coach these Villains ride, As by his Servants it is said, With Weapons which they did provide Whilst he poor soul was not afraid, For harmless souls ner fear no ill. while villains seek their blood to spill Meeting with him as they desir'd, Their Hellish courage then grew hot, Into his Coach at him they fir'd, And into his belly him they shot, And so like Villains him they kill'd, & his most precious bloud they spill'd. Away like Villains then they fled; With horror doubtless in their mind, This worthy soul three quarters dead, Bleeding i'th Coach they left behind: Now had the Villains got their will That sought his precious bloud to spill When these unwelcome tydings came Unto the Dukes astonish'd ear, His wond'rous sorrow for the same Did on a suddain plain appear. He strait pursu'd those that did spill, His precious bloud that thought no ill This Person then did all the night Pursue these murtherers in vain, Till Sol with his resplendent light Did to our sight return again, But could not find those that did kill That harmless soul as thought no ill But Heaven did presently find out What lovely Monmouth could not do, Twas well he was the Coach gone out, Or he might have been murther'd too, For they who did this squire kill Would fear the Bloud of none to spill. These Villains they were seiz'd at last, And brought before his Majesty, This horrid thing they then confest Now Prisoners they in Newgate lie, And be condemned no doubt they will, That squire Thyn's sweet blood did spill. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1682 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Thynne_(died_1682)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Thomas Thynne (1647/8-12 February 1682) was an English landowner of the family that is now headed by the Marquess of Bath and politician who sat in the House of Commons from 1670 to 1682. He went by the nickname "Tom of Ten Thousand" due to his great wealth. He was a friend of the Duke of Monmouth, a relationship referred to in John Dryden's satirical work Absalom and Achitophel where Thynne is described as "Issachar, his wealthy western friend". Thynne was the son of Sir Thomas Thynne, and his wife Stuarta Balquanquill, daughter of Dr. Walter Balquanquill. His father was a younger son of Sir Thomas Thynne of Longleat, Wiltshire. In 1670 Thynne succeeded to the family estates at Longleat on the death of his uncle Sir James Thynne without issue. He also succeeded his uncle as Member of Parliament for Wiltshire, and sat until his death in 1682. On 15 November 1681 Thynne married the wealthy Lady Elizabeth Percy, only child of Joceline Percy, 11th Earl of Northumberland. Thynne was murdered on 12 February 1682 after the Swedish Count Karl Johann von Konigsmark began to pursue his wife. He was shot while riding in his coach in Pall Mall, London, by Konigsmark and his three accomplices Christopher Vratz, John Stern and Charles George Borosky. The four were soon arrested; however Konigsmark was acquitted of the murder (due to the corruption of the jury according to diarist John Evelyn) but Vratz, Stern and Borosky were hanged on 10 March 1682. Thynne's remains were interred in a marble tomb in Westminster Abbey. The tomb is decorated in part with a representation of the murder of Thynne in 1682. A popular ballad summed up the episode in form of a mock epitaph: "Here lies Tom Thynne of Longleat Hall Who ne'er would have miscarried; Had he married the woman he slept withal Or slept with the woman he married." Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for the Author, J.M. 1682. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Composer of Ballad J. M. Image / Audio Credit Huntington, Library - Bindley (formerly Luttrell), HEH 135832; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32291/citation" target="_blank">EBBA 32291</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3ffa18763e4b676bf2e01f404f3409a3.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Or, an Account of the Bloudy Murther of THOMAS THYN, Esq; On Sunday the 12th. of February 1682. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Murther Unparalel'd: hanging Male murder