2 50 458 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/67f06218a294cf534797c08d3d79785a.jpg 6884019019a2f2e897f637c4d29c6af3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Wandering and wavering</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I Am a poor Prisoner condemned to die ah wo is me, wo is me, for my great folly Fast fettered in Irons in place where I lye be warned young wantons, hemp passeth green holly. My Parents were of good degree By whom I would not ruled be Lord Jesus receive me, with mercy relieve me, Receive O sweet Saviour, my Spirit unto thee. My name is Hutton, yea Luke of bad life ah wo is me, etc. Which on the High-way did rob Man and Wife be warned Inticed by many a graceless mate Whose Counsel I repent too late. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Not twenty years Old (alas) was I ah wo is me, etc. When I began this Fellony be warned With me went still twelve Yeomen tall Which I did my twelve Apostles call Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. There was no Squire nor Baron bold ah wo is me, etc. That rode by the way with silver and gold be warned But I and my Apostles gay Would lighten their load ere they went away. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. This news procured my Kinsfolks grief ah wo is me, etc. That hearing I was a famous Thief[,] be warned They wept, they wailed, they wrung their hands That thus I should hazzard life and lands Lord Jesus forgive me etc. They made me a Jaylor a little before oh wo is me, etc. To keep in Prison Offendors sore be warned But such a Jaylor was never known I went and let them out every one. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. I wis this sorrow sore grieved me ah wo is me, etc. Such proper men should hanged be be warned My Office then I did defie And ran away for company. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Three years I lived upon the Spoil ah wo is me, etc. Giving many an Earl the foyl be warned Yet did I never kill man nor wife Though lewdly long I led my life. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. But all too bad my deeds have been ah wo is me, etc. Offending my Country, and my good Queen be warned All men in York-shire talk of me A stronger Thief there could not be Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, Receive O Sweet Saviour, my Spirit unto thee. UPon Saint Lukes day was I born ah wo is me, ah wo is me, for my, etc. Who want of Grace hath made me scorn be warned young wantons, hemp, etc. In honour of my Birth=day then I rob'd in bravery nineteen men Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, Receive O sweet Saviour, my Spirit unto thee. The Country were to hear this wrong ah wo is me, etc. With Hues and Cryes, persued me long be warned Though long I scap'd. yet loe at the last At London I was in Newgate cast. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Where I did lye with grieved mind ah wo is me, etc. Although my Keeper was gentle and kind be warned Yet was he not so kind as I To let me go at liberty. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. At last the Sheriff of York-shire came ah wo is me, etc. And in a Warrant he had my name be warned Quoth he at York thou must be try'd With me therefore hence must thou ride Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Like pangs of Death his words did sound ah wo is me, etc. My hands and arms full fast he bound be warned Good Sir, quoth I, I had rather stay I have no heart to ride that way. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. When no intreaty would prevail ah wo is me, etc. I called for Wine, Beer, and Ale be warned And when my heart was in woful case I drank to my friends with a smiling face Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. With clubs and staves I was guarded then ah wo is me, etc. I never before had such waiting men be warned If they had ridden before me amain Be-shrew me if I had call'd them again Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. And when unto York that I was come ah wo is me, etc. Each one on me did cast his doom be warned And whilst you live, this sentence note Evil men can never have good report. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Before the Judges then I was brought ah wo is me, etc. But sure I had a careful thought be warned Ninescore Indictments and seventeen Against me there were red and seen. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. And each of those were fellony found ah wo is me, etc. Which did my heart with sorrow wound be warned What should I herein longer stay For this I was condemned that day, Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. My Death each hour I did attand ah wo is me, etc. In prayers and tears my time I did spend be warned And all my loving friends that Day I did intreat for me to pray. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. I have deserved Death long since ah wo is me, etc. A viler sinner lived not than I be warned On Friends I hoped life to save But I am fitted for the grave. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Adieu my loving friends each one ah woe is me, etc. Think on me Lords when I am gone be warned When on the Ladder you do me view Think I am neerer Heaven then you. Lord Jesus forgive me, etc. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1681-4 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events This is another version of a <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/884">Luke Hutton pamphlet</a>, to same tune, but printed many years later. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. York Image / Audio Credit Pepys 2.147; National Library of Scotland - Crawford, EB.554, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32986/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 32986</a>; University of Glasgow Library - Euing 1.189, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31944/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31944</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/67f06218a294cf534797c08d3d79785a.jpg" frameborder="0" width="500" height="400"></iframe> Subtitle which he wrote the day before his Death, being condemned to be hang'd at York, for his Robberies and Trespasses committed thereabouts. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Luke Huttons Lamentation, hanging highway robbery Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fe88600697f4e8699ff3bdc9848b308b.jpg 324f33c25e3252ede338a2152b516f1e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Braes of Strathblane</em> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1853 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Margaret Bell murders her baby, is brought to Paisley to be executed by hanging, but is reprieved by the appeals of the people of Paisley and is exiled. The Word on the Street: 'Margaret Bell's Lament' is narrated by a woman who is being transported for the murder of her illegitimate child. There are many broadsides on this subject. Due to the social stigma attached to illegitimate motherhood, infanticide among deperate single mothers was more common in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries than it is today. The usual sentence for the crime was death, but in this case the petitioning of the people of Paisley persuaded the Crown to commute Margaret Bell's sentence to transportation. This suggests that the was a great deal of sympathy and understanding among ordinary people for the plight of such women. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Trial papers relating to Margaret Bell for the crime of murder near bleachfield, Crofthead, Neilston parish, Renfrew. Tried at High Court, Glasgow 5 Jan 1853 Accused Margaret Bell, Verdict: Guilty, Verdict Comments: Guilty - recommendation for leniency, Sentence: Death - hanging by public executioner, Petition: Remission of sentence granted under the Great Seal at High Court, Edinburgh, 7 February 1853 (see JC8/60, f.13v).. Note: Pannel drowned infant in a bleachfield dam and was sentenced to hang at Paisley on 26 January, 1853. Victim Unnamed, female infant (http://www.nas.gov.uk/onlineCatalogue/JC26/1853/586) Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. James Lindsay, 9 King St, Glasgow Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, transportation Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. infanticide Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paisley Tune Data Recording of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISVF3vsfFZ8" target="_blank">The Braes o' Strathblane</a> by Ossian Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Adieu unto Barrhead, and to Neilston also Where the river Levern it sweetly does flow, My poor aged mother, forever farewell, An exile for life is your poor Margaret Bell. That perfidious young man. the cause of my pain, For he was the first that brought me to shame ; The cause of my misery and sad poverty, Which causes me now a poor convict to be. A long time we courted, his words they were mild, At length unto him I did prove with child. When I to this young man my state I did tell, He treated with scorn his poor Margaret Bell. When my child was born I was in poverty's grasp, And adversity blew with her cold bitter blast, While he proved false that I loved so well, The mind became frantic of poor Margaret Bell. My sad situation, nought but misery in my view, And he proving false that vowed to be true ; I could see no way for me, but beg, starve, or steal, And satan whisper'd to me, your baby go kill. Unto his dictation, alas, I did give way, Which will haunt my mind till my dying day ; The thoughts of my badness my tongue cannot tell, Kind heaven pardon me, poor Margaret Bell. I was tried and found guilty of base cruelty, And received my sentence to die on a tree ; But the people in and round Paisley did much for me , And petitions forwarded to the Queen's Majesty. Now all you good people that took my cause in hand. I'll think on your kindness when in a foreign land; For with grateful sensations my bosom does swell, Accept the humble thanks of poor Margaret Bell. Run on you sweet Lever, that gentle does flow, The blue bell and violent on your banks will grow, The primrose and daisy will bloom on each dell, When far from those beauties is poor Margaret Bell. You blooming young maidens that roam free of care, Of false-hearted young men I'd have you beware, They may flatter and vow and fine tales may tell, And may leave you in sorrow, like poor Margaret Bell. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/fe88600697f4e8699ff3bdc9848b308b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit National Library of Scotland, L.C.Fol.178.A.2(028); <a href="http://digital.nls.uk/broadsides/broadside.cfm/id/14783" target="_blank">National Library of Scotland Digital Gallery</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 Margaret Bell's Lament Female hanging infanticide transportation https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3ffa18763e4b676bf2e01f404f3409a3.jpg 024680564ed25d570861dee5a26309c7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Troy Town</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Come and assist my trembling Pen, while I endeavour to explain The bloody minds of cruel men, That will no wickedness refrain, But bloody Humors to fulfill Innocent blood they daily spill. Now my sad story I'le begin, The like I think you ne'r did hear, How that the great Esquire Thin, Was murther'd it doth plain appear; Their bloudy minds for to fulfill, This squire most horridly they kill. On Sunday last this Gentleman Clear of all Scandals and Reproach, At severall places he had been Accompany'd with his Grace inCoach, This worthy person thought no ill, Whilst Villians sought his bloud to spill And thus they pass'd the Streets along Till seven or eight a Clock at night, & then his Grace he would be gone In whom so much he did delight, Poor soul he little thought of ill, while villains sought his blood to spill. His Grace he was no sooner gone, But this sad accident befell, By Villains he was set upon Neer to a place thats called Pell-mell, Their Hellish minds they did fulfill and there his precious bloud did spill. Up to his Coach these Villains ride, As by his Servants it is said, With Weapons which they did provide Whilst he poor soul was not afraid, For harmless souls ner fear no ill. while villains seek their blood to spill Meeting with him as they desir'd, Their Hellish courage then grew hot, Into his Coach at him they fir'd, And into his belly him they shot, And so like Villains him they kill'd, & his most precious bloud they spill'd. Away like Villains then they fled; With horror doubtless in their mind, This worthy soul three quarters dead, Bleeding i'th Coach they left behind: Now had the Villains got their will That sought his precious bloud to spill When these unwelcome tydings came Unto the Dukes astonish'd ear, His wond'rous sorrow for the same Did on a suddain plain appear. He strait pursu'd those that did spill, His precious bloud that thought no ill This Person then did all the night Pursue these murtherers in vain, Till Sol with his resplendent light Did to our sight return again, But could not find those that did kill That harmless soul as thought no ill But Heaven did presently find out What lovely Monmouth could not do, Twas well he was the Coach gone out, Or he might have been murther'd too, For they who did this squire kill Would fear the Bloud of none to spill. These Villains they were seiz'd at last, And brought before his Majesty, This horrid thing they then confest Now Prisoners they in Newgate lie, And be condemned no doubt they will, That squire Thyn's sweet blood did spill. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1682 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Thynne_(died_1682)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Thomas Thynne (1647/8-12 February 1682) was an English landowner of the family that is now headed by the Marquess of Bath and politician who sat in the House of Commons from 1670 to 1682. He went by the nickname "Tom of Ten Thousand" due to his great wealth. He was a friend of the Duke of Monmouth, a relationship referred to in John Dryden's satirical work Absalom and Achitophel where Thynne is described as "Issachar, his wealthy western friend". <br /><br />Thynne was the son of Sir Thomas Thynne, and his wife Stuarta Balquanquill, daughter of Dr. Walter Balquanquill. His father was a younger son of Sir Thomas Thynne of Longleat, Wiltshire. In 1670 Thynne succeeded to the family estates at Longleat on the death of his uncle Sir James Thynne without issue. He also succeeded his uncle as Member of Parliament for Wiltshire, and sat until his death in 1682. <br /><br />On 15 November 1681 Thynne married the wealthy Lady Elizabeth Percy, only child of Joceline Percy, 11th Earl of Northumberland. <br /><br />Thynne was murdered on 12 February 1682 after the Swedish Count Karl Johann von Konigsmark began to pursue his wife. He was shot while riding in his coach in Pall Mall, London, by Konigsmark and his three accomplices Christopher Vratz, John Stern and Charles George Borosky. The four were soon arrested; however Konigsmark was acquitted of the murder (due to the corruption of the jury according to diarist John Evelyn) but Vratz, Stern and Borosky were hanged on 10 March 1682. <br /><br />Thynne's remains were interred in a marble tomb in Westminster Abbey. The tomb is decorated in part with a representation of the murder of Thynne in 1682. A popular ballad summed up the episode in form of a mock epitaph: <br /><br />"Here lies Tom Thynne of Longleat Hall <br />Who ne'er would have miscarried; <br />Had he married the woman he slept withal <br />Or slept with the woman he married." Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. LONDON, Printed for the Author, J.M. 1682. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Composer of Ballad J. M. Image / Audio Credit Huntington, Library - Bindley (formerly Luttrell), HEH 135832; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32291/citation" target="_blank">EBBA 32291</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3ffa18763e4b676bf2e01f404f3409a3.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Or, an Account of the Bloudy Murther of THOMAS THYN, Esq; On Sunday the 12th. of February 1682. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Murther Unparalel'd: hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9183b308609a30d96f259404ee2fb0e6.jpg 661a58da4ea40adf8b84979ad8669783 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics TRue Preachers which God liketh well, To you I runne wyth all my hart, Your wordes with me are like to dwell, Vntyll thys lyfe I shall depart. As for the rest whose tounges are tyde, To them who runs, he runs far wyde. Œ_What so doth best commend the truth, All falshood lykewyse discommendes, I know you Preachers tender youth, And visits them lyke faythfull frendes. Yet if there hap a dismoll day, The Wolues would teare your liues away Œ_But they that humbly do you beare, And eke well beare your woordes away, Hauing their vnderstandinges cleare, Needes neuer feare the dismoll day. Nor wyll seek[Single illegible letter] peace here in this lyfe, Where nought is found but war and strife. Œ_So they that do, nor yet wyll beare, When they be cald, and truth is told, Ill haps to them vnwares is neare, Yet blindnes maketh Bayardes bold. But they that warned are in tyme, Halfe armed are gainst daungerous crime. Œ_A tryall iust I found of late, Where Preachers dyd them selues addresse, To spend the day within Newgate, To comfort two whom Law bad presse. There did I see that comfort great, Whereof our Preachers oft intreat. Œ_There saw I more, do what they might, Sharpe iudgement pass, the Presse at hand, The one would not remyt hys spight But doth the same to vnderstand, By blasphemies most horrible, And countenaunce most terrible. Œ_[Illegible word] would beleue that he should dye, Which playnly dyd to vs appeare, By [...]yish countenaunce smylingly, Which seemed very monstrous geare. And yet he was of perfect mynde, But thus he shewed hys diuelish kynde. Œ_Wyth hym perswasions would not serue, In all my lyfe I saw none sutch: He sware great othes he would not sterue, If ought there were within the hutch. And to it he went full egerly, As one that thought he should not dye. Œ_Anon there came a prisoner in, That yrons had clapt on good store. Gods hart quoth Wat, you wyl not lyn, These partes you playd lyke slaues before. And vp he snatch hot coales in hand, To throw at one that by did stand. Œ_This stander by a Keeper was, That hardly handled him alwayes: Wherefore if he myght bring to pas, That Keeper should now end hys dayes. Though he did burne in hell therefore. Sutch Keepers should keepe there no more. Œ_This desperate foole intreated was, By Master Yong and others there, To pray for them that dyd trespas, And to forgeue, sithe death is neare. Gods woundes quoth he, it is shame for ye, That cry not agaynst this tyrannye. Œ_Why wyll not bolts or fetters serue, Thinke you (quoth Wat) to hold this man? He hath no money though he sterue, Hys hos[Single illegible letter] and doublet must trudge than. If bell there be, or plages to fall, These Villains wyll be plaged all. Œ_For my part if I boyle in lead, I cannot hold but brawle this out. Would I might [Single illegible letter]ight how euer I sped, Chuld course that Ore and fl[...]ring Lout. No more good Wat, quoth Master Yong, Thou hurt[Section of illegible text] thy selfe most wt that tong. Œ_Thus parted he and Master Yong, Much greued for hys senceles soule. But I remayned and vsed my tong, As God dyd force vice to controle, But-Wat no chaungeling would not rest, But fell a fresh vnto a [Single illegible letter]est. Œ_As I might then I did exhort, Them both with me to go and pray, Where I would speake to their comfort, If that the Lord dyd not say nay. The time is short, therefore quoth I, Let vs seeke the Lord whiles he is nye. Œ_I pray you be content quoth Wat, The Lord hath mercy inough in store, I may yet haue my part of that, As he to others hath geuen before. You must repent and cal for grace, (Quoth I) els neuer looke to see Gods face. Œ_Then was the tother glad of me, And gaue to God great thankes and prayse, That he might haue my companye, With hym for to remayne alwayes. Wherein such comfort great he found, That teares of ioy dropt to the ground. Œ_I see now God is good (quoth he) And wyll not haue my soule be lost, But hath prouided you for me, Not sparing any payne nor cost. You come from God, your words arswete, I feele Gods grace my hart doth mete. Œ_I would I had knowen you befor[Section of illegible text]e, But now it is in ryght good tyme: For though my carcas be forlorne, My soule to God I feele doth clyme. Oh beare me (sayth he) to the rest, Ill haps to me is for the best. Œ_Heare how this misery hath wrought, The taming of my flesh so proud: My soule to God that hath it bought, I do commend with voyce so loud. Knowing that he doth heare my cry, And pardons me immediately, Œ_Would God the world dyd heare my voyce And would be warned by my death, Then would they not in euyll reioyce, But prayse the Lord whyles they haue breath. And loue hym that hath loued them well, Who hath redeemed their soules from hell. Œ_O God (quoth he) is thys thy kynde, To care for hym that knew not thee? I neuer had thee earst in mynde, Yet now thy grace hath healed me. Due thankes to thee I cannot geue, That hast now made me to beleue. Œ_O tell me I pray, what is your name, Sayth he to me vnknowen you are: To you lykewyse I am the same, But God that knowes vs is not far. He wyll reward you this I trust, Sith I cannot that dye needes must. Œ_So God dealt with me yester day, A frend be sent vs in Limbo: Whose good estate God blesse alway, For that good [Single illegible letter]ore that came him fro. Hys name was Draper Alderman, Which was my comfort great as than. Œ_He prayed wyth vs most earnestly, No scorne was in hys v[Single illegible letter]luet cote, Wyth teares he kyst vs louingly, And went with mourning there God wote. So doth the power of the Lord, Make diuers men in truth accord. Œ_Thus God hath found me out at length, And stayed me of my wicked race And me indu[...] with perfect strength No [Single illegible letter]ong can rightly prayse such grace I would my death were much more vile That others might beware ther while. Œ_So then we prayed ech one for other Wyth trickling teares of ioye and greefe In truth I tooke him for my brother Though neuer so much he were a theefe. Then death to him could not come ill, For of Gods grace he had his fill. Œ_Then foorth we went and made a fyre, I dyned there wyth bread and cheese: To sing some Psalmes was his desyre, So ech man soonge in their degrees. O Lord turne not away thy face, From hym that lyes prostrate in place. Œ_But Watson fell vnto hys foode As one that hungry was in deede And merely eate that he thought good, But threw the rest the dogs to feede. I saw no thought that he did take, Nor lykelyhoode from sinne to wake. Œ_Then vp came Maister Yong agayne Their deathes now being at the doore But Watson could not yet refrayne, But laughes it out still more and more. Still all in vayne to hym was sayd, Yet all the rest downe kneeling prayde. Œ_Then Skarlet tooke hym by the hande And preached, though small to his regarde Yet all the rest might vnderstande, Hys woordes deserued to be harde. And yet he could not [Single illegible letter]olde but smyles, In deede he was begylde therwhyles. Œ_A Prisoners tale that he dyd trust Made hym that way to loose hys lyfe So there the matter was discust, The presse at length did end their stryfe. He trusted that which was vntrue, Vntill it was to late to rue. Œ_Lo thus much I thought good to wryte For those that warned yet will be That they in euill no more delyght, Nor to such councell do agree. Who dyd this yll one so peruarte, That heauy presse burst Watsons harte. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1569 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Preacher recounts attempts to comfort two prisoners; one, alderman Draper, repents; the other, Watson, believes falsely that he will be reprieved and thus does not repent Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London by Iohn Awdely, dwellyng in litle Britaine streete without Aldersgate Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. pressing Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Newgate Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet Location: Huntington Library - Britwell, no 60/ HEH18321, <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32408/image">EBBA 32408</a><br />Recorded in CM Simpson 1966, <em>The British Broadside Ballad and its Music</em>, Rutgers University Press, New Brunswick, pp. 323-4. 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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/a071f62d366af5ea866749cce5fc01e5.mp3 23806da3246ca66760956da6ce69f03c https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/01617e8be95518f90a3d8b069bdc245b.jpg a522d700f98c62ce4dcf1986d15f5de4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics GOod People all I pray attend, and mind This Mournful Ditty and you'll quickly find, That cruel Sins does in this Kingdom Reign, Of which we have just reason to Complain. To see how Men run on their wicked Race With eagerness, as being void of Grace; Taking delight in those Notorious Crimes, Which are the cause of our Distracted times. Some Men with wanton Harlots leads their Life, And slights the kind Embraces of a Wife; Till ruin and destruction proves their fate, And then at length Repentance comes too late. As by these Mournful Lines it will appear, John Chambers, living in fair Warwick-shire, And at the Town of Tanworth, I declare, A loose lascivious life he did lead there. Keeping a wanton Harlot Company, But for his loving Wife continually He then abus'd, and likewise hated so. That at the length it prov'd his overthrow. That he those sinful pleasures might enjoy, Alas! he study'd dayly to destroy The Life of his right lawful loving Bride, Unto that end he many methods try'd. As from her Brothers House with him she went, His cruel heart to wickedness was bent; He did attempt to Drown her by the way, Yet Providence preserved her that day. Tho' at this time he could not have his will, His most inraged Malice reigned still; So that he neither night nor day could rest, Making the thoughts of Murder in his breast. Two Soldiers then he labour'd to employ, In this most horrid cruel Villany; Yet tho' he proffer'd them large Money then, They would not be such bloody-minded Men. Tho' he did with these disappointments meet, Yet he was still resolved to compleat This bloody Murther on his loving Wife, And in short space bereave her of her Life. He hir'd then a Servant of his own, Declaring that it never would be known. This said, the Wretch did not disputing stand, But straightways took the Bloody work in hand. Now while they did their Treachery conceal, Poor heart, who was set at her Spinning-Wheel, Free from the thoughts of either dread or fear, Who little knew her Death was drawing near. Servant and Master being both agreed, A Muskuet straight they Charge, and Load with speed; The Servant coming to his harmless Dame, He Shot her through the Body with the same. Just as she had receiv'd the fatal Wound, And languishing, lay sprawling on the ground, Her Husband came for to Salute her then, Like a false wretch, the very worst of Men. But she (alas) refus'd his Judas Kiss, And with her dying voice, she told him this: By Murther now you have procur'd my death, And with those words she yielded up her breath, Master and Man was then to Prison sent, In order for a Lawful Punishment: Nay, likewise when Assizes came at last, They for this Murder was Arraign'd and Cast. Now on the day that he was brought to Dye, The Master call'd to all the standers by; Wishing that they by him might warning take, And all lewd Womens Company forsake. For they alone, alas! has Ruin'd me, And now this day my dismal Doom I see; Had I been kind and loving to my Wife, I might have liv'd a long and happy Life. Farewel the World, and all vain Pleasures here, Good God, when I before thy Throne appear, Altho' my Sins are many, gross and foul, Do thou be merciful, and save my Soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Giltspur/ street, without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tamworth, Warwickshire Tune Data <em>Fortune my foe</em> is also known as <em>Aim not too high</em> (recording is <em>Fortune my foe</em>) Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.169; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20786/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20786</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/01617e8be95518f90a3d8b069bdc245b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="350"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a071f62d366af5ea866749cce5fc01e5.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The Cruelty of John Chambers, who lately lived at Tanworth, in Warwick-shire, and conspir'd the Death of Wife, hiring a Servant to Shoot her with a Musket, which he accordingly did, for which they were both Arraign'd, found Guilty, and Executed for the same. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE Bloody-minded Husband; Audio recording hanging highway robbery Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/95690493a943c43e8f51dfc27a2a7dc1.jpg ca33d045422445d0cd7f27cdf4ec77e9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Follow bonny Lad</em>: Or, <em>The High-way Man's Delight</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics F Ollow bonny Lad, By the High-way side, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me as I love thee, then let us gang both together. And if we meet a Man, We'l cause him to stand, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l make him stand both together. Be it better, be't worse, We will take his Purse, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will take it both together. And than by and by, Follow the Hue and Cry, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l both be taken together. And [then in a Cart,] We'l [be carry'd] to York, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l both be carry'd together. Then over Mount-Hill, And by the Mill, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, one pint we will drink together. And then we must lye Until the next Assize, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, there we will lye together. And the next Assize, We must be Trappiz'd, my own dear loving B rother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we both will Swing together. With the Mattock and Spade, Our Graves shall be made, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l lye in a Grave together. But let us not be Fearful whilst free, my own dear loving Brother ; For if thou love me, as I love thee, we will fight and dye together. For a Knight of the Padd, Should never be sad, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, we will be merry together. Let what will come, We know our Doom, my own dear loving B rother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will cast away fear together. Our Booty we'l share, And take no futher care, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will spend it both together. Our Lasses and our Wine, Our Wits shall refine, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we will share them both together. At nothing we'l grieve, So Silver we have, my own dear loving Brother; For if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, what we do we'l do together. Men of our Profession, Move by Discretion, my own dear loving B rother; And if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l jovially move together. Goals we will Contemn, Till we fall into them, my own dear loving B rother; But if thou love me, as I love thee, we'l wear the stone doublet together. But as we now are, Let us have a care, my own dear loving Brother; And if thou love me, as I love thee, let us have a care toghther. O let us-still beware, Of the wretced Snare, my own dear loving Brother; And if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, O let us have a care together. O to dye in a Rope, Wilt destroy all our hope, my own dear loving Brother; But if thou lov'st me, as I love thee, if we dye we'l dye both together. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A fictional cautionary ballad, warning against highway robbery and imagining punishment for highwaymen. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Wright, I. Clark, VV. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery, theft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.157; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20777/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20777</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/95690493a943c43e8f51dfc27a2a7dc1.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="350"></iframe> Subtitle Or, Nevison's Last Legacy to the Knights of the High-Padd; By way of Caution, to deter them from following their Unlawful Enterprizes. Being a most Pleasant New Song, greatly in Request both in City and Country. Beware all you that set Unlawful Game, Least in the end your selves you sadly shame; Hemp is a fatal Weed, and spoils the growth Of many a rash and unadvised Youth: Then timely warning take er'e 'tis too late, And by that warning shun untimely Fate. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE High-way Mans Advice To his Brethren. hanging Male robbery theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a1ddc46203bb436fa114de0f9e8b883e.jpg d0cb30369aee17e1b243d00e9baa1e49 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170">Russell's Farewell</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics WIth melting Eyes and bleeding Heart, of Grief and Heaviness, Before this Life I do depart, my Sins I here confess, The which alas! are manifold, and of a scarlet Dye; The Bloud I shed, does, now behold, for fearful Vengeance cry. The Laws of God and Man I broke, by lewd unlawful ways, And therefore now Death's fatal stroke, will end my wretched days; Mercy, I'm sure, they cannot show to such a one as I, My scarlet Sins, they do, I know for fearful Vengeance cry. I must acknowledge to my shame, the Road I did frequent, So rich and poor where-e'r I came, tho' ne'r so innocent, I robb'd them of their Wealth with speed, such was my villany; But now my Heart begins to bleed, my Sins for Vengeance cry. Amongst my many Crimes, at last a Quaker's Bloud I spilt, Which does my hope of Glory blast, my Soul is stain'd with guilt; I murder'd him, and robb'd his Wife, for which I come to die; But, oh! the Sins of my lewd Life does for just Vengeance cry. At Stone-bridge, near to Kingsland- Town, I did my Pistol load, I shot him, and he soon dropt down, and dy'd there in the Road; His Wife, when she the Pistol hears, it was a sad surprize, By him she shed a flood of Tears, to hear his Groans and Cries. I took away what Gold they had, and likewise Silver too; Then after that, a little Lad I likewise did pursue; I spared neither Rich nor Poor, such was my villany, Alas! my wicked Sins therefore, does for just Vengeance cry. When I this wicked Deed had done, my Heart was harden'd sure, Tho through the Town the news did run, I thought myself secure; But Justice fairly found me out, condemn'd I am to die, My bloudy Sins, I make no doubt, they did for Vengeance cry. A wicked Creature I have been, unto a high degree; But now the Soul-amazing Sin, of Murther startles me, The fearful wrath of God I dread, as being brought to die, Because the Bloud which I have shed, does for just Vengeance cry. There's few or none regards my moan, because I was enclin'd, To covet that which wan't my own, a just Reward I find; It is no more than what is fit, that I should die, for why The Murther which I did commit, does for just Vengeance cry. All you that sad Spectators are, of this my shameful end, Afford me now a Christian-prayer, my Soul to God commend; For tho' I liv'd in Wickedness, yet since I come to die, A hearty Sorrow I express, for all my Villany. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1696 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed for J. Blare, at the sign of the Looking-glass on London-bridge Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Stonebridge, near Kingsland Tune Data Reference: Russell's Farewell BBB pp 621-624 Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.161; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20780/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20780</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a1ddc46203bb436fa114de0f9e8b883e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="350"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The last Dying Lamentation of Thomas Randall, who was arraign-ed and found guilty of the Murther of Roger Levins, at Stone-bridge, near Kings-land, for which he received the due Sentence of Death, and was accordingly Executed and Hang'd in Chains at the said Bridge, on the 29th of this Instant January. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource THE Mournful Murtherer: hanging in chains Male murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ae9a3c953192adf99fb9b507ab83a2eb.jpg fd2901256c465f63c34701cbac1b0417 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/87209ce556b90d9577774ee82bb2614d.mp3 37ddd1b4c78055ee35b3fccbdb2588f9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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/1173">The Rich Merchant Man</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOung Maidens all beware, that sees my Dismal state, Endeavour now to shun the Snare, before it is too late. I was a Servant Maid, and liv'd most happily, Until at last I was betray'd, to this Debauchery. Too late I do lament, my very heart doth bleed, That ever I did give consent, to that most wicked deed. My yielding to his ways, his wicked base desire, Yea, by that means I end my days, in cruel flames of Fire. Our Sins was at their grow, that none but them we blame, To be indeed the cause we both did end our days in shame. We could not be content, with what we first had done, But afterwards we did invent, in worse extreams to run. Then with my Master I, did take the cause in hand, Resolv'd my Mistris she should dye by our most cruel hand. Her Life we did betray, to satisfie our will. When she alas! in Child-bed lay, poor Soul she thought no ill. Strong poyson we contriv'd this was our hanious Sin, That she of Life might be depriv'd pool Soul when she lay in. My conscience strove with me, but I a wicked elf, Desired that my Master he, should give it her himself. But we did disagree, as you may understand, For Conscience would not suffer me to put it in her hand. Though neither he nor I, had power to do this deed, Yet all this would not satisfie, but still we did proceed. In what she was to drink we mixt the poyson strong. That she might take it & not think, the least of any wrong. By which at length she dyed, and I was left behind, To dye a cruel death beside, the horror of my mind. Alas! you may behold, my sad and dismal doom, Both hands & heart, and e'ry part, in flames you'l see consume. The Sorrow of my heart, in this extremity, Although it is my due desert, I do for mercy cry. Farewel my wordly Friends, and my offences foul, Good Lord forgive me all my sins, have mercy on my Soul. In this devouring flame, my life must now expire, Alas my sins I needs must blam[e] I end my days in fire. To you that come to see, a woful sinners fall, O let those cruel flames now be, a warning to you all. By me a warning take, and do not run astray, And God will never you forsake, if you his Laws obey. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A maid, in love with her master, conspires to poison her mistress shortly after she has given birth. It does not mention the sentence of the husband. (he is hanged in chains) Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events See also: A just account of the horrid contrivance of John Cupper, and Judith Brown his servant, in poysoning his wife. [microform] Who were tryed at the assizes held at Shrewsbury; Cupper to be hang'd in chains, and Judith Brown to be burnt. Together with their dying confessions. Published by me William Smith, rector of Bitterley, their minister, to prevent false reports. (NLA, copy of BL and Bodleian originals, on EEBO) Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Old Heath, near Shrewsbury Tune Data Reference: <em>The Rich Merchant Man</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 602-604), or <em>George Barnwell</em> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.151; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20769/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20769</a>. Audio recordings by (1) Hannah Sullivan, (2) EBBA. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ae9a3c953192adf99fb9b507ab83a2eb.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="416"></iframe> Subtitle Being a perfect and true account of one Judith Brown, who together with her Master Iohn Cupper, conspired the Death of her Mistris, his Wife, which accordingly they did accomplish in the time of Child-bed, when she lay in with two Children, by mixing of her Drink with cruel Poyson; for which Fact she received due Sentence of Death at the late Assizes in the County of Salop, to be Burned; which was accordingly Executed upon the Old Heath near Shrewsbury, on Thursday the Twenty-first day of August, 1684. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Unfaithful Servant; AND The Cruel Husband. Audio recording burning Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/77113ea8d496f873e01502c37229fe70.jpg 3b53a3c6cbaf3693fb9f279ec33a3d65 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/859de1edbc8aa135a73fd5a0ef048111.mp3 4020ae1bf2311f5ce3bb197bc60727ae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Araignement of John Flodder - mp3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics BRave Windham late, whom Fortune did adorne, With Buildings fayre, & fresh as Sommers morne: To coale-blacke Ashes now, quite burned downe, May sorrowing say, I was a gallant Towne. Yea all my state and glory is put by, For mourning on the ground my Buildings lye: My Goods consum'd, my Dwellers brought full low, Which now goe wandring up and downe in woe. Three hundred dwelling Houses of account, Which did to fourtie thousand pounds amount, Are all consumd and wasted quite away, And nothing left, but ruine and decay. Woe worth the causers of this blacke misdeed, That makes a thousand hearts with sorrow bleed: A thousand hearts with wringing hands may say, In Windham towne this was a wofull day. The deed was done by such unhallowed hands, Whose rigour card not for a thousand Lands, The Earth it selfe, if that it flam'd with fier, Were as these damned harlets did desier. One Flodder and his cursed wife, were those, Which wrought this famous towne these sodaine woes: Confederate with one Bickes wife; which three, Unto this cursed action did agree. As Rogues and Beggars wandring up and downe, They went to seeke reliefe from towne to towne: And lived by the usage of bace sinne, As custome trayneth all such livers in. [?] sure the Divell or else some Feend of his, [?] aved them unto this foule amisse, With Fire to wast so brave a Market towne, That florisht faire, with Riches and Renowne. A Fier that was devised of the Divell, A Fier of all the worst, and worse then evill: Wilde fier it was, that could not quenched bee, A Ball thereof [la]y kindling secretly, Within an Eaves, not seene of any man, A Match gave fier, and so it first began: In Service time, when people were at Prayers, As God required, and not on worldly cares. A time that such a chaunce could hardly bee Prevented by mans helpe, as man might see: For on a sodaine kindled so the flame, That mazed people could not quench the same. Within two howers the towne was burned quite, And much good Wealth therin consumd outright: The Free-schoole house, with many a gallant Hall With Aged people, and poore Children small. Such woes were never seene in any place, Nor never men remaind in heavier case: Strange doubts were made how first the fire begun That hath so many good mens states undone. At last this Flodder, with his wandring Mates, Which daily beg'd for food at rich mens Gates, Examined were, where soone their guiltie tongues Confest the chiefe occasions of these wronges. And so with hearts bespotted with blacke shame, They were araigned, and judged for the same, To suffer death, a recompence to make, For this offence, they thus did undertake. The Second part of the Araignement of Flodder and his wife etc. To the same tune. ANd when their day of death drew neere at hand, According to the Judges just commaund, Before ten thousand peoples wondring eyes, This Flodder like a damned monster dyes, A selfe-wild Papist, of a stubborne heart, That would but small submission from him part: But boldly died as though he had done well, And not been guiltie of this fact of Hell. His hated body still on Earth remaines, (A shame unto his kin) hangd up in Chaines: And must at all no other Buriall have, But Crowes & Ravens mawes to make his grave But Bicks his wife in signe of penitence, With weeping teares bewayled her offence: And at her death, confest with grieved minde, This deed beyond the reach of Woman-kind. And how most leawdly she had lived long, A shamefull life, in doing deeds of wrong: And trode the steps of Whoredome day by day, Accounting sinne and shame, the better way. And how that shee, was will'd to put her hope At last, to have a Pardone from the Pope For all her sinnes: for which, she did repent, And sayd, no Pope, but Christ was her content. And as for Flodders wife, the chiefe herein, And damded leader to this wilfull sinne, Being bigg with child, reprived was therefore, To give that life, which in her Wombe she bore. But having now deliverance of her Child, All further hopes of life, are quite exild. Yet hope of life, hath made her now confesse, The Townes proceeding dangers and distresse. And how the rest should all have burned beene, So with a second Fire to waste it cleane: And how the Husband of the woman dead, Had given consent to have this mischiefe spread. Likewise one Hicks, a fellow of good age, She sayd, his credite and his word did gage, To be a furtherer to this damned deed, That now hath made a thousand hearts to bleed. But let no such accursed wretch as this, The course of Law and Justice looke to misse: But with repentance true prepare for death, As most unworthy of a minuts breath. And now let Englands Townes both farre & neere With wisedome still prevent like chance, & feare, And weed away from every place and Cittie, Such idle Drones, you cherish with your pittie. Yet in your hearts let Charitie remaine, And freely give, to buyld this Towne againe. And in your Prayers desire the Lord of heaven, That bountious guiftes may thereunto be given. Our royall King, with good and gracious hand, Have graunted them, the bounties of our Land: In every Church that gathering there may bee, As by his Letter patents we may see. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1615 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad After the town of Windham, Norfolk, is burned, three people are convicted of arson: John Flodder and his wife, and a Mrs. Bicks, all known vagrants. Bicks repents before her execution, but Flodder is unrepentant. He is hung in chains, while his wife is given a temporary reprieve due to pregnancy. Because of this, she confesses that a second fire was planned and that Bicks' husband was party to the plan. The audience is advised to exile beggars and vagrants from their towns. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprinted at London for John Trundle, dwel- ling in Barbican at the signe of the No body. The names in the Kings Letters Pattents, to gather up the mony, are these following. John Moore. Steven Agas. Robert Carre. John Doffeelde. William Horsnell. Esa Freeman. Robert Agas. William Rowse. The Countries and Cities, graunted for these men to gather in, are these following. London and Westminster: Middlesex, Essex, Kent, Hartford, Surry, and Sussex: with the Cities of Canterburie, Rochester, and the Cinque Ports, with the Citie of Chester. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. arson Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/77113ea8d496f873e01502c37229fe70.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="550"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/859de1edbc8aa135a73fd5a0ef048111.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads Pepys 1.130-131r; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20056/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20056</a> Subtitle at Norwidge, with the wife of one Bicks, for burning the Towne of Windham in Norfolke, upon the xi. day of June last 1615. Where two of them are now executed, and the third reprived upon further confession. To the tune of Fortune my foe. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Araignement of John Flodder and his wife, arson Audio recording Female hanging in chains Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/89ffb8007f1c3e5db105729f6136db14.jpg b722650de632b13493febd37d225e6e2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1173">The Rich Merchant Man</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The Arrainement condemnation and execution of the grand [cutpurse] John Selman who was executed at White-hall uppon Twesday the seventh of Jaunary. 1612 To the tune of a rich Marchant man. HOw happy is that man. that in his b[r]east doth beare: A [...]st heart and in his heart, a perfect godly feare. A man so blest I say, can no discomfort have, He shall not ta[s]t a shamefull death, to fi[l]l a [t]im[e]less[e] grave. Could I of this before. have well and wisely thought: I would not have imbracd the course this wamefull death hath brought. But all my mind was then, on ydle wicked waies. To shift to gull, to cog and cheate, and so I spent my dayes. A multitude of thoughts, as black as hell it selfe, The Divell put into my heart, to compasse worldly pelfe. And many waies I used, both wicked base and foule, [S]till mindfull of my body still, unmindfull of my soule. In silke and velvets faire, I sometime us'd to goe: As I had used the Marchants trade, forsuch I was in shew. And at the worst I went, like one of good degree, And often used to change my sutes. as needfull I should see. So still I leap'd untouch't, till this presumptuous crime, This mounting sinne for that reveng up to the Heavens did clime, Upon the blessed day, we celebrate the birth, O'th deere Redeemer of us all. with joy and Godlymirth: Within the house of God, and at the sacred houre, O'th blest commanion I was touched, with Sathans damning power, In presence of the King, Whose majesty might make, A[w]fil intending wre[t]ch like me, to staggar faint and quake. This mischiefe vile I did, I pickt a pocket there, Nor sacred person time nor place, could make me faintly feare, When all were at their prayers, and exercise divine, I pryed about to get my prey, this divelish prey of mine, With hands and eyes to heaven, all did in reverence stand: While I in mischife used mine eye, and my accursed hand, Now was my mischiefe ripe. my villanyes full growne, And now the God in secret knew it. did make it open knowne. I could not shift it heere, n[y]r no denyall stond: For all hhe purse was newly tooke, twas taken in my hand, And heere I stand to pay, the price of that offence, God grant no christian after me, may such an act commence. I pray my fault may s[...] [e]xample to you all Tha[t] [t]housand soules [...] that thus hath mad[e] So praying all may pr[...] for mercy to my God I yeeld to death and pa[...] indure this heavy t[...] The names of his [...] Commision[...] William Lord Kno[...] mas Vavasor, Sir F[...] Sir Arthur Gorge, [...] nister, and others o[...] Cloth. Sir Edmund [...] Robert Leighe & M[...] Gerrard. The names of the gran[...] William Lancaster, E[...] John Bull, Gentlema[n] William Yates Yeo[man] Rebert Powlstone Ye[oman] Anthony Barklet, Yeo[man] George Cordall, Yeo[man] William Carter, Yeo[man] John Browne, Yeoma[n] John wonnam, Yeom[an] Edward Blacgrave, [...] Edward Beake, Yeom[an] Richard Langley, Yeo[man] Thomas Gawen, Yeo[man] Richard Gregory, Yeo[man] Roger Terry, Yeoman Edward Kiffin, Yeoma[n] John Whitlocke, Yeo[man] Richard Dyar, Yeoma[n] FINIS Quoth Henry S[mith] The Captaine Cut-purse. A new Ballad shewing the most notorious abuse of life of John Selman, who for cutting a purse in the Kings Chapell at White Hall on Christ- mas day was executed neere Charing crosse. To a new tune. THat men may feare the Acts, opugnant are to truth: I will anothamize the course, of lusty Selmans youth. His courses lewd and naught, the certaine path of death: As in himselfe you well may see, who for them lost his breath. All labor he cast off, and all religious awe: To ireligious actions bent, making his will [...] law: All company he us'd. that was prophane and nought, And with them all the Arts of sinne, he practized and wrought. With drunkerds hee'd carowse, the wicked healths they use, And so, (his understanding drown'd) would friend and foe abuse. As drunkerds use to doe, the act is too too bad: There is smal difference twixt a man thats drunke and one thats mad. For both's but want of sence, which both a like do lacke: And Godly unverstanding lost, the soule must needs to wracke. To this the killing sinne, of lust he would annex: And with a boyling blood pursue, the sinne o'th female sex. Counting their hell is heaven, dallying with their imbrace: Inchanted with his harlots lippe, dyed locke and painted face. with them hee'd revell rout, the houres of day and night: Counting their pleasures all his jo[y] their sport his best delight, And thus will he consume, the substance that his friends: Had to him given to be imployed, to good and thrifty ends. His stocke on strumpets vile, thus wasted and decaide: To keepe the flush of pleasure still: he fell tot'h cheaters trade. Sometimes with trickes at cards, sometime with cogging Dye: That he of purpose would prepare, to runne too low or hie. If all his wifts and trickes, would not prevaile to winne: Why there to this hee'd adde a worse and more presumptuous sinne. Hee'd get it out by oathes, sweare and forsweare apace: Without all feare of heaven or hell, or any thought of grace. Thus doth one sinne (like waves) runne on anothers necke: Unlesse (by grace) we can at first, our sinfull nature checke. And yet he stayed not heere, but prog[rest to] his sinnes: To fellony [in] [bases]t kind, anothers [right to] winne. In change of [gallant] suites, with all the t[...]s belongs: Unto the cunning cutpurse craft, hee'd follow crowds and throngs. There sometime cut a purse, sometime a pocket picke: In doing both he was a man, knowne very apt and quicke. All cheaters cutpurses, and pickpurses he knew: And was as some report of him, the Captaine of that crew: But for this sinne on earth, he payed the bitter price: God grant by his example all, may learne to fly his vice. FINIS. Henry Smith. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1612 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=3hJLeLHjh-YC&amp;pg=PA670&amp;lpg=PA670&amp;dq=john+selman+cutpurse&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=_-LTenyPzI&amp;sig=Gk3qXAD0ZKmEqvzw8T3avPuaz34&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=A6l6TqTDIMuYiAfspZk2&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false" target="_blank">Book of Days: A Miscellany of Popular Antiquities in Connection With the Calendar</a> Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. theft, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Whitehall Composer of Ballad Henry Smith Tune Data <strong>Part 1:</strong> <em>The Rich Merchant Man</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 602-604) <br /><strong>Part 2:</strong> A new tune <br /><strong>Date tune first appeared:</strong> 1594 - ballad called <em>Rich Merchant Man</em> registered by Thomas Deloney Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.130-131v; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20057/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20057</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/89ffb8007f1c3e5db105729f6136db14.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="550"></iframe> Subtitle who was executed at White-hall vppon Twesday the seuenth of Ianuary. 1612. To the tune of a rich Merchant man. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Arrainement condemnation and execution of the grand [cutpurse] Iohn Selman hanging Male robbery theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b67030bba1f5eef6a5a8bf284545a027.jpg b06579927109d713d326e1b8e87f36de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOUNG men and maidens all give ear, Unto what I shall now relate; O mark you well, and you shall hear, Of my unhappy fate: Near unto famous Oxford town, I first did draw my breath, Oh! that I had been cast away, In an un[t]imely birth. My tender parents brought me up, Provided for me well. And in the town of Witt[a]m then, They placd me in a mill. By chance upon an Oxford lass, I cast a wanton eye, And promisd I would marry her, If she would with me lie But to the world I do declare, With sorrow, grief and woe, This folly brought us in a snare, And wrought our overthrow. For the damsel came to me, and said, By you I am with child: I hope, dear John, youll marry me, For you have me defild. Soon after that, her mother came, As you shall understand, And oftentimes did me persuade, To wed her out of hand. And thus perplexd on every side, I could no comfort find, So for to make away with her, A thought came in my mind. About a month from Christmas then, Oh! cursed be the day, The devil then did me persuade, To take her life away. I calld her from her sisters door, At eight oclock at night, Poor creature she did little dream, I ow'd her any spite. I told her, if shed walk with me, A side a little way, We both together would agree, About our wedding day. Thus I deluded her again, Into a private place, Then took a stick out of the hedge, And struck her in the face. But she fell on her bended knee, And did for mercy cry, For heaven sake dont murder me, I am not fit to die. But I on her no pity took, But wounded her full sore, Until her Life away I took, Which I can neer restore. With many grievous shrieks and cries, She did resign her breath, And in inhuman barbarous sort, I put my love to death. And then I took her by the hair, To cover this foul sin, And draggd her to the river side, And threw her Body in. Thus in the blood of innocence, My hands were deeply dyd, And shined in her purple gore, That should have been my bride. Then home unto my mill I ran, But sorely was amazd, My man he thought I had mischief done, And strangely on me gazd. Oh! whats the matter then said he, You look as pale as death, What makes you shake and tremble so, As though you had lost your breath. How came you by that blood upon, Your trembling hands and cloaths? I presently to him replyd, By bleeding at the nose. I wishfully upon him lookd, But little to him said, But snatchd the candle from his hand, And went unto my bed. Where I lay trembling all the night, For I could take no rest, And perfect flames of hell did flash, Within my guilty face. Next day the damsel being missd, And no where to be found; Then I was apprehended soon, And to the Assizes bound. Her sister did against me swear, She reason had no doubt, That I had made away with her, Because I calld her out. But Satan did me still perswade, I stiffly should deny, Quoth he, there is no witness can, Against thee testif[y]. Now when her mother she did cry, I scoffingly did say, On purpose then to frighten me, She sent her child away. I publishd in the post boy then, My wickedness to blind, Five Guineas any one should have, That could her body find. But Heaven had a watchful eye, And brought it so about, That though I stiffly did deny, This murder would come out. The very day before the assize, Her body it was found, Floating before her Fathers door, At Henly Ferry Town. So I the second time was seizd, To Oxford brought with speed, And there examined again, About the bloody deed. Now the coroner and jury both, Together did agree, That this damsel was made away, And murdered by me. The justice he perceivd the guilt, No longer would take bail: But the next morning I was sent, Away to Reading Goal. When I was brought before the judge, My man did testify, That blood upon my hands and cloaths, That night he did espy. The judge he told the jury then, The circumstance is plain, Look on the prisoner at the bar, He hath this creature slain. About the murder at the first, The jury did divide, But when they brought their verdict, All of them guilty cryd. The jailor took and bound me strait, As soon as I was cast; And then within the prison strong, He there did lay me fast. With fetters strong then I was bound, And shin bolted was I, Yet I the murder would not own, But still did it deny. My father did on me prevail, My kindred all likewise, To own the murder which I did, To them with watery eyes. My father he then did me blame, Saying, my son, oh ! why, Have you thus brought yourself to shame, And all your family; Father, I own the crime I did, I guilty am indeed, Which cruel fact I now confess, Doth make my heart to bleed. The worst of deaths I do deserve, My crime it is so base, For I, no mercy shewd to her, Most wretched is my case. Lord grant me grace while I do stay, That I may now repent, Before I from this wicked world, Most shamefully am sent. Young men take warning by my fall, All filthy lust defy; By giving way to wickedness, Alas! this day I die. Lord wash my hateful Sins away, Which have been manifold, Have mercy on me I thee pray, And Christ receive my soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1756-1790 ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed and Sold at Sympsons Printing Office, in Stonecutter-street, Fleet Market. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Reading Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.802-803, 3.802-803; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31475/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31475</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b67030bba1f5eef6a5a8bf284545a027.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Subtitle OR THE WITTAM MILLER, With an Account of his Murdering his Sweetheart. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The BERKSHIRE Tragedy, hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f0c4c90a45344232a39a906fe4c0373a.jpg ba80511ced9e15e59ac57927a7c46818 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1175">Bleeding heart</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics What horrid execrable Crimes, Possess us in these latter Times; Not Pestilence, nor Sword, nor Fire, Will make us from our Sins retyre. Two sad Relations that befel Us in this Month, I shall you tell, As dismal dreadful Deeds they be, As ever you did hear or see. One was the Murther of a Wife, By wrathful Hand, and bloody Knife; T'other declares those that defil'd, The Virgin body of a Child. A Butcher, as we understand, Liv'd near the May-pole in the Strand; Nathaniel Smith, who lost his life, For the sad slaughter of his wife. After so many years their hands, Had been conjoyn'd in wedlock bands, Whereby came many Children small, One wretched hour confounds them all. This Butchers Wife did keep a Seat I'th Market-place to sell her Meat; And was by all report that's made, A careful house-wife in the Trade. One fatal Evening being come, From Market, to her latest home, She and her Husband both went then, To a Victualling-house and staid till ten. The second part, to the same tune. Then went together home, where when A little season they had been; He in a bold imperious way, Demands the Coin she took that day. She being with Child, and fretful too, What he commands she would not do; Which, with his drink begat a rage, Nothing but Murther could asswage. Words made his passion mount up higher She was the bellows, he the fire: Words are but wind, buy yet they do, Pierce through the Soul and Body too. The Devil had subdued him there, And whisper'd Murther in his ear; Which he impatient of delay, Doth perpetrate the readiest way. With a strong long sharp-poynted knife, Into the back he stabs his wife: Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone, With one dead-doing blow is gone. She faltred, fainted, fell down dead, Upon the ground her bloud was shed; The little Infant in the womb Received there both Life and Tomb. Then was he Apprehended, by Some Neighbours that did hear her cry But Murther, murther, and for this, He judgd and Executed is. Let this a warning be to those, Whose Passions are their greatest Foes: And let all Women have a care, To stir those that impatient are. Ten angry words with wrath and knife, Has kil'd a husband and a Wife; An Infant too, which makes up Three, And ruin'd a whole family. But mischiefs seldome come alone, My Muse hath yet another Groan; A sigh, a tear, and much of moan, To tell a Deed but lately done. There was one Mary, a grand Bawd, That liv'd by Lechery and Fraud; Assisted by her Daughter Bess, Did keep a house of wickedness. They liv'd at Westminster, where they, Many a Virgin did betray: Those wicked actions made them rue, This fact they did, which I'le tell you. It seems a fellow thither came, To pacifie his lustful flame; Having a fire of Drink before, Came to be quenched by a Whore. They being destitute, did meet, A Neighbours Daughter in the street; A pretty Child, and as 'tis told, By many, but of Ten years old. Yet she is tempted in by them, To serve their turn in that extream, And then deliver'd up to One, Was more a Devil than a Man. Unto this weak unwary Child, That was unfit to be defil'd; In order to their base Design, They give it Brandy, Ale, and Wine. Their hot Guest for a Wench doth call, They brought him One, but very small; It serv'd his turn, and he did fly, At his small Game, they standing by, The Child resisted and cryed out, The old Bawd choak'd her with a Clout Stop'd in the mouth; the Fellow spoil'd, With furious lust the fainting Child. The Fellow having Ravished, This tender Child, away he fled: But what he was, or who, is known Not as I hear, to any one. The two that held, and stopt her breath, Most justly now have suffer'd Death; Such pitty 'tis that he is free'd, By flight, that did the filthy Deed. Thus have I told you Two sad Crime, Committed in these worst of Times; Let all that hear me now, by this, Take warning not to do amiss. Return to God, reform your Lives, Men be not bitter to your wives: Wives love you Husbands, for bad words Have drawn a hundred thousand swords. Let Love and Patience both agree, To keep us all in Amity; Then all our bloody Broyls will cease, God save the King, and send us Peace. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1667 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad 2 stories: one of domestic violence ending in murder, the other of the rape of a child with two women as accessories. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed by E. Crowch, for F. Coles, / T. Vere, and J. Wright. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, rape Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Image / Audio Credit Glasgow University Library - Euing, Shelfmark: Euing Ballads 20; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31663/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31663</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f0c4c90a45344232a39a906fe4c0373a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="450"></iframe> Subtitle Exprest in a woful Narrative of one Nathaniel Smith a Butcher, who lived in Maypole-Alley near the Strand; his Wife having been all day in the Market selling of Meat, in the evening went with her Husband to an Alehouse, where they stay'd till ten of the clock. and then went home together, and being in their lodging, demanded of her the Money she had taken that day, but she (being great with child and peevish) refused to give it him, he taking his Butchers-knife in his hand stabb'd her in the back, whereof she instantly dyed, for which he was Apprehended, Condemned, and Executed at Tyburn, April the 24th. 1667. As also another Relation of a Ravisher, who in a Bawdy-house (assisted by two Women) ravished a Girle. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bloody Butcher, And the two wicked and cruel Bawds: Female hanging Male murder rape https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/aacf73bc515d9220a7f7bdd613ae7528.jpg 8a9aae772566777b42b495f09b3c595a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6bb6aff824b7d5478784bc5c78ecb05d.mp3 fed09bef195fb2e0a55b360c094b953c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my Foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALl you that come to see my fatal end, Unto my dying words I pray attend; Let my misfortunes now a warning be To e'ry one of high and low degree. Had I been kind and loving to my Wife, I might have liv'd a long and happy life; But having run a loose lascivious race, My days will end in shame and sad disgrace. My Duty towards God I did neglect, Therefore what mercy can I now expect; When I before the mighty Judge appear, To answer for my sins committed here. In wicked pleasures I my days have spent, And never had the Power to Repent, Till now at last my dismal doom I see, The just reward of Cruel Villany Here to the World I solemnly declare, I seldom did frequent the House of Prayer, But Harlots Houses and Carousing too, And now I see what it has brought me to. Upon a Sabbath day it happen'd so, To mrs. Bartletts House I chanc'd to go. One that did live by base Debauchery, And this has prov'd a fatal day to me. I entred in, and sat me down a while, Then came the Harlot with a pleasing smile, Invited me streight to an upper Room, Where we in sin the Sabbath did consume. The Glass with Sider then went freely round, Nay, Mum likewise in plenty did abound, And Cherry-brandy too, we drank beside, 'Till all my Senses they were stupyfied I finding this, I fain would gone my way, But Bartlett she intreated me to stay; And further to oblige me, said that I All night between her Nurse and she should lye. But I despis'd the profer which she made, Then calling to her Nurse and likewise said, Go fetch one gill of Cherry-brandy more, This done, then I'll hasten out of door? Then I did take in hand a bloody Knife, With which I soon bereaved her of life, For why, I cut her throat immediately, Thus Drunk I sent her to Eternity. This done, the Nurse I strove to kill, But Heaven would not let me have my will, I soon was seiz'd, and unto Justice brought, And this has now my sad destruction wrought. In Sodoms sins, you know her days she spent, Yet this can be no proper Argument, That I should thus her bloody Butcher be, Therefore I suffer for my Villany. My loving Wife, a Thousand times farewel, Thy sorrows here no Tongue or Pen can tell Yet God above I hope will still provide, For thee and all thy little ones beside. O let me be a warning to you all, That comes this day to see my dismal fall, Serve ye the Lord and shun all evil ways, And by that means you may prolong your days, Lord tho' my sins are of a scarlet dye, Yet let my Prayers come up to thee on High. My supplications unto thee I'll make Oh save my soul e'en for thy mercies [sake.] Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1691 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad James Selbee goes to see a prostitute, Mrs. Barlett, and in a drunken state, stabs her to death. He tries to murder her nurse but fails and is arrested and convicted. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Goodman's fields Tune Data <em>Fortune my Foe</em>, also known as, <em>Aim not too High</em> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.200; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20814/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20814</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew.<br /><br /> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/aacf73bc515d9220a7f7bdd613ae7528.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6bb6aff824b7d5478784bc5c78ecb05d.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The Sorrowfull Lamentation of James Selbee, who was Executed at Goodman's-fields, on the 2d of May, for the Murther which he Com-mitted on the Body of MRS. Bartlett. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bloody Murtherer: Audio recording Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/805fa3a0365d1e73bb4dce50daf66df5.jpg 27eadc16466e3fa836293df0a377a5af Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Ah! Cruel Bloody Fate! Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I. AH! Cruel Bloody Tom! What canst thou hope for more, Than to receive the Doom Of all they Crimes before? For all they bold Conspiracies Thy Head must pay the score; Thy Cheats and Lies, Thy Box and Dice, Will serve thy turn no more. II. Ungrateful thankless Wretch! How could'st thou hope in vain (Without the reach of Ketch) Thy Treasons to maintain? For Murders long since done and past, Thou Pardons hast had store, And yet would'st still Stab on, and kill, As if thou hop'dst for more. III. Yet Tom, e'r he would starve, More Blood resolv'd to've spilt; Thy flight did only serve To justifie thy Guilt: While They whose harmless Innocence Submit to Chains at home, Are each day freed, While Traytors bleed, And suffer in their room. IV. When Whigs a PLOT did Vote, What Peer Justice fled? In the FANATICK PLOT Tom durst not shew his head. Now Sacred Justice rules above, The Guiltless are set free, And the Napper's napt, And Clapper clapt In his CONSPIRACY. V. Like Cain, thou hast a Mark Or Murder on thy Brow; Remote, and in the dark, Black Guilt did still pursue: Nor England, Holland, France or Spain, The Traytor can defend; He will be found In Fetters bound, To pay for't in the end. VI. Tom might about the Town Have bully'd, huff'd and roar'd, By every Venus known, Been for a Mars ador'd: By friendly Pimping and false Dice Thou might'st have longer liv'd, Hector'd and shamm'd, And swore and gam'd, Hadst thou no Plots contriv'd. VII. Tom once was Cock-a-hoop Of all the Huffs in Town; But now his Pride must stoop, His Courage is pull'd down: So long his Spurs are grown, poor Tom Can neither fly nor fight; Ah Cruel Fate! That at this rate The Squire shou'd foil the Knight! VIII. But now no remedy, It being his just Reward; In his own Trap, you see, The Tygre is ensnar'd; So may all Traytors fare, till all Who for their Guilt did fly, With Bully Tom By timely Doom Like him, unpity'd die. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Sir Thomas Armstrong was implicated in the the Rye House Plot (1683), an alleged Whig conspiracy to assassinate or mount an insurrection against Charles II of England because of his pro-Roman Catholic policies. The plot drew its name from Rye House at Hoddeston, Hertfordshire, near which ran a narrow road where Charles was supposed to be killed as he traveled from a horse meet at Newmarket. After fleeing to Amsterdam Armstrong was kidnapped by the King's agents and brought back to London in chains. After being hung and quartered his head was stuck on a pike at the gates of St. James Palace. It was later judged by Parliament that Sir Thomas had been unjustly executed and his principal accuser was expelled from Parliament. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong>The EXECUTION of SIR THOMAS ARMSTRONG A TRAYTOR AT TYBURN On FRIDAY, the Twentieth of June 1684</strong><br /><br />From <em><a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/49128/49128-0.txt" target="_blank">Curiosities of Street Literature</a>,</em> by Charles Hindley, p.168 <br /><br />The Sheriffs of London and Middlesex, about nine o'clock in the morning, coming to Newgate and demanding their prisoner, he was forthwith delivered to them, and put into a sledge and drawn to the place of execution, attended by a numerous guard, and as great a number of spectators, of all degrees and qualities, as have been seen on such occasions. Tho' he affected an air of courage, yet something of sullenness and reserve appeared in his countenance.<br /><br />He employed the time he was drawing to Tyburn in reading The Whole Duty of Man, till he came within sight of the gallows, and then he laid it by, and with lifted up hands and eyes, addressed himself to Heaven, till he came beneath the tree, where he remained about a quarter of a hour in the sledge; before he ascended the cart that stood ready for him, he desired the Sheriff to admit Dr Tennison to come to him; and having delivered a paper to the Sheriff, the Doctor kneeled down with the prisoner, and prayed with him about a quarter of an hour, during all which time the prisoner preserved a becoming and heroick countenance, little daunted with the terror of that fate he was in view of; but rising from his devotions, be pulled off his cravat and hat, which he gave to his servant who attended him, and had followed him by the sledge-side, when kneeling down himself, he prayed for a short time with fervency and devotion, begging pardon of his God for those manifold and crying sins he had too often been guilty of, and concluded with a resignation of himself to the God of heaven and earth, before whose judgement seat he was forthwith to appear, desiring that the whole world would forgive him, with, with whom he hoped to die in peace and charity. Having thus ended these devotions, he again stood up, and putting of his periwig, he had a white cap delivered to him, which he put on; and being soon tyed up, the chief of his discourse was addressed to a gentleman who stood by him; and after a short space, holding up his hands, he again renewed his prayers; his visage little changing all the time, till the very moment the cart drew away; the Executioner having pulled the cap over his eyes, he continued his prayers all the time, and even whilst he hung he hung, as long as life was in him, and he had the command of his lips; after he had hung about half an hour, and the executioner had divested him of his apparel, he was cut down according to his sentence, his privy members burnt, his head cut off, and shew'd to the people as that of a traitor, his heart and bowels taken out and committed to the flames, and his body quartered into four parts, which with his head, was conveyed back to Newgate, to be disposed of according to His Majesty's pleasure.<br /><br /><br /><strong><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Armstrong_(English_politician)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> </strong>Sir Thomas Armstrong (c. 1633 - 20 June 1684) was an army officer and MP executed for Treason. During the Interregnum he was a supporter of Charles II, participating in the plot to seize Chester Castle in 1655, and carrying funds from Aubrey de Vere, 20th Earl of Oxford to Charles in exile. He was possibly imprisoned for a year on his return. In 1657 he married Catherine niece of Edward Hyde, 1st Earl of Clarendon. <br /><br />Following the Restoration, he received, in February 1661, a commission with the Horse Guards. In August 1675 Armstrong killed the son of one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting at a London theatre. Armstrong was pardoned on the grounds that his opponent had drawn first. <br /><br />Armstrong served with James Scott, 1st Duke of Monmouth in France from 1672, fighting at the Siege of Maastricht (1673) and alongside the Dutch, in 1678. He was wounded at St Denis. In 1679 helped suppress the covenanter rising and fought at the battle at Bothwell Bridge. <br /><br />Monmouth's influence secured him as MP for Stafford in March 1679 to the first Exclusion Parliament. Following the Rye House Plot in 1683 he was indicted for high treason. He fled to Cleves and then Rotterdam but was captured and sentenced to death by Judge Jeffreys. Armstrong was executed on 20 June 1684. His head was affixed to Westminster Hall, three of his quarters were displayed in London, and the fourth at Stafford. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Sold at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden, 1684. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, drawing and quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data Reference: Simpson 1966, pp. 4-6 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/805fa3a0365d1e73bb4dce50daf66df5.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library, Bridgewater, HEH 134741; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32146/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 32146</a> Subtitle OR, The Poor Whores Lamentation for the Apprehending OF Sir THOMAS ARMSTRONG. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Bully WHIG: drawing and quartering hanging high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fc1e8b7eb19a994e765a37340ae9e254.tif da9762add9093ecb433f22b95ea42e37 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c1c5432fd05da568d6371fa2c19caf1a.mp3 5cbfc9d8d9c89baffdb02067ec85fd87 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. In summer time Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Lament, lament, good Christians all, who now draw near unto this place, To see a wretched Sinners fall, who here doth die in great disgrace: Although the Laws are ne'r so strict, some daily do the same transgress, And warnings all they do neglect; they'r rooted so in wickedness. As by this sad example here, it is confirm's to every one, Now that the Devil lays his baits, to bring us to destruction: For every one he hath a snare, to please, and satisfie their mind, And for their ruine doth prepare, according as they are inclin'd. This woman being Covetous, for to grow rich it was her aim, She did not value by what means, which did procure her lasting shame: Some of them did a practice make, our Soveraigns Coyn for to deface, Not thinking at the last to come, To end their lives in foul disgrace. But though they for a time did Raign, and prosper in their wickedness, They now are brought to open shame, their heinious crimes for to confess: This wretched woman being one, who having not the Fear of God, Now for her Crime is hither come, to feel his dreadful heavy Rod. Her Clipping and her Fileing Trade in private she long time did use, Hoping she should not be betraid, the King and Country did abuse: A little Girl she us'd to send unto the Shops her Coyn to change, And so convei'd it to her friend, who put it off in manner strange. At length the same suspected was, by one that liv'd neer Temple-Barr, who watcht the Girl when home she went she being not of him aware: With Officers the House they searcht, and there one woman they did find, With Clippings in a Handbaskit, which did appear of the same kind. In breaking ope another door, they likewise plainly did perceive, Clippings and Fileings on the floor which carelesly they chanc't to leave; A File, and Shears, likewise there was, and Melting-pot, which they did use, And all things for their purpose fit, the blinded world for to abuse. For which to Prison they were sent, until their Tryal for to lye, And time they had for to repent, to make their peace before they dye: Two of them Sentence did receive, upon a Hurdle drawn to be, And Burnt to Ashes in the Flames, where people all the same might see. This wretched woman being one which here is brought unto your view, To pay for her transgression, because she proved so untrue: A Spectacle of misery, she doth appear in this same place, Being bound the Law to satisfie, and end her life in great disgrace. All you good Christians who are here, and see her sad and woful fall, Pray that with patience she may beat, and unto Christ for mercy call: Who knows but that the Lord on high, In mercy may her her soul receive, And free her from all misery, if firmly she in him believe. Let her Example warn you all, to have the Lord still in your mind; Least to such crimes you hap to fall, and unto Sin you be inclin'd: Beware of filthy averice, and strive your lives for to amend, Do not presume to follow vice, least you come to untimely end. A dreadful thing it is you see, her body in the flames to burn, But worse when soul, and body both, into eternal Flames shall turn. Therefore once more I say beware, and strive Gods mercy to imbrace, And let it be your onely care; to find a Heavenly resting place. 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. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. clipping gold coins Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Smithfield Tune Data Recording is another song in that tune Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/fc1e8b7eb19a994e765a37340ae9e254.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="405"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c1c5432fd05da568d6371fa2c19caf1a.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Image: Bodleian Library, Wing / C4716. Recorded in <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:image:108078" target="_blank">EEBO</a> (institutional login required). Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan.<br /><br /> Subtitle or, Treason justly rewarded manifested in the fearful example of two Women who were Notorious offenders, and tryed at the Old-Bayly the 13th of this present April, 1678. for clipping and defacing his Majesties Coyn, where they were found Guilty of High Treason, and received Sentence to be Drawn on a Hurdle to the place of Execution, and there their Bodies to be Burnt. One of them being accordingly Executed in Smithfield upon the 17th of the said Moneth; as a warning for all others to avoid the like Dreadful Punishment. To the tune of, In summer time. 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 'Coin-clipping' was a kind of forgery: the practice of taking small chunks of gold coins in order to melt them down and make new coins. It was considered treasonous, and so these women were burned for it. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Clippers execution, Audio recording burning clipping gold coins Female Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1734 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Signed: Boston, Octob. 17. 1734. Matthew Cushing. Followed by verse in sixteen stanzas entitled A few lines upon the awful execution of John Ormesby [i.e., Ormsby] & Matth. Cushing, October 17th. 1734. One for murder, the other for burglary. Samuel Kneeland and Timothy Green were at this address in Boston in 1734. First two columns, on left half of sheet, contain Cushing's declaration. Third and fourth columns, on right half of sheet, contain the poem with woodcut of a hanging (Reilly 1175) at right of title. Imprint appears below third and fourth columns. Declaration and poem recorded independently by Bristol and Ford; possibly intended to be separated. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. [Boston] Printed and sold [by Samuel Kneeland and Timothy Green] at the printing house in Queen-Street, over against the prison., 1734] Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. burglary Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Boston Neck Subtitle a young man aged about twenty two years, who was try'd for burglary at the Superiour Court held at Boston in August last, and had sentence of death pass'd upon him for the same; which he deliver'd to us on Tuesday Sept. 24 and confirm'd the same before credible witnesses the day of his execution, to be published for the benefit of mankind. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet location: AAS Record Number: 0F2F81D79AFEFAF0, Record Number: w015181 <br />Recorded in <em>Early American Imprints</em>, Series 1, no. 40042 (filmed), and <em>Early American Imprints</em>, Series 1, no. 40044 (filmed). Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The declaration & confession of Matthew Cushing burglary hanging Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b8bc4672b4e6b340c994af64c24cff6e.jpg 00216279d9c109d6b4dce4dd7a21f785 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Where is my love Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The Downfall of William Grismond, Or, A Lamentable Murder by him committed at Lainterdine in the County of Hereford the 22 of March. 1650. with his woful Lamentation. The tune is, VVhere is my Love. [Figure: ] O Come you wilfull youngmen, and hear what I shall tell, My name is William Grismond, at Lainterdine did dwell, O there I did a murder, as it is [...]non full well. And fo[...] mine offence I must dye. There was a Neighbours dauhhter, that l[...]ved there hard by, Whom I had promis'd Marriage, and with her I did ly. I [illeg.] did dissemble with her, my lust to satisfie. And for, &c. I had my pleasure with her, I had my lewd desire, The using of her body, was that I did require. I was ore come and snared, by him that is a Lyar. And for, &c. She claimed of me Marriage, and said she was with child, Saying marry me sw_et William, now you have me defil'd' If you do now forsake me, O utterly I'm spoyl'd And for, &c. When she had us'd these sp_eches, my anger did arise. And then to work her overthrow I quickly did devise. What though her words was honest yet I did them despise, And for, &c. O mark how it did happen, this huswife being poor. And I who was my Fathers heir, her words did urg me sore. For I could have another, with gold and silver store. And for, &c. My Father and my mother, I knew would not consent, If I had marryed with her, I knew I should be [illeg.] shent . Then unto wicked murder, my heart was fully bent. And for, &c. In flattering sort I brought her, into a field of broom, And when we both together, into the field was come. I had my pleasure with her, and then I was her doom. And for, &c. Then in the broom I kil'd her, with my accursed knife, There hatefully I kil'd her, who lov'd me as her life. I cut her throt I kil'd her. who should have b_en my wife. And for, &c. Thr_e dayes she lay there murdred before that she was found, But when the neighbours serching within that broomy ground. Did find her there uncovered. and with a bloody wound. And for mine offence I must dye. [Figure: ] [Figure: ] THe Neighbours having found her where I did doe this d_ed, There in the broom they found her where I her blood did shed: But when I did perceive that I ran away with sp_ed, And for mine offence I must dye. No sooner had they found her, but I away did goe. I thought to go to Ireland, the very truth is so. But God he would not suffer me. to run my Country throw, And for, &c. Yet I was got on Ship-board, as you may understand, But when the ship was troubled, I must go back to Land, I could not passe away so, with guilty heart and hand, And for, &c. There is some wicked person the ship-men then did say, Within this ship w_e know it, that cannot passe away. W_e must return to land her, and make no more delay, And for, &c. Then n_er unto Westchester, I taken was at last, And then in Chester Prison I suddenly was cast, From thence brought unto Hereford to answer what was past, And for, &c. But when my loving Father, his Gold he did not spare, To save me from the Gallows, he had of me great care, But it wodld not be granted, the Gallows was my share, And for, &c. My fault it was so hainous, it would not granted be, I must for an example, hang on the Gallow tr_e, God grant that I a warning to all young-men may be, And for, &c. O my dear loving Father, he was to me most kind, He brought me up most costly, so was his tender mind, But I indeed to lewdnesse was too too much inclin'd, And for, &c. He brought me up in Learning, his love to me was still, He thought it all too little, he did bestow on VVill, But when he lookt for comfort, his heart I then did kill, And for, &c. I might have had a marriage, my Father to contentŒ‡ And that my loving Mother, would give her hearts consent. But I had took such courses. doth make us all repent, And for, &c. Now young-men take warning, you see my fall is great, O call to God for mercy, Gods grace doe you intreat, I might have lived bravely, and had a gallant seat, And for, &c. O Lord I now crave pardon, with a relenting heart, I know my sins are hainous, I'm very sorry for't: Alas I have deserved, a very hard report, And for mine offence I must dye. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1663-1665 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad William Grismond's pregnant girlfriend asks him to marry her; he kills her instead. When her body is found three days later, he flees on a ship to Ireland. The ship must return to shore and he is arrested, taken to Westchester, Chester Prison and then to Hereford to be hanged. His father spends a lot of money to free him but to no avail. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, W. Gilbertson, and J. Wright. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Hereford Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b8bc4672b4e6b340c994af64c24cff6e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit University of Glasgow Library, Euing Ballads 61; British Library; Bodleian; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31739/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31739<br /></a>Recorded in <em>Universal Songster 3</em>, p. 296; <em>The Crotchet</em> (1847), pp. 107-108. Subtitle or, A lamentable murder by him committed at Lainterdine in the county of Hereford, the 22 of March, 1650, with his woful [sic] lamentation. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The downfall of William Grismond hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/01553680aba91e17201f8494e5a4ee13.jpg aaa3b243d058852e1528903c00570f24 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The end and Confession of John Felton who suffred in Paules Churcheyeard in London, the .viii. of August, for high Treason. 1570. EChe man desiers to haue reporte, of newes both strange and rare: And couits for to know those thinges, whereby they may be ware. For to avoyde those doynges greate, that might on them befall: For by example are they taught to do, and what they shall Receiue for their malicious mindes, and wicked Treasons greate: As now of late it hath been seen through Iustice iudgements seate. That holdes the sworde to do the right, and strike where blowes should fall: And punish for their wicked liues, eche one whom she doth call. The poore, the ritche, the learnd, ye wise the begger and the snudge: The Kynge somtime too hath it felt, aswell as hath the drudge. Wherefore be lawes decreed and made but for to punish those, That will not by theyr Prince be rewld but seemes to be theyr foes. As now is seene by Felton lo, that lately here did die, In Paules Churchyarde he left his life, on Galows taule and hie. Who from the prison where he lay, was drawne on Hardell there: For good example of all such, that they might take the feare. For to beware of suche like facte, as well in worde as deede: Least they for theyr like hier at last no better like to speede. * Now marke his ende and what I shall reporte here of his death: For why these eares of mine did here, and iyes while that his breath Remained in his wicked corps, which stubbornly did die: As one me thought somthing best raught through Treasons crueltie. His Gowne of Grograin he put of, which on his backe he had: And eke his Doublet which was made of Sattin somwhat sad. Into his Shirte he then was stript, and vp the Ladder he Did mount, for to receaue that death, that eche man there might se. These wordes he spake, and said alowde my Maisters all and some: One thinge I haue to say to you, now that I here am come. That is, I pray you all with me beare recorde what I say: I here protest before you all , this present dieyng day, That I was neuer Traytour sure, nor Treason to my Queene Did neuer do, nor neuer thought, that euer hath been seene. And for the facte wherefore I die, I can it not denie: But at the Gate where as the Bull was hanged, there was I, In company, on more with me, did hange it vp together: And though in place, I had not bin, it had not scaped euer. From hanging vp, for suredly, for that same present day: It had bin hanged, in that place, though I had been away. Then sayde the Shreue, vnto him, Oh Felton do remember: That thou hast bin, a Traytour great and to the Queene offender. And surely thou moste Trayterously, and stubbornly hast thou sought, The best thou couldst to go aboute, thy Prince to bringe to nought. And eke the Realme and all the rest, as mutche as in thee lay, Thou soughst by thy Traiterous harte, to bringe vnto decay. Therfore call vnto God the Lord, and pray him from thy hart: That he receaue thy soule to rest, when thou from hence shalt part. Well so I do, and here I craue, you all good people pray For me, that ready is to dye, and then began to say, Into thy hands, Oh Lord my God, I yeeld my Soule and Breath: For thou hast me redeemd, I say, with thy most precious death. In manus tuas Domine, and so the rest he sayde, The Hangman then did throwe him of, and so his breath was staide. He hanged theare vpon the Tree, and in a litle space: They cut him downe incontinent, that Iustice might take place. Wher as he quartred shoulde be, according to the Lawe: And to the Iudgement that he had, to make those stande in awe. That be of his affinitie: and surely there be some, That thinkes that he deserude not death in all that he hath don. He then dismembred was straight way, when he had ended that: His Belly ripped open wide, his Bowels all he gat. And to the fire he straight them threwe, which ready there was made: And there consumed all to dust, as is the fiers trade. His Head cut of, the Hangman then, did take it vp in hand: And vp alofte he did it showe, to all that there did stand. And then his body in Fowre partes, was quartred in that place: More pitty that his Traytorous Hart, could take no better grace. And thus he had his iust desarte, as well he had deserued: I would the rest that not repents, were likewise also serued. Beware you Papists all beware, be true vnto your Queene: Let not your Traiterous hartes be bent as here tofore hath been. Stand not against the liuing God, spurne not against his Law: Kicke not against the Pricke I say, but haue him still in awe. Be not ashamde to torne in time, set shamefastnesse aside: No shame it is to turne to God, though you haue gon far wide, The farther you haue gon astray, and wicked wayes hath led, The ernester you should returne, from that most wicked Bed, Wherin you lay a sleape long while, forgetting of his grace: Now call the refore vnto the Lord, to set you in that place, Where you may haue eternall rest, and liue in heauen hie: And rest in Abrahams bosome too, when that you needes must dye. And for that grace that God may geue, as I haue sayde before: I humbly pray continually, both now and euermore. Our Prince, our Queene Elizabeth, a happy state to haue: Let vs all pray with one accord, her noble grace to saue. And hir to keepe from all hir foes, and sheild eternally: From wicked wights that go about, to s_eke continually: Hir whole decay: the Lord defend, hir noble royall hart: From yeelding to those Foes of hirs, that daily plaies their parte. For to be reeue her of her right, and of hir stately Crowne: All those (I say) that so doth seke, God shortly throw them downe. Thus here I end, and once againe, the liuing God I pray: Our noble Qu_ene Elizabeth, preserue both night and day. ({quod}) F. G. FINIS. Œ_ Imprinted at London, in Fleetstreete, by VVilliam Hovv: for William Pickering: and are to be solde at his shop at S. Magnus corner. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1570 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Felton_(martyr)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Blessed John Felton (died 8 August 1570) was an English Catholic martyr, who was executed during the reign of Elizabeth I. <br /><br />Almost all of what is known about Felton's background comes from the narrative of his daughter, Frances Salisbury. The manuscript that holds her story has a blank where his age should be, but it does say that he was a wealthy man of Norfolk ancestry, who lived at Bermondsey Abbey near Southwark. He "was a man of stature little and of complexion black". His wife had been a playmate of Elizabeth I, a maid-of-honour to Queen Mary and the widow of one of Mary's auditors (a legal official of the papal court). He was the father of Blessed Thomas Felton. Felton was arrested for fixing a copy of Pope Pius V's Bull Regnans in Excelsis ("reigning on high"), excommunicating Queen Elizabeth, to the gates of the Bishop of London's palace near St. Paul's. This was a significant act of treason as the document, which released Elizabeth's subjects from their allegiance, needed to be promulgated in England before it could take legal effect. The deed brought about the end of the previous policy of tolerance towards those Catholics who were content occasionally to attend their parish church while keeping their true beliefs to themselves.<br /><br />The reaction seemed soon to be justified: it was the publication in England of Pius's exhortation that gave the impetus to the Ridolfi plot, in which the Duke of Norfolk was to kidnap or murder Queen Elizabeth, install Mary, Queen of Scots, on the throne and then become de facto king by marrying her. The law records say that the act was committed around eleven at night on 24 May 1570, but Salisbury claims it happened between two and three in the morning of the following day, the Feast of Corpus Christi. Felton had received the bulls in Calais and given one to a friend, William Mellowes of Lincoln's Inn. This copy was discovered on 25 May and after being racked, Mellowes implicated Felton, who was arrested on 26 May. Felton immediately confessed and glorified in his deed, "treasonably declar[ing] that the queen... ought not to be the queen of England", but he was still racked as the authorities were seeking, through his testimony, to implicate Guerau de Spes, the Ambassador of Spain, in the action. He was condemned on 4 August and executed by hanging four days later in St. Paul's Churchyard, London. He was cut down alive for quartering, and his daughter says that he uttered the holy name of Jesus once or twice when the hangman had his heart in his hand. He was beatified in 1886 by Pope Leo XIII. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, in Fleetstreete, by VVilliam Hovv: for William Pickering: and are to be solde at his shop at S. Magnus corner. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging, quartering Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. St Paul's Churchyard, London Composer of Ballad F.G. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/01553680aba91e17201f8494e5a4ee13.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Huntington Library - Britwell, no. 43/ HEH18304; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/32268/image" target="_blank">EBBA 32268</a> Subtitle who suffred in Paules Churcheyeard in London, the . viii. of August, for high Treason. I570. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The end and Confession of Iohn Felton hanging high treason Male quartering https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/df96af1f2acaf93ea16fe5e5f028f6e8.jpg e0c7b0ab4cc1560c3d0353ac1dc6a903 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b886ccd0c3437a62f3ab081211b8613b.gif 334f44b521c71ebff2c447d678659ed3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics You tender mothers pray give attention To these few lines I will now relate; From a dreary cell, now to you I'll mention A wicked murderer now has met his fate. This villain's name it is Frederick Baker His trial is over and his time has come, On the gallows high he has met his maker To answer for that cruel deed he'd done. cho: Prepare for death, wicked Frederick Baker, For on the scaffold you will shortly die, Your victim waits for you to meet your maker; She dwells with angels and her God on high On that Saturday little Fanny Adams Near the hop-garden with her sister played, With hearts so light, they were filled with gladness, When that monster, Baker, towards them strayed; In that heart of stone not a spark of pity As he those halfpence to the children gave, But now in gaol in Winchester city He soon will die and fill a murderer's grave. He told those children to go and leave him With little Fanny at the garden gate. He said, "Come with me," and she, believing In his arms he lifted her as now I state. "O do not take me, my mother wants me, I must go home again please sir," she cried, But on this earth she never saw them, For in that hop-garden there, the poor girl died. When the deed was done and that little darling Her soul to God her Maker it had flown, She could not return to her mother's bidding He mutilated her, it is well known. Her heart-broken parents in anguish weeping For vengeance on her murderer cried, Her mother wrings her hands in sorrow O would for you, Dear Fanny, I had died. The jury soon found this monster guilty, The judge on him this awful sentence passed: Saying, "Prepare yourself, for the cruel murder You have committed, your die is cast. And from your cell you will mount the scaffold, And many thousands will you behold, You will die the death of a cruel murderer, And may the Lord have mercy on your soul! What visions now must haunt his pillow As in hls cell he does lie the while? She calls to him, "O you wicked murderer 'Tis I your victim calls, that litile child! The hangman comes; hark the bell is tolling Your time has come, you cannot be saved, He mounts the scaffold and the drop is falling And Frederick Baker fills a murderer's grave. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1867 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong>The true story of Sweet Fanny Adams</strong> <br />From <em><a href="http://murderpedia.org/male.B/b/baker-frederick.htm" target="_blank">Murderpedia.org</a></em><br /><br />Few people who use the expression 'Sweet Fanny Adams' know of its origin. However there was a time when it would have been recognised instantly. <br /><br />When the name Fanny Adams made sensational headlines, creating a wave of horror, revulsion and pity. Little Fanny Adams was brutally murdered on Saturday 24 August 1867. Nothing much ever happened to disturb the rural Hampshire community of Alton: certainly none of the inhabitants could recall a local murder during their lifetime. So Fanny's mother, Harriet Adams, probably thought it quite safe for three small children to wander off alone towards Flood Meadow, just 400 yards from their home in Tan House Lane. <br /><br />Fanny and her friend, Minnie Warner, both eight years old, set off up the lane with Fanny's seven-year-old sister Lizzie and they were approached by a man dressed in black frock coat, light waistcoat and trousers. Despite his respectable appearance he had obviously been drinking, and the proposition he put to the children remains chillingly familiar to today's police officers. <br /><br />He offered Minnie three halfpence to go off and spend with Lizzie, while Fanny could have a halfpenny if she alone would accompany him up The Hollow, an old road leading to the nearby village of Shalden. Fanny took her halfpenny but refused to go with him, whereupon he picked her up and carried her into a nearby hopfield, out of sight of the other children. It was then almost 1.30pm. <br /><br />At about five o'clock, having played together since Fanny's abduction, Minnie Warner and Lizzie Adams made their way home. Seeing them return, a neighbour, Mrs Gardiner, asked where Fanny was, then rushed to tell Mrs Adams when the children had explained what had happened. The anxious women hurried up the lane, where they met the same man coming from the direction of The Hollow. <br /><br />Mrs Gardiner accosted him: "What have you done with the child?" "Nothing", he replied equably, maintaining this composure as he answered Mrs Gardiner's other questions. "Yes, he had given them money, but only to buy sweets which I often do to children", and Fanny, unharmed, had left him to rejoin the others. His air of respectability impressed the women and when he told them that he was a clerk of a local solicitor William Clement, they allowed him to leave. <br /><br />However, at seven o'clock, with the child still missing, worried neighbours formed a search party. They found poor Fanny's dreadfully mutilated remains in the hopfield. It was a sickening scene of carnage. The child's severed head lay on two poles, deeply slashed from mouth to ear and across the left temple. Her right ear had been cut off. Most horribly, both eyes were missing. Nearby lay a leg and a thigh. <br /><br />A wider search revealed her dismembered torso: the entire contents of chest and pelvis had been torn out and scattered, with some internal organs even further slashed or mutilated. So savage was the butchery that other parts of her body were recovered only after extensive searches over several days. Her eyes were found in the River Wey. <br /><br />On hearing of her daughters death, the distraught Mrs Adams ran to tell her husband (who was playing cricket on the Butts, South of the Town) then collapsed from grief and exhaustion. George Adams reacted to the news by returning home for his shotgun, and setting out for the hopfields in search of the murderer. Fortunately for both, neighbours disarmed him. <br /><br />Later that evening, Supt William Cheyney arrested the obvious suspect at his workplace, the solicitor's office in Alton High Street. "I know nothing about it," said 29-year-old Frederick Baker in the first of many protestations of innocence, before Cheyney escorted him through an angry crowd to Alton Police Station. <br /><br />The wristbands of Baker's shirt and his trousers were spotted with blood. His boots, socks and trouser bottoms were wet. "That won't hang me, will it?" he said nonchalantly, explaining that it was his habit to step into the water when out walking. But he could not explain how his clothing came to be bloodstained. More evidence - two small knives, one of them stained with blood - came to light when he was searched. <br /><br />The suspect was locked away while Supt Cheyney checked on his movements that afternoon. Witnesses confirmed that he had left the solicitors office shortly after 1pm, returning at 3.25pm, he again went out until 5.30pm. Mrs Gardiner and Mrs Adams had seen him coming from the direction of the hopfield some time after 5pm: if, as seems likely, he had murdered Fanny Adams during his first absence, had he returned to commit further depredations on his victim's body? <br /><br />Baker's fellow Clerk, Maurice Biddle, spoke of seeing him in the office at about six that evening, when he had described his meeting with Mrs Adams and Mrs Gardiner. Baker had seemed disturbed, "it will be very awkward for me if the child is murdered", he told Biddle. <br /><br />Later they went over to the Swan for a drink where the morose Baker said he might leave town on the following Monday. To his colleague's observation that perhaps he would have difficulty in finding a new job, Baker made the significant reply, "I could go as a butcher". <br /><br />On the following Monday, whilst searching Baker's office desk, Cheyney found his diary. It contained a damning entry which the suspect admitted writing shortly before his arrest. "24th August, Saturday - killed a young girl. It was fine and hot". At his trial Baker maintained that this entry, written when he was drunk, simply meant that he was aware a girl had been murdered. <br /><br />Meanwhile, a local painter William Walker had found a large stone in the hopfield, with blood, long hair and a small piece of flesh adhering to it. <br /><br />This, pronounced Dr Louis Leslie, the Alton divisional police surgeon, was probably the murder weapon; his post-mortem finding was that death had been caused by a crushing blow to Fanny's head. <br /><br />Tuesday evening saw the inquest before Deputy County Coroner Robert Harfield at the Duke's Head Inn. After viewing the gruesome remains, hearing the evidence and the handcuffed prisoners reply when the coroner asked if he wished to say anything ("No Sir - only that I am innocent"), the jury returned a verdict "wilful murder against Frederick Baker for killing and slaying Fanny Adams". He was remanded to Winchester Prison to await the formal committal hearing. <br /><br />This was held at Alton Town Hall on Thursday 29 August before local magistrates. Still protesting his innocence, the prisoner was committed for trial at the next County Assizes. A large crowd awaited his removal from the Town Hall and the Police were only able to protect him from the violence of the mob with great difficulty. Baker's trial opened at Winchester Assizes on 5 December. <br /><br />Little Minnie Warner was carried into court to testify; the defence strongly challenged her identification of Baker and also claimed (perhaps correctly) that it was impossible for his small knives to have dismembered the unfortunate Fanny so thoroughly. But the defence case centred on Baker's mental state, a sad tale of hereditary insanity. <br /><br />His father had "shown an inclination to assault even to kill, his children"; a cousin had been in asylums four times; brain fever had caused his sister's death; and he had attempted suicide after an abortive love affair. <br /><br />Apparently unimpressed, the jury rejected Mr Justice Mellor's judicial advice that they might consider the prisoner irresponsible for his actions through insanity, possibly the inevitable verdict today. <br /><br />After retiring for only 15 minutes the jury returned a guilty verdict, and Frederick Baker was hanged before a crowd of 5000, a large proportion of whom consisted of women, in front of Winchester's County Prison at 8am on Christmas Eve, 1867. <br /><br />Following the execution it became known that Baker had written to the parents of the murdered child to express deep sorrow over the crime that he had committed "in an unguarded hour and not with malice aforethought". He earnestly sought their forgiveness adding that he was "enraged at her crying, but it was done without any pain or struggle". The prisoner denied most emphatically that he had violated the child, or had attempted to do so. <br /><br />Poor Fanny's headstone which was erected by Public subscription and renovated a few years ago, is pictured here with her younger sister and Minnie Warner, and still stands in the town cemetery on the Old Odiham Road. It might have been our only reminder of the tragic affair had it not been for the macabre humour of British Sailors. <br /><br />Served with tins of mutton as the latest shipboard convenience food in 1869, they gloomily declared that their butchered contents must surely be 'Sweet Fanny Adams'. Gradually accepted throughout the armed services as a euphemism for 'sweet nothing' it passed into common usage. <br /><br />As an aside, the large tins in which the meat was packed for the royal navy, were often used as mess tins and it appears that even today mess tins are colloquially known as 'fannys'. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Alton, Hampshire URL <a href="http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=6236" target="_blank">Mudcat Cafe Music Foundation</a> trascription Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Frederick Baker murders the 8-year-old Fanny Adams and chops her corpse into many pieces. 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Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1172">The Ladies Fall</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics THere was a Lord of worthy fame and a Hunting he would ride, Attended by a noble Train, of Gentry by his side, And whilst he did in chase remain, to see both sport and play, His Lady went as she did feign, unto the Church to pray. This Lord he had a Daughter fair whose beauty shin'd so bright: She was belov'd both far and near of many a Lord and Knight. Fair Isabella was she call'd, A Creature fair was she, She was her fathers only joy, as you shall after see. But yet her Cruel step-Mother, did envy her so much, That day by day she sought her life her Malice it was such. She bargain'd with the Master-Cook to take her life away, And taking of her Daughters Book she thus to her did say. Go home sweet daughter, I thee pray go hasten presently. And tell unto the Master-Cook these words that I tell thee. And bid him dress to dinner straight, that fair and milk white Doe, That in the Park doth shine so bright, there's none so fair to show. THis Lady fearing of no harm, obey'd her Mothers will, And presently she hasted home her mind for to fulfill. She straight into the Kitchin went, her message for to tell: And there the Master-Cook she spy'd who did with malice swell. You Master-Cook it must be so, do that which I thee tell You needs must dress the milk-white doe, which you do know full well. Then straight his cruel bloody hands, he on the Lady laid, Who quivering and shaking stands, whilst thus to her he said. Thou art the Doe that I must dress, see here behold my Knife, For it is pointed presently, to rid thee of thy life. O then cry'd out the Scullen boy as loud as loud might be, O save her life good Master-Cook, and make your Pies of me. For pitty sake do not destroy, my Lady with your Knife, You know she is her fathers joy, for Christs sake save her life. I will not save her life he said, nor make my Pies of thee, But if thou do this deed bewray thy Butcher I will be, But when this Lord he did come home for to sit down and eat, He called for his Daughter Dear, to come and carve his meat. Now sit you down this Lady said O sit you down to meat, Into some Nunnery she is gone, your Daughter dear forget. Then solemnly he made a vow before the company, That he would neither eat nor drink, until he did her see. O then bespake the Scullen boy, with a loud voice so high, If that you will your Daughter see, my Lord cut up that Pye. Wherein her flesh is minced small; and parched with the fire: All caused by her Step-Mother, who did her death desire. And cursed be the Master-Cook, O cursed may he be, I proffered him my own hearts blood, from death to set her free. Then all in black this Lord did mourn, and for his Daughters sake He judged for her Step-mother, to be burnt at a Stake, Likewise he judg'd the Master-Cook in boyling Lead to stand, and made the simple Scullen Boy, the Heir to all his Land. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1672-1696? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A fictional ballad, included here to demonstrate how similar they were - in lyric, melody, and appearance - to ballads about genuine events. A wicked stepmother conspires with the cook to kill her stepdaughter. He kills her and bakes her into a pie, but the scullery boy is an eye-witness and warns the duke before he eats his daughter. The murderers are executed and the scullery boy becomes heir to the dukedom. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Fictional tale Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning at stake (for stepmother), boiling lead (for male cook) Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Tune Data <em>The Ladies Fall</em> (Simpson 1966, pp, 98, 104, 105, 248, 369-371, 368), is linked with<em> In Peascod Time.</em> Image / Audio Credit University of Glasgow Library - Euing Ballads 1.182; Pepys 2.149; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31937/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31937</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew.<br /><br /> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b434ee3747e2b1f127ea73234520f85e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/257b980d7923912a3d3e3eb545b1e2e3.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Subtitle OR, The Step-Mothers Cruelty. Being a Relation of a most Lamentable and Cruel Murder, committed on the body of the Lady Isabella, the only Daughter of a Noble Duke occasioned by the means of a Step-Mother and the Master-Cook, who were both adjudged to suffer a Cruel death, for committing the said Horrid Act. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Lady Isabella's Tragedy; Audio recording boiling lead burning burning at stake Female Male murder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The lamentation that Ladie Jane made, Saiyng for my fathers proclamation now must I lose my heade . This was the lamentacion, That Ladie Jane made : Saiyng, for my fathers Proclamacion, Now must I lose my head. But God that sercheth every harte, And knoweth I am giltles, Although that I now suffer smarte, Yet, I am not worthie of this. For when she was at the place appoincted, Her death mekely for to take : Her ghostly father and she reasoned. Her praiers then she did make. Forthe of our beddes we were fet out, To the Tower for to go : Yet wist we not where about, Our fathers did make us do so. Alas what did our fathers meane, Both tree and fruicte thus for to spill, Against my mynde he proclaimed me quene, And I never consented theretill. The lorde Gilforde my housbande, Which suffred here presente : The thyng our fathers toke in hande, Was neither his nor my consente. But seyng I am iudged by a lawe to dye, And under whiche I was borne : Yet will I take it pacientlie, Laughyng none of them to scorne, Why should I blame fortune of this, Seyng blame it is not worthie : Our livyng were so farre amis, That we deserved this miserie. For my synne I am worthie to dye, Pride in me did so remaine : Yet all good people praie for me, As charitie doeth constraine. The hedsman kneled on his knee, To forgeve hym her death : Frende, she saied, God forgeve thee, With all my harte and faithe. She kyssed hym, and gave hym a rewarde, And saied to hym incontinente : I praie thee yet remember afterwarde, That thou hast headed an innocente. She gave the Lieutenaunt her booke, Whiche was covered all with golde, Praied hym therein to looke, For his sake that Judas solde. She toke her kercher faire and swete, To cover her face withall : A Psalme of David she did recite, And on the Lorde she did call. Although this breakefast be shorte to me, Yet in the Lorde I trust : To suppe in the heavenlie glorie, With Abraham that is iuste. . . . Upon the Blocke she laied her heade, Her death mekely to take : In manus tuas, then she saied, And this her ende she did make. Imprinted at London, for Ihon Wight. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1562 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Jane_Grey" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Lady Jane Grey (1536/1537 - 12 February 1554), also known as The Nine Days' Queen, was an English noblewoman who was de facto monarch of England from 10 July until 19 July 1553 and was subsequently executed. A great-granddaughter of Henry VII by his younger daughter Mary, Jane was a first-cousin-once-removed of Edward VI. In May 1553 Jane was married to Lord Guildford Dudley, a younger son of Edward's chief minister, John Dudley, Duke of Northumberland. When the 15-year-old King lay dying in June 1553, he nominated Jane as successor to the Crown in his will, thus subverting the claims of his half-sisters Mary and Elizabeth under the Third Succession Act. During her short reign, Jane resided in the Tower of London. She became a prisoner there when the Privy Council decided to change sides and proclaim Mary as Queen on 19 July 1553. She was convicted of high treason in November 1553, though her life was initially spared. Wyatt's rebellion in January and February 1554 against Queen Mary's plans of a Spanish match led to Jane's and her husband's execution. <br /><br />On the morning of 12 February 1554, the authorities took Guilford from his rooms at the Tower of London to the public execution place at Tower Hill and there had him beheaded. A horse and cart brought his remains back to the Tower of London, past the rooms where Jane remained as a prisoner. Jane was then taken out to Tower Green, inside the Tower of London, and beheaded in private. With few exceptions, only royalty were offered the privilege of a private execution; Jane's execution was conducted in private on the orders of Queen Mary, as a gesture of respect for her cousin. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Ihon Wight Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 17 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tower of London Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A ballad about the execution of Lady Jane Grey in 1554. This was most likely printed some years after the events, as a ballad sympathetic to Lady Jane would have been unprintable during the reign of Mary I. URL https://archive.org/details/TransactionsOfTheRoyalHistoricalSociety1909VolIII3rdSeries/page/n69/mode/2up?q=lamentation+that Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 lamentacion that Ladie Iane made saiyng for my fathers proclamacion now must I lese my heade. beheading Female high treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3f20b398e2e4e98e4cbc7d0477ba72d8.jpg b76b0e2943bd8cc8086bc07d042740d9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my Foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics KInd Countreymen and our acquaintance all, Example take by this our sodaine fall, Dip not your hands in blood thats innocent, For which offence we both too late repent. The crying sinnes of murther pierceth heaven, And great repentance craves to be forgiven, One bloody deed deserves ten thousand deaths: But we bereaved divers of their breaths. The harmelesse man that did no hurt intend, Most butcher-like we brought unto his end, And that good woman his most loving wife Inhumanely bereaved we of life, She great with child (oh how it grieves our hearts That we should act such bloody tragicke parts!) The harmelesse infant that was in her wombe, We likewise slew, whose mother was its tombe. Their other children sitting by the fire We likewise hurt, who mercy did require, But we no mercy had, nor grace at all, When as these Babes for life did cry and call. And for the same no mercy here we find: Deserved death are for our sinnes assignd, Death is our doome, we here our lives must pay, Our glasse is out, this is our dying day. A shamelesse end for our most shamefull sinne We must receive, that we have lived in, Here on this tree we must resigne our breathe Yet thats not all, though here we die this death. Our bodies must no buriall place possesse, This is our doome for our vild wickednesse, Twixt Earth & Heaven we here must hang in chains As long as sinewes, flesh or bones remaines. Fowles of the aire our eyes they forth will pull, Feed on our flesh, and peck upon our scull, We shall be pointing stocks to every one That passeth by, though we are dead and gone. Earth scornes to hide our bodies from the light, But in the ayre must tottering hang in sight, And here in Kent we nere shall bee forgot, Although our joints by piecemeale dropping rot, Unto each other Travellers will say, See you those Murtherers, as they passe this way, Those are the villaines that the blood did spill Of innocents, thats hanging on yon hill. Thus shall we be discourse for after-times, Which we deserve most justly for our crimes, And we shall be recorded for this fact, That we so mercilesse and foule did act. Great God forgive our sinnes that are so foule, And unto mercy take each sinfull Soule, Deale not in Justice with our sinnes, O Lord, But grace and pardon to our soules afford. Thy mercy (Lord) is greater than our sinne, And if thou please in Heaven to let us in, We doe repent us of our wicked deed, The thought of which doth make our soules to bleed. But woe to him that was the cause of this, Which did intice us first to doe amisse, Oh bloody Darbie, it was long of thee We did consent to do this villanie. Though thou art fled, yet God will find thee out, And will take vengeance on thee, theres no doubt, Heel not let scape so foule and vile a crime, As he hath justly done on us this time. But we confesse, we have deservd to dye, And to the Lord we now for mercy cry: Receive us, Jesus Christ, to thee we pray, Whose precious blood wash all our sinnes away. Thus have you heard how these same two did dye, Ending their lives with shame and infamy, And one of them that was on thother side, Converted, and a Protestant he dide. The Lord (no doubt) to them did mercy lend, Who were so penitent before their end, Their soules I hope in Heaven above doe dwell. But yet another bloody tale Ile tell. FINIS. Another Bloody murther committed neere Ware, in Hart- fordshire, by some notorious offenders, who were execu- ted in the same moneth. To the same Tune. KInd hearts give eare to that which I shall tell Of a sad story which of late befell, In Hartfordshire neere Ware did chance this thing, Which causd salt teares from many eyes to spring. Two men were riding in an evening late, That had a charge of money and estate, And homeward they intended for to goe, But destiny doth oftentimes say no. And for these men foure villaines they did watch, Which had way-layd them how they them might catch: At him which was the formost they did lay, But his swift horse did beare him safe away. The next they hit, and felld him to the ground, And rifling him, they gave him many a wound, So leaving him, as they did thinke for dead, Having his gold, away they streightway fled. Yet one of them did backward cast his eye, And did perceive him stir as he did lye, Saying, Ile backe, and give him his deaths blo[w] For every one of us he well doth know. And with his staffe his braynes he out did beate. Then straight this villaine to them did retreate; But marke how God did bring this thing to light, For blood and murther he will soone requite. One of these theeves a peece of Gold would change With one that knew him, that did thi[n]ke it strang[e] He should have gold, yet not the valew knew, Into suspition straite his mind it drew. And hearing of the murther done of late, Would understand how he came by this state, And threatning him, he then confest straiteway, Both him and them which that same man did slay. They were convicted, and by Law were tride, And for the same all foure of the[m] t[he]y dide, And he that last went b[a]cke, did suffer [de]ath, Just in the place he spent the true mans breath. And at the common Execution place, The other three did end their fatall ra[c]e, A just reward for murtherers in their kind, That beare so base and foule a bloody mind. For he that sits above the heavenly skye, Viewes all below with his all-seeing eye, And will take vengeance when he sees his will, On all that glories harmelesse blood to spill, Great God, preserve us from all sodaine death, Prepare our soules before we lose our breath, Make us all ready for the day to come, When thou shalt give to every one their doome. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1633-1640 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad 2 stories: Edward Bruton and James Riley are convicted of the murders of Henry Howell and his wife in Queenes Downe, Kent. In Ware, in Hertfordshire, two men are robbed and murdered by four men, one of whom returns to make sure his victim is dead by bashing his brains in. One of the robbers later goes to change gold, but his ignorance of its value leads changer to suspect something. Robber confesses, and all are executed, the one who bashed the brains in being executed near the spot the murder took place, while the other are executed at 'the common Execution place'. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, Printed for H.G. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Queenes Downe, Kent Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3f20b398e2e4e98e4cbc7d0477ba72d8.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.7.486 (same as Roxburghe 1.487, EBBA 31634); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30324/image" target="_blank">EBBA 30324</a> Subtitle who for the bloody murder committed on the bodies of Henry Howell, and his wife, vpon Queenes Downe, were executed and hanged in chaines, neere the same place on the 18. day of March, 1633. // Another Bloody murther committed neere Ware, in Hart-fordshire, by some notorious offenders, who were executed in the same moneth. To the same Tune. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The lamentation of Edward Bruton, and James Riley, hanging in chains Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9f2b49a29f714aa3e323d940aa6b1334.jpg 0bbaeaa2b5be1f50cae4d45019a19cd5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Weepe, weepe Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1584 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad This piece reports some details of Francis Throckmorton's conspiracy with 'the Queene of Scottes,' and mentions in passing two earlier Catholic conspirators against the life of Elizabeth, John Somerville and Edward Arden, wh owere executed in December of 1583. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Throckmorton" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Sir Francis Throckmorton (1554 - July 1584) was a conspirator against Queen Elizabeth I of England.<br /><br />He was the son of Sir John Throckmorton and a nephew of Sir Nicholas Throckmorton, one of Elizabeth's diplomats. Sir John had held the post of Chief Justice of Chester but was removed in 1579, a year before his death. The reasons for Sir John's removal from the bench are unclear; he may have been guilty of abuses in the administration of justice, but he may also have been singled out for punishment for his pro-Catholic beliefs.<br /><br />Throckmorton was educated in Oxford and entered the Inner Temple in London as a pupil in 1576. In 1580, he traveled to the European continent and met leading Catholic malcontents from England in Spain and France. After his return to England in 1583, he served as an intermediary for communications between supporters of the Catholic cause on the continent, the imprisoned Mary, Queen of Scots, and the Spanish ambassador Bernardino de Mendoza. <br /><br />Throckmorton's activities raised the suspicions of Sir Francis Walsingham, Elizabeth I's spymaster. A search of his house produced incriminating evidence and, after torture on the rack, Throckmorton confessed his involvement in a plot to overthrow the Queen and restore the Catholic Church in England. An invasion led by Henry I, Duke of Guise would have been coupled with an orchestrated uprising of Catholics within the country. <br /><br />Although Throckmorton later retracted his confession, he was convicted of high treason and executed in 1584. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, by Richard Ihones Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. high treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 30 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Composer of Ballad W. M. Tune Data Reference: Weepe, weepe (Simpson 1966, pp. 660-61) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9f2b49a29f714aa3e323d940aa6b1334.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit National Library of Scotland - Crawford, Crawford.EB.1361; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/33815/image" target="_blank">EBBA 33815</a> Subtitle For the late Treasons conspired against the Queenes Maiestie and the vvhole Realme, by Franuces Throgmorton: who was executed for the same at Tyborne, on Friday being the tenth day of Iuly last past. 1584. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Lamentation of Englande: high treason Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a38467778129a21cb1be6f030ac7f90b.jpg b71612bdc06a6225e80b74f3dcca44e5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Wharton Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics To lodge it was my chance of late, at Kendal in the Sizes week, Where I saw many a gallant state was walking up and down the street, Down plumpton park as I did pass, I heard a Bird sing in a glen: The chiefest of her Song it was, farewell the flower of Serving-men. Sometimes I heard the the Musick sweet, which was delightfull unto me: At length I heard one wail and weep. a gallant youth condemn'd to dye: Down Plumpton park, etc. A Gentleman of courage bold, his like I never saw before, But when as I did him behold, my grief it grew still more and more: Down Plumpton Park, etc. Of watery eyes there were great store, for all did weep that did him see, He made the heart of many sore, and I lamented for company: Down Plumpton park, etc. To God above (quoth he) I call, that sent his son to suffer death: For to receive my sinful soul, so soon as I shall loose my breath, Down Plumpton park, etc. O God I have deserved death, for deeds that I have done to thee: Yet never liv'd I like a thief, till I met with ill company. Down Plumpton park, etc. For I may curse the dismal hour, first time that I did give consent: For to Rob the King's Receiver and to take away his Rent: Down Plumpton park, etc. You Gallants all be warn'd by me, learn Cards and Dice for to refrain, Fly whores, eschew ill company, for these 3 thing will breed you pain: Down Plumpton park, etc. All earthly treasures are but vain and worldly wealth is vanity: Search nothing else but heaven to gain remember all that we must dye: Down Plumton park, etc. Farewell good fellows less and more, be not dismaid at this my fall: I never did offend before, John Musgrave, all men did me call: Down Plumton park as I did pass, I heard a bird sing in a glen, etc. The second part of the Lamentation of John Musgrave. To the same Tune. T He bait beguiles the bonny Fish, some care not what they swear or say The Lamb becomes the Foxes dish when as the old sheep runs away: Down Plumpton park as I did pass, I heard a bird sing in a glen, The chiefest of her song it was, fare well the flower of Serving-men. The Fowlers that the Plovers get, take glistering glass their net to set: The Ferret when the mouth is cop't. doth drive the Coney to the Net: Down Plumton park, etc. The Pike devours the Salmon free, which is a better Fish than himself: Some care not how whose children cry, so that themselves may keep their pelf: Down Plumpton park, etc. Farewell good people less and more, both great and small that did me ken: Farewell rich, and farewell poor, and farewell all good Serving-men; Down Plumpton park, etc. Now by my death I wish all know, that this same lesson you may teach, Of what degree, of high, or low, climb not I say above your reach: Down Plumpton park, etc. Good Gentlemen I you intreat, that have more sons than you have lands, In idleness do not them keep, teach them to labour with their hands: Down Plumpton park; etc. For idleness is the root of evil, and this sin never goes alone: But Theft and Robbery follows after, as by my self is plainly shown: Down plumpton park, etc. For Youth & Age, will not understand, that friends in want, they be but cold, If they spend their portions and lack land they may go beg when they are old: Down Plumpton park, etc. Farewell, farewell my bretheren dear, sweet Sisters make no doal for me: My death's at hand I do not fear, we are all mortal and born to dye: Down Plumpton park, etc. I know that Christ did dye for me, no earthly pleasures would I have: I care not for the world a flye, but mercy Lord of thee I crave. Down Plumpton park, etc. Come man of death and do me right, my glass is run I cannot stay: With Christ I hope to lodge this night and all good people for me pray: Down Plumpton park, etc. The man of death his part did play, which made the tears blind many an eye He is with Christ, as I dare say, the Lord grant us that so we may: Down Plumpton park, etc. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1681-1684 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <strong>The duel of Stewart and Wharton</strong><br />From <em><a href="https://archive.org/details/minstrelsyofscot01scot/page/n11" target="_blank">Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border,</a> </em>Volume 2, by Sir Walter Scott <br /><br />By a circuitous route, we are now arrived at the subject of our ballad; for, to the tragical duel of Stuart and Wharton, and to other instances of bloody combats and brawls betwixt the two nations, is imputed James's firmness in the case of Lord Sanquhar. The sufferers in this melancholy affair were both men of high birth, the heirs apparent of two noble families, and youths of the most promising expectation. <br /><br />Sir James Stuart was a knight of the Bath, and eldest son of Walter, first lord Blantyre, by Nicolas, daughter of Sir James Somerville, of Cambusnethan. Sir George Wharton was also a knight of the Bath, and eldest son of Philip, lord Wharton, by Frances, daughter of Henry Clifford, earl of Cumberland. He married Anne, daughter of the earl of Rutland, but left no issue. The circumstances of the quarrel and combat are accurately detailed in the ballad, of which there exists a black-letter copy in the Pearson Collection, now in the library of the late John duke of Roxburghe, entitled, "A Lamentable Ballad, of a Combate, lately fought, near London, between Sir James Stewarde, and Sir George Wharton, knights, who were both slain at that time.--To the tune of, Down Plumpton Park." <br /><br />A copy of this ballad has been published in Mr Ritson's Ancient Songs, and, upon comparison, appears very little different from that which has been preserved by tradition in Ettrick Forest. Two verses have been added, and one considerably improved, from Mr Ritson's edition. These three stanzas are the fifth and ninth of Part First, and the penult verse of Part Second. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Kendal Tune Data Tune not in T<em>he British Broadside Ballad and its Music</em> (Simpson 1966). Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.8.487; Pepys 2.160; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/30986/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 30986</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a38467778129a21cb1be6f030ac7f90b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle Who was Executed at Kendal, for Robbing the King's Receiver, and taking away from his great store of Treasure. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Lamentation of John Musgrave, Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/91cf7892ecb9c024ea3ebb46786b98c0.jpg d49b0e46fea72ab4edb33b3786097343 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The Lamentation of Master Pages wife of Plimmouth, who being enforced by her Parents to wed him against her will, did most wickedly consent to his murther, for the love of George Strangwidge: for which fact she suffered death at Barstable in Devonshire. Written with her owne hand a little before her death. To the tune of Fortune. UNhappy she whom fortune hath forlorne, Despis'd of grace, that proffered grace did scorne, My lawlesse love that lucklesse wrought my woe, My discontent content did overthrow. My loathed life too late I doe lament, My hatefull deed with heart I doe repent: A wife I was that wilfull went awry, And for that fault am here prepar'd to die. In blooming yeares my fathers greedy minde, Against my will a match for me did finde: Great wealth there was, yea gold and money store, But yet my heart had chosen long before. My eye mislik't my Fathers liking quite: My heart did loath my Parents fond delight: My grieved minde and fancy told to me, That with his age my youth could not agree. On knees I crav'd they would me not constraine, With teares I cryde their purpose to refraine: With sighes and sobs I did them often move, I might not wed whereas I could not love. But all in vaine my speeches still I spent, My Fathers will my wishes did prevent: Though wealthy Page possest my outward part, George Strangwidge still was lodged in my heart. I wedded was but wrapped in all woe, Great discontents within my heart did grow, I loath'd to live, yet liv'd in deadly strife, Because perforce I was made Pages wife. My chosen eyes could not his sight abide, My tender youth did scorne his aged side, Scant could I taste the meat whereon he fed, My legs did loathe to lodge within his bed. Cause knew I none I should despise him so, That such disdaine within my minde did grow, Save onely this that fancy did me move, And told me still George Strangwidge was my love. But here began my downefall and decay, In mind I mus'd to make him straight away, I that became his discontented wife: Contented was he should be rid of life. Me thinkes that heaven cries vengeance for my fact, Me thinkes the world condemnes my monstrous act, Me thinkes within, my conscience tells me true, That for that deede hell fire is my due. My pensive life doth sorrow for my sinne, For this offence my soule doth bleed within, Yet mercy Lord, for mercy still I cry, Save thou my soule and let my body dye. Well could I wish that Page enjoyed his life, So that he had some other to his wife: But never would I wish of low or hie, A longer life and see sweet Strangwidge dye. Ah woe is me that had not better grace, To stay till he had run out Natures race: My deed I rue, but more I doe lament, That to the same my Strangwidge gave consent. You Parents fond that greedy minded be, And seeke to graft upon a golden tree: Consider well, and rightfull Judges be, And give your doome twixt Parents love and me. I was their child and borne for to obey, Yet not to wed where I no love could lay. I maried was to mucke and endlesse strife, But faith before had made me Strangwidge wife. Ah wretched world which cankred rust doth blind, And cursed men that beare a greedy mind, And haplesse I whom Parents did force so, To end my dayes in sorrow, shame and woe. you Devonshire dames, & courteous Cornwal knights That here are come to visit woefull wights: Regard my griefe and marke my woefull end, And to your Children be a better friend. And thou my deare which for my fault must die, Be not afraid the force of death to trie, Like as we liv'd and lov'd together true, So both at once let's bid the world adue. Ulalia thy friend doth take her last farewell, Whose soule with thine, in heaven shall ever dwell, Sweet Saviour Christ doe thou my soule receive, The world I doe with all my heart forgive. And Parents now, whose mournfull minds doe show Your hearts disease and inward heavie woe, Mourne you no more, for hope my heart doth tell, Ere day be done, that I shall be full well. And Plimmouth proud I bid thee eke farewell, Take heed you wives let not your hands rebell: And farewell life wherein such sorrow flowes, And welcome grave which must my corpes inclose. And now sweet Lord forgive me my misdeeds, Repentance cries for soule that inward bleeds: My soule and body I commend to thee, That with thy blood from death redeem'd it free. Lord blesse our King with long and happy life, And send true love betwixt each Man and Wife: And give all Parents wisedome to foresee, The match is marr'd where minds doe not agree. Finis The Lamentation of George Strangwidge, who for consenting to the death of Master Page of Plim- mouth, suffered death at Barstable. 1609, THe man that sighes and sorrowes for his sinne, The corpes which care and woe hath wrapped in In dolefull sort records his Swan-like Song, That waits for death and loaths to live so long. O Granfield cause of my committed crime, Snared in wealth as birds in bush of lime: What cause hadst thou to beare such wicked spight, Against my good and eke my loves delight. I would to God thy wisedome had beene more, Or that I had not entred in thy doore: Or that thou hadst a kinder Father beene Unto thy child, whose yeares are yet but greene. The match unmeet which thou for muck didst make: When aged Page thy Daughter home did take: Well maist thou rue with teares that cannot dry, Which was the cause that foure of us must die. Ulalia faire, more bright then summers Sunne, Whose beauty had my heart for ever won: My soule more sobs to thinke of thy disgrace, Then to behold mine owne untimely race. The deed late done in heart I doe lament But that I lov'd I cannot it repent: Thy seemely sight was ever sweet to me, Would God my death might thy excuser be. It was for me alas thou didst the same, On me of right they ought to lay the blame: My worthlesse love hath brought my life in scorne, Now woe is me that ever I was borne. Farewell my Love whose loyall heart was seene, Would God thou hadst not halfe so constant beene: Farewell my Love, the pride of Plimmouth Towne, Farewell the Flower whose beauty is cut downe. For twenty yeares, great was the cost, I know Thy unkind Father did on thee bestow: Yet afterward so sore did fortune [l]owre, He lost his joy and child within an houre. My wrong and woe to God I doe commit, This was the fault by matching them unfit, And yet my guilt I cannot so excuse, I gave consent his life for to abuse. Wretch that I am, that I consent did give, Had I denied, Ulalia still should live: Blind fancy said, her sute doe not deny, Live thou in blisse, or else in sorrow die. O Lord forgive this cruell deed of mine, Upon my soule let beames of mercy shine: In justice Lord doe thou no vengeance take, Forgive us both for Jesus Christ his sake. The sorrowfull complaint of Mistris Page, for causing her Husband to be murthered, for the love of George Strangwidge, who were executed together. IF ever woe did touch a Womans heart, Or griefe did gaule for sin the inward part My conscience then and heavy heart within, Can witnesse well my sorrow for my sin. When yeares were young my Father forst me wed, Against my will, where fancy was not led, I was content his pleasure to obey, Although my heart was linkt another way. Great were the gifts they proffered to my sight, With wealth they thought to win me to delight: But gold nor gift my heart could not remove, For I was linkt whereas I could not love. Me thought his sight was loathsome in mine eye, My heart did grudge against him inwardly This discontent did cause my deadly strife, And with his wealth I liv'd a loathsome life. My constant love was on young Strangwidge set, And woe to them that did our welfare let: His love in me so deepe a roote did take, I could have gone a begging for his sake. Wronged he was even through my Parents plaine, Wronged he was through fond desire of gaine, If faith and troth a perfect pledge might be, I had beene wife unto no man but he. Eternall God forgive my Fathers deed, And grant all maidens to take better heed, If I had constant beene unto my friend. I had not matcht to make so bad an end. But wanting grace, I sought my owne decay, And was the cause to cast my friend away: And he in whom my earthly joyes did lie, Through my amisse, a shamefull death must die. Farewell sweet George, my loving faithfull friend, Needs must I laude and love thee to the end And albeit that Page possest thy due, In sight of God thou wast my husband true. My watry eyes unto the heavens I bend, Craving of Christ his mercy to extend, My bloody deed, O Lord doe me forgive, And let my soule within thy Kingdome live. Farewell false world and friends that fickle bee, All wives farewell, example take by me: Let not the Devill to murther you intice, Seeke to escape each foule and filthy vice. And now, O Christ, to thee I yeeld my breath, Strengthen my faith in bitter pangs of death: Forgive my faults and follies I thee pray, And with thy blood wash thou my sinnes away. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1609? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Contains 3 ballads: one in the voice of Mistress Page, one in voice of George Stangwidge, and the third in Page's voice again Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <em>Ben Jonson: Dramatist,</em> by Anne Barton, 1984, p. 11: <br /><br />[Ben Jonson's] Page of Plymouth clearly drew upon the sensational murder for which Ulalia Page and her lover George Strangwidge were executed at Barnstaple in March 1589/90. Three contemporary ballads, two of them probably the work of Thomas Deloney, survive to indicate the general nature of the plot. Like the anonymous Arden of Feversham (1591) or Wilkins's The Miseries of Enforced Marriage (1606), this was a domestic tragedy. Dekker, indeed, was still exploiting the genre in 1621 in the somewhat more volatile company of John Ford and William Rowley when he worked up The Witch of Edmonton. ... The ballads themselves, although the speakers (Strangwidge and Mistress Page) never question the justice of their own death sentences, nevertheless come down emotionally on the side of true love. They are unequivocal in their condemnation of the parents whose greed forced their young daughter into marriage with a rich old curmudgeon, when they knew her heart had already been bestowed elsewhere... <br /><br />cf. 'The Murder of Page of Plymouth,' from Sundry Strange and Inhumaine Murthers, Lately Committed (1591), reprinted in Blood and Knavery: A Collection of English Renaissance Pamphlets and Ballads of Crime and Sin, ed. Joseph H. Marshburn and Alan R. Velie (Rutherford, N. J.: Fairleigh Dickinson University Press, 1973), p. 62. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London Printed for H. Gosson Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Barnstaple, Devonshire Composer of Ballad Thomas Deloney Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/91cf7892ecb9c024ea3ebb46786b98c0.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.126-127 (See also Roxburghe 1.162-163, EBBA 30122; Euing 1.192, EBBA 31948); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20054/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20054</a> Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/913">The Lamentation of Mr. Pages Wife of Plimouth</a> Subtitle who being enforced by her Parents to wed him against her will, did most wickedly consent to his murther, for the loue of George Strangwidge: for which fact she suffered death at Barstable in Deuonshire. Written with her owne hand a little before her 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 The Lamentation of Master Pages wife of Plimmouth, murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/88384e30dff4cdcdada602adbf8d66ef.jpg 910e380b5038d1d824ce59cc8bba47d3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1134">Fortune my foe</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics U Nhappy she whom Fortune hath forlorn, Despis'd of grace, that proffer'd grace did scorn, My lawless love hath luckless wrought my woe, My discontent, content did overthrow. My loathed life too late I do lament, My woful deeds in heart I do repent: A Wife I was that wilful went awry, And for that fault am here prepar'd to dye: In blooming years my Fathers greedy mind, Against my will a match for me did find, Great wealth there was, yes, gold and silver store, But yet my heard had chosen one before. Mine eyes dislik't my Fathers likeing quite, My heart did loath my Parents fond delight: My greedy mind and fancy told to me, That with his Age my Youth could not agree. On knees I pray'd they would not me constrain, With tears I cry'd, their purpose to refrain: With sighs and sobs I did them often move: I might not Wed whereas I could not Love. But all in vain my speeches still I spent, My Mothers will my wishes did prevent, Though wealthy page possest the outward part, George Strangwidge still was lodged in my heart. I Wedded was and wraped all in woe, Great discontent within my heart did grow: I loath'd to live, yet liv'd in deadly strife, Because perforce I was made pages Wife. My chosen eyes could not his sight abide, My tender Youth did loath his aged side, Scant could I tast the meat whereon I fed, My Legs did loath to lodge within his bed. Cause knew I none, I should despise him so, That such disdain within my heart did grow: Save onely this, that fancy did me move, And told me still George Strangwidge was my love. Lo here began my downfal and decay, In mind I mus'd to make him straight away: I that became his Discontented Wife, Contented was he should be rid of Life. Methinks the Heavens cry vengeance for my fact, Methinks the World condemns my monstrous act, Methinks within my conscience tells me true, That for that Deed Hell fire is my due. My pensive Soul doth sorrow for my Sin, For which offence my soul doth Bleed within, But mercy Lord, for mercy still I cry, Save thou my soul, and let my body dye. Well could I with that page enjoy'd his life, So that he had some other to his Wife: But never could I wish of low or high, A longer life than see sweet Strangwidge Dye. O woe is me that had no greater grace, To stay till he had run out natures race: My Deeds I rue, but more I do Repent, That to the same my Strangwidge gave consent. You Parents fond that greedy minded be, And seek to graft upon the Golden tree: Consider well, and rightful judges be, And give your Doom, 'twixt parents love & me. I was their Child, and bound for to obey, Yet not to love where I no love could lay, I married was in muck and endless strife, But faith before had made me Strangwidge Wife. O wretched world whom canker'd rust doth blind And cursed men who bear a greedy mind: And hapless I whom Parents did force so, To end my Days in sorrow, shame, and woe. You Devonshire dames, & courteous Cornwal Knights, That here are come to visit woful wights, Regard my grief, and mark my woful end, But to your Children be a better friend. And thou my Dear which for my fault must Dye, Be not afraid the sting of Death to try: Like as we liv'd and lov'd together true, So both at once let's bid the World adieu. Ulalia thy friend doth take her last farewel Whose soul with thee in Heaven shall ever dwell, Sweet Saviour Christ do thou my soul receive, The World I do with all my heart forgive. And Parents now whose greedy mind doth show, Your hearts desire, and inward heavy woe: Mourn you no more, for now my heart doth tell, E're Day be done, my Soul shall be full well. And Plimouth proud I bid thee now farewel, Take heed you Wives, let not your hands Rebel, And farewel life wherein such sorrow shows, And welcome Death that doth my Corps inclose. And now sweet Lord forgive me my misdeeds, Repentance crys for Soul that inward bleeds, My Soul and Body I commend to thee, That with thy Blood from Death redeemed me. Lord bless our King with long and happy life, And send true Peace betwixt each Man and Wife: And give all Parents Wisdom to foresee, The match is marr'd where minds do not agree. The lamentation of George Strang- widge, who for consenting to the Death of Mr. Page of Plimouth, suffered Death at Barnstable . T He Man that sighs end sorrows for his sin, The Corps which care & woe hath wraped in: In doleful sort records her Swan-like Song, That waits for death, and loaths to live so long. O Glansfield cause of my commited Crime, So wed in Wealth as Birds in Bush of Lime: What cause had'st thou to hear such wicked spight Against my Love and eke my hearts delight. I would to God thy wisdom had been more, Or that I had not entred in thy door: Or that thou hadst a kinder Father been Unto thy child, whose Years are yet but green. The match unmet which thou for me didst make, When aged page thy Daughter home did take; Well may'st thou cue with tears that cannot dry, Which is the cause that four of us must die. Ulalia more brighter than the Summers Sun, Whose beauty has for ever my Love won: My soul more sobs to think of thy disgrace, Then to behold my own untimely race. The deed late done in heart I do repent, But that I lov'd I cannot yet relent: Thy seemly sight was ever sweet to me, Would God my Death could thy excuser be. It was for me alas thou didst the same, On me by right they ought to lay the blame: My worthless love hath brought my life in scorn, And woe is me that ever I was born. Farewel my love, whose Royal heart was seen, I would thou hadst not half so constant been: Farewel my Love, the pride of plimouth Town, Farewel the Flower whose beauty is cut down. For twenty Years great was the cost I know, Thy unkind Father did on thee bestow: Yet afterwards so sowre did Fortune lowre, He lost his joy and Child within an hour. By wrong and woe to God I do commit, Who was the cause of matching them unfit: And yet I cannot so my guilt excuse, We gave consent his life for to abuse. Wretch that I am, that my consent did give, Had I deny'd, Ulalia still should live: Blind fancy said, this suit do not deny: Live thou in bliss, or else in sorrow dye. O Lord forgive this cruel deed of mine, Upon my soul let beams of mercy shine: I n justice Lord do thou no vengeance take, F orgive us both, for Jesus Christ his sake. The Complaint of Mrs. Page for causing her Husband to be Murthered, for the love of George Strangwidge , who were execu- ted together. I F ever woe did touch a womans heart, Or grief did gall for sin the outward part: My conscience then and heavy heart within, Can witness well the sorrow for my sin. When Years were Young, my father forc'd me wed Against my will, where fancy was not fed: I was content their pleasure to obey, Although my heart was linkt another way. Great were the gifts they proffered in my sight, With wealth they thought to win me to delight, But Gold nor gifts my mind could not remove For I was linkt whereas I could not love. Methought his sight was loathsome to my Eye, My heart did grudge against him inwardly : This discontent did cause my deadly strife, And with his wealth did cause a grievous life. My constant love was on Young Strangwidge set, And woe to him that did our welfare let: His love so deep a root in me did take, I would have gone a beging for his sake. Wronged he was through fond desire of gain, Wronged he was even through my Parents plain: If faith and troth a perfect pledge might be, I had been Wife unto no man but he. Eternal God forgive my Fathers Deed, And grant all Parents may take better heed. If I had been but constant to my friend, I had not matcht to make so bad an end. But wanting Grace I sought my own decay, And was the cause to make my Friend away; And he on whom my earthly joys did lye, Through my amiss a shameful Death must die. Farewel sweet George, always my loving friend Needs must I laud and love thee to the end: And albeit that Page possest thy due, In sight of God thou wast my Husbandtrue. My watry eyes into the Heavens I bend, Craving of Christ his mercy to extend My bloody deed do me O Lord forgive, And let my Soul within thy Kingdom live. Farewel false world, and friends that fickle be, All Wives farewel, example take by me. Let not the Devil to murder you entice, Seek to escape such foul and sinful vice. And now, O Christ to thee I yield my breath, Strengthen my faith in bitter pangs of Death: Pardon my faults and follies I thee pray, And with thy blood wash thou my sins away. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1686 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackery, and T. Passinger. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning, hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Barnstaple, Devonshire Composer of Ballad Thomas Deloney URL <a href="http://www.glanvillenet.info/eulalia1.htm" target="_blank">Eulalia Page</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/88384e30dff4cdcdada602adbf8d66ef.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.170-171, (cf. Roxburghe 3.742-743, EBBA 31453; Roxburghe 3.744-745, EBBA 31455); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20787/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20787</a> Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/912">The Lamentation of Master Pages Wife of Plimmouth</a> - virtually the same (Pepys 1.126-127) Subtitle Who being forced to Wed against her will, did consent to his Murder, for the love of George Strangwidge. for which Fact they suffered Death at Barnstable in Devonshire. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Lamentation of Mr. Pages Wife of Plimouth, burning hanging murder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1734 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Boston, Printed and sold by Thomas Fleet, at the Heart and Crown in Cornhill., 1734. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Boston Neck Subtitle who was appointed to be executed on Boston Neck, the 17th of October, 1734. Written with his own hand, the day before he was to suffer; and recommended to all people, for their serious perusal. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet location: AAS Record Number: 0F2F81DEE2D11600, Record Number: w017512. Recorded in <em>Early American Imprints</em>, Series 1, no. 40058 (filmed). Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The last speech and dying words of John Ormsby hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/bee458bdd86c0297e47c19024ca610cf.jpg 2586c8356e17930d129841da75a7aba4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Poor Georgy Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics A S I went over London Bridge all in a misty morning, There did I see one weep and mourn, lamenting for her Georgy, His time it is past, His life it will not last, Alack and alas! there is no Remedy, Which makes the heart within me Ready to burst in three To think on the death of poor Goergy George of Oxford is my name, and few there's but have known me, Many a mad prank have I plaid but now they've overthrown me, My time it is past, etc. Oh! then bespake the Lady Gray, i'le haste me in the morning; And to the Judge i'le make my way, to save the life of Georgy. His time it is past, His life else it may cost, Alack and alas! is there no remedy? It makes the heart within me Ready to burst in three To think on the death of poor Georgy. Go Saddle me my milk-white Steed, go Saddle me my bonny, That I may to New-Castle speed, to save the life of Georgy. His time it is past, etc. But when she came the Judge before full low her knee she bended, For Georgy' s life she did implore, that she might be befriended. His time may be past, His life else it may cost, Alack and alas! is there no Remedy? It makes the heart within me Ready to burst in three To think on the death of poor Georgy Oh rise, ah rise, fair Lady Gray, your suit cannot be granted; Content pour self, as well you may, for Georgy must be hanged. His time it is past etc. She wept she waild she rung her hands and ceased not her mourning; She offer'd Gold she offer'd Lands, to save the life of Georgy. His time it is past. etc. George's Confession. I Have travell'd through the Land, and met with many a man, Sir; But Knight or Lord I bid him stand he durst not make an answer. But my thread it is spun, My glass is almost run, Alack and alas! there is no remedy; Which makes my heart within me Ready to burst in three To die like a Dog, (says poor Georgy ) The Brittain bold that durst deny his mony for to tender, Th'o he were stout as valiant Guy I forc'd him to surrender. But now my thread is spun, etc. But when the mony I had got, and made him cry pecavi, To bear his charge and pay his shot a Mark or Noble gave I. But my thred it is spun, etc. The Ladies when they had me seen would ne'r have been affrighted To take a dance upon the Green with Georgy they delighted. But now my thred it is spun, etc. When I had ended this our wake and fairly them bespoken, Their rings and jewels would I take to keep for a Token. But now my thread is spun, etc. The hue and cry for George is set, a proper handsome fellow, With Diamond-Eyes as black as jet, and Locks like Gold so yellow. His time is past, etc. Long it was with all their art, e're they could apprehend him, But at the last his valiant heart no longer could defend him. His time it was past, etc. I ne'r stole Horse nor Mare in my life nor Cloven-foot or any, But once six of the kings white steeds and I sold them to Bohemia. His time it was past, etc. Georgy he went up the hill, and after followed many, Georgy was hanged in silken string, the like was never any. His time it was past, His life will not last, Alack and alas! there is no remedy, etc. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1683 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for P. Brooksby in West-smithfield, at the Sign of the Golden Ball, near/ the Bear Tavern in Pye Corner. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. theft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit Houghton Library - Huth, EBB65H; Pepys 2.150 (cf. Roxburghe 4.53, EBBA ID: 31352); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/35226/xml" target="_blank">EBBA 35226</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/bee458bdd86c0297e47c19024ca610cf.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Life and Death of George of OXFORD hanging Male theft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b2b898f6b777f5f96e0bf39873c3cfea.jpg 37deef7eae6bdf9381852ed4fcf2ccfd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Flying Fame Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics COme hither yongmen and give eare, and good example take, By this which is related here for admonitions sake, Wherein is showne the life and death, of Sands that noted theefe. The reason why he lost his breath, is here declar'd in briefe. That all young men from him may learne to live in better awe, Foule vice from vertue to discerne, according to the law: A wicked life this caitiffe led, rejecting vertues lore, The grace of God from him was fled, all good he did abhorre. Since first he came to any strength, he practis'd nought but stealing, Which brought a shamefull death at length for his ungracious dealing, He alwayes hath himselfe maintain'd by base sinister courses, And oftentimes hath beene araign'd by Law, for stealing horses. Yet still it was his lucke to scape, which hardned him in evill, From theft to murder, and to rape, suborned by the Devill, His wicked heart so bent to sin, in villany tooke pride, There lived scarce the like of him, in all the Land beside. His name so infamous was growne to all both far and neere, And he tooke pride to have it knowne, as by him did appeare. For when he was araign'd of late, at the Tribunall seat, He seemed to exhilerate, at his offences great. And boasted that he oftentimes had scap't the fatall cord, For stealing horses, and such crimes, as high wayes doe afford, And with a braving impudence, he did the Bench outface, Not shewing any reverence, to any in that place. The facts he was indited for, were three enornous sinnes, Which God and nature doth abhor, the least damnation winnes, Without the speciall grace of God, for which he never sought, Nor never seemed to be sad, for that which he had wrought. The Maid that on Saint James his day, was found neere Holborne dead, Tis [t]hought this wretch did make away, if all be true that's sed. From her he tooke away twelve pound, and then to ma[k]e all sure, He strangled her, as she was found, his safety to procure. The second part. To the same tune. BUt no such crimes can be conceal'd, old time will find them out, And have them to the world reveal'd, and publisht all about, As this strange murder came to light, by Sands his owne confession, When as he sought with all his might, to act a foule transgression, Upon the body of a Maid, whom he perforce did ravish, If she oppos'd his will he said with speeches somewhat lavish: That if she did deny to yeeld to him, hee'd serve her so, As he did one in Holborne field not very long agoe. To this foule sin of ravishment he likewise did seduce Another youngman, whose consent gave ayd to this abuse. For which by law he hath his doome, to suffer shamefully, Take heed young men how you do come into leud company. For if young Jones had never seene this wicked Sands his face, He surely now had living beene, but wanting Gods good grace, He was allured by his meanes to live by lawlesse stealth, Thus to maintaine strong drink & queanes he robd the commonwealth. Some other men of good regard, he did to robbery draw, All these with him in death have shar'd, according to the Law. But he the chiefe occasion was of these same youngmens ends, Whose deaths have brought to wofull passe their parents and their friends. Among the rest one father Jones, an honest ancient man, With lachrimable teares bemones the losse of his owne son. But Sands hath run so [w]ild a race, that few bewaile his death, How many flockt with joy to'th place where he did lose his breath. His father named Sir George Sands, when by his carelesse dealing, He had quite wasted goods and lands, did live long time by stealing: And with his wicked Lady wife, did rob the high way side, For which at length he lost his life, and by base hanging dyde. Thus both the father and the sonne did end their lives alike, The Lady yet hath scapt that death, and sorrow doth her strike. God grant her life may now be such, that men of her may say, Her life was leud, yet now shee's prov'd a convert at last day. Loe here you see a fearfull end, of Sir George Sands his sonne, Let every one a warning take, and better courses runne: Which to effect let us all pray to him that gave us breath, That of his mercy he'll us keepe from such untimely death. The following lines Jones writ with his owne hand, a little before his death. To me death is not death, but life for ever. My joy in heaven is, which endeth never. Lord thou hast promist to the penitent, That thou wilt save him if he doe repent: And now most gratious Lord, I crave of thee. Mercy for him that hath contemned thee, I am a sinner (Lord) thou knowst I am, And full of ill, above an'other man, Yet am I free from'th fault for which I dye, But have transgrest the Lawes most hainously. Oh save my soule, O Lord of thee I crave, Let that mount up, though body rot in grave. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1626 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for F. Couls, and are to be / sold at his shop at the vpper end of the / Old Baily neere Newgate. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, rape, sodomy Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Tyburn Tune Data 'Flying Fame' probably aka <em>Chevy Chase</em>, (Simpson 1966, pp. 96-101) <br />Date tune first appeared: 1430?<br /><br /><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ballad_of_Chevy_Chase" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> There are two extant English ballads known as The Ballad of Chevy Chase, both of which narrate the same story. As ballads existed within oral tradition before being written down, other versions of this once popular song may also have existed. <br /><br />The ballads tell the story of a large hunting party upon a parcel of hunting land (or chase) in the Cheviot Hills, hence the term, Chevy Chase. The hunt is led by Percy, the English Earl of Northumberland. The Scottish Earl of Douglas had forbidden this hunt, and interprets it as an invasion of Scotland. In response he attacks, causing a bloody battle which only 110 people survived. Both ballads were collected in Thomas Percy's Reliques and the first of the ballads in Francis James Child's Child Ballads. <br /><br />The ballads are thought to have been based on the events of the Battle of Otterburn in 1388, although the account of the battle is not historically accurate and it may relate to border skirmishes up to fifty years later. Nevertheless, the first ballad includes the lines <br /><br />This was the hontynge off the Cheviat, that tear begane this spurn; Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe call it the battell of Otterburn. There is also a third ballad named The Battle of Otterburn which is assuredly about this battle.<br /><br /><strong>First ballad: </strong>The first of the two ballads of Chevy Chase was perhaps written as early as the 1430s, but the earliest record we have of it is in The Complaynt of Scotland, one of the first printed books from Scotland. The Complaynt of Scotland was printed about 1540, and in it the ballad is called The Hunting of Cheviot. <br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney said of this early ballad: <br />"I never Heard the old song of Percie and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet" -- <em>Defence of Poesy.</em><br /><br /><strong>Second ballad:</strong> In 1711 Joseph Addison wrote in <em>The Spectator,</em> <br />The old song of "Chevy-Chase" is the favourite ballad of the common people of England, and Ben Jonson used to say he had rather have been the author of it than of all his works. Sir Philip Sidney, in his discourse of Poetry, speaks of it in the following words: "I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart more moved than with a trumpet; and yet it is sung by some blind crowder with no rougher voice than rude style, which being so evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age, what would it work trimmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?" For my own part, I am so professed an admirer of this antiquated song, that I shall give my reader a critique upon it without any further apology for so doing.<br /><br />Addison was apparently unaware that the ballad he then goes on to analyse in detail was not the same work praised by Sidney and Jonson. The second of the ballads appears to have been written in modernized English shortly after Sidney's comments, perhaps around 1620, and to have become the better-known version. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b2b898f6b777f5f96e0bf39873c3cfea.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="650" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.128-128; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20055/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20055</a> Subtitle who after many enormous crimes by him committed, with Iones and Gent his confederates, was executed at Tyburne on Wednesday the 6 of September, 1626. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The life and death of M. Geo: Sands, hanging Male murder rape sodomy https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3cc689ff39beef76f1c5e114af1d71db.jpg 393512bc521ab521ea6bef9795569721 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Troy Town Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Come and assist my trembling Pen, while I endeavour to explain The bloody minds of cruel men, That will no wickedness refrain, But bloody Humors to fulfill Innocent blood they daily spill. Now my sad story Ile begin, The like I think you ner did hear, How that Renowned Squire Thin Was murtherd it doth plain appear; Their bloody minds for to fulfill, This squire most horridly they kill. On Sunday last this Gentleman Clear of all Scandals or Reproach, At severall places he had been With Noble Monmouth in his Coach, This worthy person thought no ill, Whilst Villians sought his blood to spill And thus they passd the Streets along Till seven or eight a Clock at night, & then great Monmouth would be gone In whom so much he did delight, Poor soul he little thought of ill, while villains sought his blood to spil. His Grace he was no sooner gone, But this sad accident befell, By Villains he was set upon Neer to a place thats call[]d Pell-mell, Their Hellish minds they did fulfill and there his precious blood did spill. Up to his Coach these Villains ride, As by his Servants it is said, With Weapons which they did provide Whilst he poor soul was not afraid, For harmless souls ner fear no ill. while villains seek their blood to spill Meeting with him as they desired, Their Hellish courage then grew hot, Into his Coach at him they fired, And into his belly him they shot, And so like Villains him they killd, & his most precious blood they spilld. Away like Villains then they fled; With horror doubtless in their mind, This worthy soul three quarters dead, Bleeding ith Coach they left behind: Now had the Villains got their will That sought his precious blood to spill When these unwelcome tydings came To Noble Monmouths wondring ear, His courage which none er could tame Did on a suddain plain appear, He strait pursud those that did spill. His precious blood that thought no ill This Noble Hero did all night Pursue these murtherers all in vain, Till Sol with his resplendant light Did to our sight return again, But could not find those that did kill That harmless soul as thought no ill But Heaven did presently find out What lovely Monmouth could not do, Twas well he was the Coach gone out, Or he might have been murthered too, I fear that they who this squire killd Poor Jameys blood would feign have spilld These Villains they were seiz[]d at last, And brought before his Majesty, This horrid thing they then confest Now Prisoners they in Newgate lie, And be condemned no doubt they will, that squire Thins sweet blood did spill Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1682 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Thynne_(died_1682)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Thomas Thynne (1647/8-12 February 1682) was an English landowner of the family that is now headed by the Marquess of Bath and politician who sat in the House of Commons from 1670 to 1682. He went by the nickname "Tom of Ten Thousand" due to his great wealth. He was a friend of the Duke of Monmouth, a relationship referred to in John Dryden's satirical work Absalom and Achitophel where Thynne is described as "Issachar, his wealthy western friend". <br /><br />Thynne was the son of Sir Thomas Thynne, and his wife Stuarta Balquanquill, daughter of Dr. Walter Balquanquill. His father was a younger son of Sir Thomas Thynne of Longleat, Wiltshire. In 1670 Thynne succeeded to the family estates at Longleat on the death of his uncle Sir James Thynne without issue. He also succeeded his uncle as Member of Parliament for Wiltshire, and sat until his death in 1682. <br /><br />On 15 November 1681 Thynne married the wealthy Lady Elizabeth Percy, only child of Joceline Percy, 11th Earl of Northumberland. Thynne was murdered on 12 February 1682 after the Swedish Count Karl Johann von Königsmarck began to pursue his wife. He was shot while riding in his coach in Pall Mall, London, by Königsmark and his three accomplices Christopher Vratz, John Stern and Charles George Borosky. The four were soon arrested; however Königsmark was acquitted of the murder (due to the corruption of the jury according to diarist John Evelyn) but Vratz, Stern and Borosky were hanged on 10 March 1682. <br /><br />Thynne's remains were interred in a marble tomb in Westminster Abbey. The tomb is decorated in part with a representation of the murder of Thynne in 1682. A popular ballad summed up the episode in form of a mock epitaph: <br />"Here lies Tom Thynne of Longleat Hall <br />Who ne'er would have miscarried; <br />Had he married the woman he slept withal <br />Or slept with the woman he married." Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London : Printed for J. Conyers at the Black Raven in Duck Lane Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.10.60; Bodleian, Wing M1078; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31359/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 31359</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3cc689ff39beef76f1c5e114af1d71db.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle giving an account of the most horrible and bloody murthering of the most worthy gentleman Thomas Thin, Esq., who was on Sunday, February the twelfth, 1682 barbarously killed in his own coach ... : and the names of the murtherers now lying in Newgate, who have confessed the same, are as followeth, Capt. Christopher Furatz, a German, George Boroskie, a Polander, John Stern a German, Fredrick Harder, and Amien Berg, accessaries : to the tune of Troy town. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Matchless murder hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ee1d71e48dfe5670d1a8b1e7f5b904e6.jpg 60a32feed909931af68780f619b24e2f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. My Virgins Treasure Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics OF all the pirates Ive heard or seen, The basest and Bloodiest is Captain Green, To treat our Merchant Ships at such a rate, After Robbery, his Crime to aggravate, Under pretence of setting them a shoar: Our Merchant Men them to devore. Which clearly is proven to be very true, He deserves to be hangd & all his Crue: How great was GODs providence in discovering This odious Murther, and it to Light bring! By a Villian pretended to marry a Lass, That Lives in Burntisland, if it had come to pass That he had obtained her to be his Bride, We should never known what did Drummond betid[e] As he was from Indies returning home, Whom Green basly murthered, when to Malabra come; This villian John Hynds, who at first did discover, Deserves to be hanged, for example to other Such Villians hereafter to deny what they say; once out of reveange, then with both hands to play And as for John Madder, who ought to have rather Preserved his Country, he deserves a Tadder; And that is too too little if he get his due: Hes the Bloodiest Villian of all the Crue. No Murther and Robbery was ever more clear Made evident, than this as doth now appear, By their own Declaration after Sentence given, Fearing to be debarred from Heaven If they die so hard hearted as not to confess, Or if by confessing they may have redress: Which if they obtain, theyl fall to a new, To Robe, to murther, then hang all the base Crue. Except the Chirurgion, the Cook and the Black, That yet remains of that Bloody pack: Because ingenious they were in their Narrations And constant were to their first Declaration, But for all the rest of so cruel a Crue, Hanging is too little if they get their due, And more especially Madder and Hynds should be hangd, drawn, quarterd, hung in chains! Let this to all hellish Villians hereafter prove. A warning from falling into such crimes, least Jove Pursue them with vengeance as he hath done Green And his Bloody Crue, whose practise has been, Of a long time to live by Piracie, and Murther, which we sufficiently see; To be most clear and evidently proven Let Green and his Crue to the Gallows be drive[n.] Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1705 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Singer calls for execution of crew of pirates Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Green_(captain)" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a> Thomas Green (1679/1680-1705) was an English sailor and alleged pirate, who was captain of the Worcester. He was hanged on Leith sands in Scotland along with two of his crew on 11 April 1705. <br /><br />Green was celebrated in a contemporary ballad: <br />Of all the pirates I've heard and seen<br />The basest and the bloodiest is Captain Green <br /><br />The Worcester was seized, probably at the bequest of the Secretary of the Company of Scotland (Roderick Mackenzie), when she came into the Firth of Forth simply to weather a storm; Green and his crew were alleged to have boarded a ship, the ironically named Speedy Return, off the Malabar coast in India, killed the crew, stolen the goods on board, then sold the ship. <br /><br />However, the evidence against Green has been considered flimsy; during the trial, the ship in question was never named, and neither the ship's owner nor any next of kin of the alleged deceased came forward. Furthermore, the exact time and place of the incident were never specified ("upon one or other Days of the Months of February, March, April or May, in the year 1703"). <br /><br />As the alleged incident was outside of Scottish waters, the veracity of the trial was also called into question; however the prosecution argued that the subjects of the piracy had, according to different witnesses, either sailed under an English flag or had spoken English, and as such, Green and his crew were subject to the justice of Admiralty. To further dispel any pretence of a fair trial, many of the crew were forbidden to provide evidence, and one of those who was allowed - the captain's Indian servant - had been "chained and nailed to the Floor of the Fore-Castle" at the time of the alleged incident." The evidence given by this hardly objective witness was accepted. The English historian G. M. Trevelyan complained that while "the 'evidence' did not even pretend to be more than hearsay [...] the court [was] drunk with patriotic prejudice." <br /><br />Green was sentenced to death, originally intended for the 3 April 1705, but this was postponed for a time at the request of the Queen's Privy Council. During this time it became known to those involved in the trial that survivors of the Speedy Return had arrived back in England, and were ready to testify to the innocence of Green and his colleagues. Nevertheless, the Crown's Scottish representatives failed to stand up to an angry Edinburgh mob, and did not postpone the execution date further. <br /><br />Green and two of his crew members, an Englishman, Simpson, and John Madder, a Scot, were found guilty and hanged on Leith Sands on 11 April. The men met their deaths, amongst the braying mob, with calm and resolve. It is probable that the Worcester was seized in an act of revenge against the East India Company (for whom Green had earlier worked) that had seized one of the last ships of the Company of Scotland, the Annandale, the previous year. After the executions of the three, the remaining crewmen were quietly released with no further charge. The incident caused great consternation and anger throughout much of England and provided fodder for the vitriolic patriots on both sides of the border. <br /><br />Trevelyan concluded that the deaths of the three men served as an outlet for a widely held Scottish resentment of their Anglo-centric government's mismanagement. Examples of the problems partially caused by this mis-governance included the Glencoe Massacre, the ill-fated Darien Scheme (the failure of which was partially attributable to King William's concession to English mercantile interest) and the "seven ill years" (seven bad harvests experienced by Scottish farmers between 1692 and 1698, blame for which must also lie partially with archaic tools, expertise and practices in use at that time). Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. piracy, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.9.609; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31311/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 31311</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ee1d71e48dfe5670d1a8b1e7f5b904e6.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="600"></iframe> Subtitle OR, A new Song on Captain Green and his bloody CRUE: To the Tune of, My Virgins Treasure. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Merites of PIRACIE murder piracy https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1d47cb74591f2c1ac7d6334f5e479d84.jpg 02a09a7ce4d7e7f515f573d01cee5780 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em><a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174">Packington's Pound</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Come listen a while and a Story you'll hear, That will strike you with dread & amazement & fear 'Tis of a vile Butcher which with bloody knife, Without all compassion did murther his wife, Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1697 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. [London] : Printed for John Foster, at the Grey-Hound, near the Noah's Ark Tavern, over-against Vine-street At. Giles's in the Fields. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Image / Audio Credit University of Glasgow Library - Euing, Euing Ballads 223r; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31714/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 31714<br /></a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/1d47cb74591f2c1ac7d6334f5e479d84.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Tune Data <em>Packington's Pound</em> is often cited as <em>Digby's Farewell,</em><em>Packingtons Pound</em> or <em>Amintas' Farewell.</em> The tune first appeared in 1671 and was popular for execution ballads (Simpson 1966, pp. 181-187, 564-570). Subtitle or, An account of George Feast, a butcher of Shoreditch, being found guilty ... for the barbarous bloody murther of his wife ... also some account of his penitent behaviour in Newgate. To the tune of, Packingtons pound. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The murtherer justly condemned, hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b59c3d55fa7d2af8c0171ba6e16e573e.jpg 291ad49c728ae6c8272edf97f2abff32 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/e0e1bdfab21c3612446ebbdf9136d44b.mp3 5241f2fcde58f16261fe66955f9e0497 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <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 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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/1135">Row Well Ye Marriners</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The pope in his fury doth answer returne, To a letter ye which to Rome is late come, I Doe esteme your kyndnes much For sendyng worde so sone, Your diligence it hath ben such It is ariued at Rome: But when I had pervsd your byl In that you set thereto your wyl And eke your mynd applyed vntyl The writyng of the same. I did beleue it to be true But surely I must say to you It greued mee those lines to vew Were wrtten in your name. [leaf motif]And sure it is no maruell loe For daylye I doe heare, The matter semeth to be so As amply doth appeare: For euery man doth tell for true The same that late was sent of you But out alas, your tidynges new Doth much appall my spirite. And makes me sweare and makes me teare To pull and hale, and rend my heare And brynges me dayly in dispaire To thinke on this despite. Œ_But sith there is no remedye That mine obedient chylde, Is hanged vp vpon a tree And to to much reuylde: What shoulde I doe but curse and ban And hurte them toe the worst I can For hanging vp so good a man That bare mee such good wyll? But yf I had him here at Rome His body should be shryned soone And masse at mornyng and at noone With chantyng of each bell. Œ_For euer shoulde be sayd and soung The deuyls to controvle, And prayers all aboute his tombe With senceyng for his soule: That neuer a deuyll so deepe in hell Shoulde once presume with him to mell Nor once approch his body tyll To vexe him any way. And I wolde kepe his body so That it from hence should neuer go And dyuers of my fryers mo For him should dayly pray. Œ_And gladly wolde I be reuengd On England yf I might, Because they haue toe much a abusd My Bull with great despight: And make thereat a laughing game And set but little by my name And much my holynes defame And dayly me dispyse. Their Queene hath chast the rebels all That loued to bow their knees to Ball And hanged their quarters on the wall As meat for crowes and pyes. Œ_But I wyll walke and dayly seke My Purgatorie thorow, And cause all the deuyls at my becke To me their knees to bow: And where as I may any fynde That to their Prince haue ben vnkynde Be sure, with mee they shall be shrynde As they deserued haue. And cheefly now Iohn Felton hee Shall euer be beloued of mee Because that he so louinglye My Bull did seeme to saue. Œ_But yf that I coulde haue at once The paryng of his toe, His head, his quarters, or his bones That with the wynde doe bloe: Then shoulde they be layd vp by mee As reliques of great dignitie For euery man that comes to see Those Iewels of such grace. The Nortons bones should so be shrynd That now hanges wauering in the wynd Yf that I coulde deuyse or fynd To bryug them to this place. Œ_And I wyll curse and ban them all That speake against my powre, And seekes to make my kyngdome fall My curse shall them deuowre: And yf that here I might you see For wrytyng lately vnto mee Be sure, ye should rewarded bee As best I coulde bethynke. And as for Wylliam Elderton That lately sent me worde to Rome Be sure that he should haue lyke dome To bye him pen and ynke. Œ_Take this as written from our grace That vnto you we send, Because we want both time and place To recompence you frend: As for the boyes that trump and scoff And at my holynes doe laugh I mynd to dresse them wel enough Yf case I had them here. And for my seruants that abyde And long haue had their pacience tryde From Romaine faith that wyl not slyde I wysh them all good there. S. P. 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 reply to '<a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/848">A letter to Rome...</a>' <br /><br />In this the Pope praises the steadfastness of the English Catholics John Felton, the Nortons, and Ball, and declares that he would welcome the opportunity to reward Peele and William Elderton for their missives to (ie against) him. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, by Alexander Lacie for Henrie Kyrkham, dwellyng at the signe of the blacke Boy: at the middle North dore of Paules church. Composer of Ballad S. P. (Steven Peele) Tune Data Livingston assumes it is Row Well Ye Mariners, but rhyme scheme is wrong... Subtitle To a letter ye which to Rome is late come, Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 pope in his fury doth answer returne, https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7b33d1e1b3165213c15e8bcd7d53517e.jpg f2408d907104b2bf6a7d2d7a5aef81c2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>The Young-Mans Legacy</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics WHile I in brief shall make appear, what sins are chiefest in this land, Who can forbear to shed a tear, when they these Lines shall understand Covetousness we see each day, to many other sins does lead, And when we shall to that give way, sad murthers does from thence proceed For money what will many do, to Satans service they'l engage, And will their hands in blood imbrue; O! is this not a sinful age. Tho' many for the same does stretch, yet some will eagerly run on, And does not fear to make a breach, in all the Laws of God and Man. Alas, we find the case is clear, offenders will no conscience make, Although their lives do pay full dear, yet they will not their sins forsake. And now in brief I will proceed, to tell what grieves my heart full sore, The like of this sad bloody deed, was hardly ever heard before. There was an honest Servant-Maid, that lived in the town of Lyn: Who of her life was soon betray'd, By Murther that notorious sin. It was the Mistriss and her Son, who prov'd this Maidens overthrow, There was no Creature, no not one, when they their Cruelty did show. To death they did this Damsel bring, she did their cruelty behold, What tempted them to do this thing, these very Lines shall here unfold. While she did in this place abide, a Servant with humility: A Friend or a Relation dy'd, who left to her a Legacy. This to her service then she brought, where wickedness was too too rife, For this they her destruction wrought, and suddenly they sought her life. One morning when she riss betimes, to do her work, and thought no ill, O! then they did commit this crime, her Guiltless blood they then did spill. They first agreed to knock her down, then presently her wicked Son, He drove a spike into her head, to finish what they had begun. When they had her destruction wrought. O! then the Son that wicked Elf, Did hang her that it might be thought to all, that she had hang'd her self. But Murther Heaven does forbid, the Blood does still for vengeance cry, Likewise we know it can't be hid, from our great Gods all-seeing Eye. She by their Cruelty did fall, alas! we may her grief condole, They did not give her time to call to God, to pitty her poor Soul. They to the Bar was brought at last, by this sad wicked Race they run, And there by Law they both were cast, first dy'd the Mother, then her Son. The fruits of Murther here we see, would make a Christians heart to bleed O that it may a warning be, to all that e're these lines shall read. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1685-1688 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A maidservant comes into a legacy; out of greed she is murdered by her mistress and her son, who drive a spike into her head and then try to make it look like she hanged herself. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lyn Tune Data <em>The Young-Mans Legacy</em> is not in <em>The British Broadsie Ballad and its Music</em> (Simpson 1966). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/7b33d1e1b3165213c15e8bcd7d53517e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.168; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20785/image#" target="_blank">EBBA 20785</a> Subtitle Being, a Relation of a Horrid Murther, commited upon a Maid Servant, in the Town of Lyn; by her Mistriss and her Son, for the Lucre of what she had: But they being apprehended for the same, was accordingly found Guilty, and was also Executed. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The sad effects of Covetousness. Female hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/0b425211b483e831782274747f556081.jpg 560965ba9a281f9e3b8715669f8e98c5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Lusty Gallant</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics TO mourne for my offences, and former passed sinnes, This sad and dolefull story, my heavy heart begins: Most wickedly I spent my time. devoide of godly grace: A lewder Woman never liv'd, I thinke in any place. Nare Buckingham I dwelled, and Susan Higges by name, Well thought of by good Gentlemen and Farmers of good fame: Where thus.for xx. yeares at least, I liv'd in gallant sort: Which made the Country marvell much, to here of my report. My state was not maintained, (as you shall understand) By good and honest dealings, nor labour of my hand: But by deceipt and couzening shifts the end whereof, we see Hath ever beene repaide with shame and ever like to be. My servants were young Countrey girles brought up unto my mind, By nature faire and beautifull, and of a gentle kinde: Who with their sweet intising eyes, did many Youngsters move To come by night unto my house in hope of further love. But still at their close meetings, (as I the plot had late) I slept in still at unawares, while they the wantons plaid. And would in question bring their names, except they did agree To give me money for this wrong, done to my house and me. This was but petty couzenage, to things that I have done: My weapon by the high-way side, hath me much money wonne: In mens attyre I oft have rode, upon a Gelding stout, And done great robberies valiantly, the Countries round about. I had my Scarfes and Vizards, my face for to disguise: Sometime a beard upon my chin, to blinde the peoples eyes. My Turkie blade, and Pistols good, my courage to maintaine: Thus took I many a Farmers purse well cram'd with golden gaine. Great store of London Marchants I boldly have bid Stand, And showed my selfe most bravely, a Woman of my hand, You rulsling Roysters, every one in my defence say then, Wee women still for gallant minds, may well compare with men. But if so bee it chanced, the Countries were beset, With hue and cryes and warrants into my house I get: And I so being with my Maides, would cloake the matter so, That no man could by any meanes, the right offender know. Yet God that still most justly, doth punish every vice, Did bring unto confusion my fortunes in a trice: For by a murther all my sinnes were strangly brought to light: And such desert I had by law, as justice claim'd by right. Upon the Heath of Misseldon, I met a woman there, And robd her, as from market, home-wards she did repaire: Which woman cald me by my name and said, that she me knew: For which, even with her lifes deare bloud, my hands I did imbrew. But after I had wounded, this women unto death, And that her bleeding body, was almost reft of breath: She gave a grone: and therewithall did spit upon my face, Three drops of blood, that never could be wiped from that place: For after I returned unto my house againe, The more that I it washde, it more appeared plaine: Each houre I thought that beasts, [&] birds this murther would reveale, Or that the ayre, so vile a deede, no longer would conceale. So heavy at my conscience, this wofull murther lay, That I was soone inforced, the same for to beware, And to my servants made it known, as God appointed me: For blood can never secret rest, nor long unpunisht be. My servants to the Justices, declar'd what I had said: For which I was attached, and to the Jayle convaied, And at the Sises was condemnd, and had my just desert: Even such a death let all them have, that beare so false a heart. Be warned by this story, you ru[s]sling Rosters all: The higher that you climbe in sinne the greater is your fall: For now the world so wicked is, in Maiden and in Wife That few, or none, can finde the way to lead an honest life. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1630? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Susan Higges, highway robber, blackmails young men whom she finds with the maids in her house and for 20 years robs people on the highway. Her final victim, a woman, recognises her and is killed for it, but spits blood in Higges' face that will not wash off. In fear, Higges confesses her crimes. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for H.G. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging? Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, highway robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Brickhill Assises Tune Data <ul><li>Reference: <em>Lusty Gallant</em> (Simpson 1966 pp. 476-78) </li> <li>Date: Tune was already well known in 1566 </li> <li><a href="http://roy25booth.blogspot.com/2008/06/lady-macbeth-of-chilterns.html" target="_blank">Link:</a> Tune on the right is sung to tune of <em>Lusty Gallant</em>, tune on left is the right words, but sung to <em>The London Prentice</em>.</li> </ul> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0b425211b483e831782274747f556081.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="650"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.113 (cf Roxburghe 1.424-425: adds extra stanza); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20002/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20002</a> Subtitle a lusty Countrey Wench, dwelling in Risborrow in Buckinghamshire, who for twenty yeeres, most gallantly maintained her selfe by Robberies on the high-way side, and such like practises. And lastly, how she was executed at Brickhill, at the Assises, for a murther by her committed upon Messeldon Heath. To the tune of Lusty Gallant. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 sorrowful complaint of Susan Higges, Female hanging highway robbery murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/aa69613b100a7b52c8d1e5b419901eb4.jpg 4bb69ecd8d97350d77065a26aadbee30 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <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/9f6f4a081376e9c82b74b24d31faa856.jpg faa1f09131897286872a0921031cfc8b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Bragandary</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics IF woefull objects may excite, the minde to ruth and pittie, Then here is one will thee affright in Westminsters faire Citie: A strange inhumane Murther there, To God, and Man as doth appeare: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. But God that rules the host of Heaven, did give me ore to sinne, And to vild wrath my minde was given, which long I lived in; But now too late I doe repent, And for the same my heart doth rent: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. Let all curst Wives by me take heed, how they doe, doe the like, Cause not thy Husband for to bleed, nor lift thy hand to strike; Lest like to me, you burne in fire, Because of cruell rage and ire: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. A Locke-Smith late in Westminster, my Husband was by trade, And well he lived by his Art, though oft I him ubbraide; And often times would chide and braule, And many ill names would him call: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. The second part. To the same Tune. I And my Husband foorth had bin, at Supper at that time, When as I did commit that sin, which was a bloody crime; And comming home he then did crave, A Shilling of me for to have: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. I vow'd he should no Money get, and I my vow did keepe, Which then did cause him for to fret, but now it makes me weepe; And then in striving for the same, I drew my knife unto my shame: oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. Most desperately I stab'd him then, with this my fatall knife, Which is a warning to Women, to take their Husbands life; Then out of doores I streight did runne, And sayd that I was quite undon, oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. My Husband I did say was slaine, amongst my Neighbours there, And to my house they straite way came, being possest with feare; And then they found him on the floore, Starke dead all weltring in his goore, oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my Husbands blood. Life faine I would have fetcht againe, but now it was too late, I did repent I him had slaine, in this my heavie state; The Constable did beare me then Unto a Justice with his men: oh murther, etc. Then Justice me to Newgate sent, untill the Sessions came, For this same foule and bloody fact, to answere for the same; When at the Barre I did appeare, The Jury found me guiltie there: oh murther, etc. The Judge gave sentence thus on me, that backe I should returne To Newgate, and then at a Stake, my bones and flesh should burne To ashes, in the winde to flie, Upon the Earth, and in the Skie. oh murther, etc. Upon the twelfth of Juely now, I on a Hurdle plac't, Unto my Excecution drawne, by weeping eyes I past; And there in Smith-field at a Stake, My latest breath I there did take: oh murther, etc. And being chayned to the Stake, both Reedes and Faggots then Close to my Body there was set, with Pitch, Tarre, and Rozen, Then to the heavenly Lord I prayd, That he would be my strength and ayde. oh murther, most inhumane, To spill my husbands blood. Let me a warning be to Wives, that are of hasty kinde, Lord grant that all may mend their lives, and beare my death in minde, And let me be the last I pray, That ere may dye by such like way. Oh Father for thy Sonnes sake, Forgive my sinnes for aye. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1628 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for M. T. Widdow Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/9f6f4a081376e9c82b74b24d31faa856.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Papys Ballads 1.122-1.123r; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20051/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20051</a> Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/930">A warning for all desparate VVomen</a> Tune Data <em>Bragandary</em> is a lost tune (Simpson 1966, p. 743). Subtitle Or, The lamentable Murther, of one goodman Dauis, LockeSmith in Tutle-streete, who was stabbed to death by his Wife, on the 29. of Iune, 1628. For which fact, She was Araigned, Condemned, and Adiudged. to be Burnt to Death in Smithfield, the 12. Iuly 1628. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 vnnaturall Wife: burning Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7cbda5be9c29cd247194ced36b13342f.jpg d3c8a56a81f8b3615ba00cb1330c9aaa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Dainty come thou to me</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith , a poore penitent prisoner in the Jayle of Bedford, which he wrote a short time before his death. To the tune of, Dainty come thou to me. I Am a Prisoner poore, Opprest with misery: O Lord doe thou restore that faith which wants in me. In woe I waile and weepe, In griping griefe I cry, In dungeon darke and deepe, In fetters fast I lye, Sighing I sit and moane, My foule offences all, My loathsome life is knowne, which makes me live in thrall. Ned Smith I am, the wight In prison that remaines, Tormented day and night, with bands and iron chaines. My joyes are turn'd to nought, My hopes are worne away, My wickednesse hath wrought my downe-fall and decay. Those gifts that God gave me, My wants for to supply, Abused much I have, To please my fantasie, My [n]ame I did denie, In B[ap]ti[s]me given me, That Sacrament whereby Regenerate I should be. No wit nor strength may serve The Law to satisfie: For death I doe deserve, In right and equity. For I offended have Nobles of high degree, What favour can I crave For life or liberty? But hope of life is past, My acts so hainous be: And liberty is lost, Till death doe set me free. All men both old and young Which are at liberty, And heare my dolefull song, Example take by me. Be true, and trust in God, Fly theft, and vice eschew, Lest Gods most heavy rod Correct your deeds untrue. Would I had ne'er bin borne To doe such wicked deeds, Which makes me live in scorne And shame that sore exceeds. But that which passed is, I cannot now recall: My sinnes and my amisse, O Lord forgive them all. Woe worth ill company, Fie on that filthy crue: Accurst the day may be That ever I them knew. If life and death were set Before me for to chose, Though I might pardon get, My life first would I lose, Then runne that wicked race, And doe as I have done, Sweet Jesus give me grace, That life so lewd to shun. Fare well my loving wife, Who sought to turne my minde, And make me mend my life, Thy words full true I finde. Farewell my children all, My tender Babes adue: Let this your Fathers fall, Be warning good for you. Deare wife, and Infants three, Serve God, remember this, That you true subjects be, Though I have done amisse. Farewell my Musick sweet, And Cittron silver sound, Mourning for me is meet, My sinnes doe so abound. O Lord, on bended knees, And hands lift up on hie, Cast on me gracious eyes, With grace my wants supply. Lay not unto my charge, The things that I have done, Though I have runne at large, And plaid the unthrift sonne. Yet now I doe repent, And humbly come to thee, My sinnes I doe lament, Sweet Jesus comfort me. O Lord I doe lament, And onely joy in thee, To praise thee day and night, For thou redeemedst me. Lord save our royall King Whose prisoner poore am I, Prolong his dayes on earth, With fame and victory. Against his Majesty, I have offended sore, Committing Felony, And now I die therefore, A dolefull death, God knowes, Which once I did defie: Thus must I end my woes Which I take patiently. By thee O Saviour sweet, In heaven I hope to rest, In joy where I shall meet, Those soules whom thou hast blest, Where we shall sing thy praise, O God, with voyces high, When I shall end my dayes, And live eternally. Printed at London for C.W. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1624 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London, for C.W. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. felony, but not clear Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Tune Data <em>Dainty come thou to me</em> is often linked with <em>Phillida Flouts me </em>and first appeared in 1600. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/7cbda5be9c29cd247194ced36b13342f.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="600"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.59 (see also Roxburghe 1.367, EBBA 30248); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20038/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20038</a> Subtitle a poore penitent prisoner in the Jayle of Bedford, which he wrote a short time before his death. To the tune of, Dainty come thou to me. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith, felony Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/a462c0aa4ce5a929d307515e3cfdae80.jpg a5e1594c5d4035d51e05d309ed9e6591 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics LOvers, I beg lend an Ear to this Story, See an Example in this constant Pair; How Love a Virgin did blast in her Glory, Beautiful Nancy of Yarmouth, we hear. She was a Merchants charming Daughter, Heiress to fifteen hundred a Year. A young Man courted her to be his Jewel, Son to a Gentleman who lived near. Many Years he courted this Jewel; When Infants in Love they both agreed; And when to Age this Couple arrived, Cupid an Arrow between them displayd. Their tender Hearts were linked together; But when her Parents the same did hear, They to their charming beautiful Daughter Acted a Part most base and severe. Bidding her give over her Intentions, For if against their Consent she did wed, Forevermore they resolvd to disown her, If she wed one that was so meanly bred. Her Mother said, You are a great Fortune, Besides, you are young and handsome; You are a Match, dear Child, that is fitting For ever a Lord in Christendom. Then made answer this handsome Daughter, Riches and Honour I do defy; If Im deprivd of my dearest Lover, Then farewel World, it is all Vanity. Jemmys the Man whom I do admire, He is the Riches whom I adore; To be a Great one I never desire, My Heart is fixed to have no more. Then said her father, Tis my Resolution, Altho I have no more Daughters than thee, If that with him you resolve to marry, Banishd for evermore thou shalt be. For the young Man he sent in a Passion, And said, For evermore now take thy leave, [I] have a Match more fit for my Daughter, Therefore it is in vain thus for to strive. Honoured Father, thus said the Maiden, Promisd we are by the Powers above; Then of all Pleasures do not bereave me, Our Love is fixed never to remove. Then, said her Father, a Trip to the Ocean You shall go in a Ship of my own; And I consent you shall have my Daughter, When to fair Yarmouth you do return. Honoured Sir, then said the Lovers, Since tis your Will, we must obey; Our constant Hearts shall never be parted, But our Desires no longer must stay. Than Nancy said, dearest Jemmy, Here take this Ring the Pledge of my Vows, With it my Heart keep safe in your Bosom, And bear it with you wherever you go. Then close in his Arms he did enfold her, While Tears did d[own l]ike Fountains flow Saying in return [?]y [I]ll give you, you shall be p[re]sent [w]herever [?] [g]o When on the Ocean I am a sailing The Thoughts of you the Compass will steer, Till tedious Absence the Time will devour And bring me safe to the Arms of my Dear. Therefore be constant my dearest Jewel, For, by the Heavens, if thou art untrue, My Ghost shall haunt you for ever: Dead or Alive I must have none but you. Her Arms then round his Neck she twined, Saying, when thou art on the Sea, If the Fates unto us should prove cruel, That we each other no more should see, No one alive shall ever enjoy me. When the Tydings of thy Death I hear, Then like a sad distracted Lover, Down to the Grave I will go with my Dear. Then with a dismal Sigh he departed, The Wind it blew a pleasant Gale; All being ready, the famd Mary Galley For the Island of Barbados did sail. Many Lords of high Birth and Breeding Came a Courting to this bright Maid: But their Presents and Favours she slighted, Constant Ill be to my Jemmy, she said. Now for a Time lets leave this Maiden, And shew how Things with her Lover did go. In fair Barbados the Ship was laden: But now observe his sad Overthrow. Jemmy was handsome in each Feature, A Barbados Lady, whose Fortune was great, Fixd her Eyes on him, saying, If I have not This handsome Sailor, I die for his sake. She dressed herself in rich Attire, With rich Jewels she plaited her Hair; An Hundred Slaves for to attend her. She sent for the young Sailor there. Come noble Sailor, now can you love me? A Lady whose Honour and Riches are great, An hundred Slaves there are to attend thee, with Musick to lull thee to thy silent Sleep. In Robes of Gold then I will deck thee, Pearls and rich Jewels Ill lay at thy Feet; In a Charriot of Gold you shall ride with Pleasure if you can love me answer me strait. Amazd with Wonder, awhile he gazed, forbear, sweet Lady, then he cryd; For in old England Ive vowd to a Lady at my Return to make her my Bride. She is a charming beautiful Creature and has my Heart, I can have no more; I bear in Mind her beauteous Features, no other Creature but her I adore. Hearing this, she ravd in Distraction, crying, unfortunate Maid thus to love One that doth slight me and my Glory, and of my Person does not approve. Lords of Renown I have slighted now must I die for a Sailor bold. I must not blame him for being so constant, true Love is better than Silver and Gold. A curious Jewel then she gave him, within her Hand she held a Knife; One fatal Stroke ere they could stop her, did put an End to her tender Life. Great Lamentation was made for the Lady, Jemmy on board the Ship did steer, And then to England he was a sailing with great Desire to meet his Dear. But her Father found he was coming, a Letter he writ to the Boatswain his Friend; Saying a handsome Reward I will give you if you the Life of young Jemmy will end. Quite void of Grace, and for sake of Money, the Boatswain did the same compleat; As they on the Deck were a walking, he tumbled him into the Deep. All in the Night when he was sleeping, his Ghost unto his Love did appear; Crying, arise, sweet beautiful Susan. perform the Vow you made to your Dear. You are my own, so tarry no longer, Seven long Years for thee I did stay: Jove does wait to crown us with Pleasure, the Bride Guests are ready, so come away, Cries she, whos there under my Window? surely it is the Voice of my Dear; Lifting her Head from the downy Pillow, strait to the Casement she did repair. O Jemmy, she said, if my Father hears it, we shall be ruind both I fear; At the Sea-side there I will meet you, and with my Maids I will meet you there. Her Gown was embroiderd with Gold, carelesly round her Body she threw; And with both her Maids to attend her to meet het Love she did instantly go. Close in his Arms then he enfolds her, Jemmy, says she, you are colder than Clay, You are not the Man whom I admire, paler than Death you appear to me. Yes, fair Creature, I am your Lover, dead or alive you know you are mine; I came for your Vow, and you must follow, my Body unto the silent Grave. I for your Sake refusd Gold and Silver, Riches and Jewels I did despise; A charming Lady did for me expire, thinking of thee I was deaf to her Cries. Your cruel Parents have been my Undoing. ansl now I sleep in a watry Tomb; Now for your Promise Dear I am suing, dead or alive you are my own. The trembling Lady was much affrighted, amazd she stood at the brink of the Sea, And with Eyes up-lifted said cruel Parents, you have been the Cause of my Misery. Certain it is I promisd thee sweet Jewel, dead or alive for to be thy own; Now to perform my Vows I am ready, to follow thee to the watery Tomb. The Maidens heard her Lamentation, but the Apparition could not see; Thinking their Lady was in Distraction, strove to persuade her contented to be. But she cried dearest Im coming, and in thy Arms I soon shall be, When she had spoke the unfortunate Lady plunged herself quite into the Sea. But when her Father heard of the same, he said, O! what have I done? My dearest Child, it was a cruel Father that provided thee a watery Tomb. Two or three Days being expired, these two unfortunate Lovers were seen In each others Arms in the Waves floating, by the Ships Side in the watery Main. The cruel Boatswain struck with Horror, then did confess the Fact he had done, Shewing the Letter he had from her Father, which was the Cause of these Lovers Doom. On board of Ship he was tryd for Murder, at the Yard-Arm he was hangd for the same Her Father broke his Heart for his Daughter. before the Ship to the Harbour came. Thus cursed, Gold caused Distraction. why should the Rich thus covet Gain. I hope this Story will be a Warning, that cruel Parents may not do the same. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1728-1731 ? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Two young lovers, Nancy and Jemmy, from Yarmouth, are not allowed to wed by her rich parents who seek a more fitting match. The father sends Jemmy on a ship to the Americas where a rich lady falls in love with him. When he spurns her because of his love for Nancy she kills herself. During his return to England, Nancy's father bribes the boatswain to murder him by drowning. His ghost appears to Nancy and asks her to join her in a watery grave; she agrees. The boatswain confesses to his part in the murder of Jemmy, and is hanged at the Yard-Arm. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed and Sold at the Printing-Office in Bow-Church-Yard, London. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Yard-Arm (Yarmouth?) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/a462c0aa4ce5a929d307515e3cfdae80.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit British Library - Roxburghe, C.20.f.558-559; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31259/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31259</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The YARMOUTH Tragedy; OR, The CONSTANT LOVERS. hanging Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ea72ee6d7e40932e323fce957a890370.jpg 82b5875e11c301a56275a2fc502c4fa1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1174"><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/1482d00e9b5601d2d51b0a5657c0d595.jpg 66596e51f8d7052dd328d781745bc89c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I'll tell you of a story of lovly Butchers three, There's Wilson, Gibson, Johnson, mark well what I shall say, For they took Five Hundred Pounds Sir for to pay it all away, For they took Five Hundred sir for to pay it all away. As they rid on the Road sir, and as fast as they could trig, Strike up your hearts sayes Johnson for weel have a merry jgg With a high ding ding, with a hoe ding ding, with a high ding ding dee, and God bless all good people from evil company. As they rid on the Road sir, as fast as they could hie, Strike up your hearts says Johnson, for I hear a woman cry, With that he steps into the Wood, and looks himself all round, & there he spy'd a woman with her hair bound unto the ground. O woman, O woman, quoth Johnson, hast thou no evil company O no, O no, says the woman, and alack how can that be, For there came ten swaggering blades by, and thus abused me, For there came ten swaggering blades by, and thus abused me. Johnson being of a valient heart, and he bore a valient mind; He wrapt his Cloak about her, for to keep her from the wind. with a high ding ding, with a hoe ding ding, with a high ding ding dee, and God bless all good people from evil company. Strike up your hearts sayes Johnson for its dark all in the sky She put her finger in her Ear, and she gave a shreeking cry; With that there came Ten swaggering Blades with their weapons ready drawn? And they boldly came to Johnson, and bolder bid him stand; I will not fight says Wilson, for I had rather dye, Or I to fight sayes Gibson, for I had rather [fl]ie: Come on, come on sayes Johnson, and fight a man so free, Or stand you still behind my back, and I'le win the Victorie; Then Johnsons Pistols they flew off, till five of them were slain, And then he drew his Hanger with all his might and main, And play'd it about so manfully, till Three more he had slain, And play'd it about so manfully, till Three more he had slain. Come on, come on, says the other two, and let us make away, For if that we do hold him too't, our lives he takes away: O no, O no, quoth the woman, and alack how can that be, For if you do not hold him to't then hanged you shall be, Johnson fighting these two thieves before, the woman he did not mind, And a sighing these two thieves before, she knockt him down behind, O woman, O woman, quoth Johnson, alack what have you done You have kill'd the bravest Butcher that ever England won. Just as she had killed him, there came one riding by And saw the deed which she had done, and seiz'd her presently, She was condemn'd for to be hang'd in Iron Chains so strong At the place where she did Johnson that great & mighty wrong. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1700 ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Bissel at the Bible and Harp in West-/ smith-field. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Tune Data <a href="http://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/recordings/P2.176.mp3" target="_blank">EBBA recording </a> to <em>The Spanish Gypsies </em>(Simpson 1966, pp. 675-77). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/1482d00e9b5601d2d51b0a5657c0d595.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Lobrary, Pepys Ballads 2.176 (cf. Roxburghe 3.496-497, EBBA 31196; Euing 1.235, EBBA 31733); <a href="http://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20793/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20793</a> Subtitle How three Butchers went to pay Five Hundred Pounds away, and hearing a Woman crying in a Wood, went to relieve her, and was there set upon by these Ten High-Way Men, and how only stout Johnson fought with them all, who kill'd Eight of the Ten, and last was kill'd by the Woman whom he went to save out of the Wood. To an Excellent New Tune. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A New Ballad of Three Merry Butchers AND Ten High-Way Men, Female hanging in chains murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ea4a8f7f674c82933ffacc13000f83a9.jpg b074d6a9fddd3593f58e247fc4c3d744 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b9a3687182c9ca4455af9b61309d4844.mp3 7b34501c83a1191552b6efad4bef5f89 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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/1172">The Ladies Fall</a></em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics UNto the world to make my moane, I know it is a folly, Because that I have spent my time, which have beene free and jolly, But to the Lord which rules above, I doe for mercy crie, To grant me pardon for the crime, for which on earth I dye. Hells fiery flames prepared are, for those that live in sinne, And now on earth I tast of some, but as a pricke or pin, To those which shall hereafter be, without Gods mercy great, Who once more calls us to account, on his Tribunall Seate. Then hasty hairebraind wives take heed, of me a warning take, Least like to me in coole of blood, you burn't be at a stake; The woman which heere last did dye, and was consum'd with fire, Puts me in minde, but all to late, for death I doe require. But to the story now I come, which to you Ile relate, Because that I have liv'd like some, in good repute and state, In Westminster we lived there, well knowne by many friends, Which little thought that each of us, should have come to such ends. A Smith my husband was by trade, as many well doe know, And divers merry dayes we had, not feeling cause of woe, Abroad together we had bin, and home at length we came, But then I did that fatall deede, which brings me to this shame. He askt what monies I had left, and some he needes would have, But I a penny would not give, though he did seeme to crave, But words betwixt us then did passe, as words to harsh I gave, And as the Divell would as then, I did both sweare and rave. The second Part, To the same tune. And then I tooke a little knife, and stab'd him in the heart. Whose Soule from Body instantly, my bloody hand did part, But cursed hand, and fatall knife and wicked was that houre, When as my God did give me ore unto his hellish power. The deede no sooner I had don, But out of doores I ran, And to the neighbours I did cry, I kil'd had my good man, Who straight-way flockt unto my house, to see that bloody sight, Which when they did behold with griefe, it did them much affright. Then hands upon me there was lay'd, And I to Prison sent, Where as I lay perplext in woe, and did that deede repent, When Sizes came I was arraign'd, by Jury just and true, I was found guilty of the fact, for which I have my due. The Jury having cast me then, to judgment then I came, Which was a terrour to my heart, and to my friends a shame, To thinke upon my husbands death, and of my wretched life, Betwixt my Spirit and my flesh, did cause a cruell strife. But then the Judge me sentence gave to goe from whence I came, From thence, unto a stake be bound to burne in fiers flame, Untill my flesh and bones consum'd, to ashes in that place, Which was a heavie sentence then, on on[e] so voyd of grace. And on the twelfth of July now, I on a sledge was laid, To Smithfield with a guard of men I streight way was conveyd, Where I was tyed to a stake, with Reedes was round beset, And Fagtos, Pitch, and other things which they for me did get. Now great Jehovah I thee pray, my bloudy sinnes forgive, For on this earth most wretched I unworthy am to live. Christ Jesus unto thee I pray, and unto thee I cry, Thou with thy blood wilt wash my sinnes away, which heere must dye. Good wives and bad, example take, at this my cursed fall, And Maidens that shall husbands have, I warning am to all: Your Husbands are your Lords & heads, you ought them to obey, Grant love betwixt each man and wife, unto the Lord I pray. God and the world forgive my sinnes, which are so vile and foule, Sweete Jesus now I come to thee, O Lord receive my Soule. Then to the Reedes they fire did put, which flamd up to the skye, And then she shriek'd most pittifully, before that she did dye. The Lord preserve our King & Queene, and all good Subjects blesse, And Grant the Gospell true and free, amongst us may encrease. Betwixt each husband and each wife, send lond and amitie, And grant that I may be the last. that such a death did dye. [F]INIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1628 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for F. Coules Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Tune Data <div class="element"> <div class="element-text"><em>The Ladies Fall</em> (Simpson 1966, pp, 98, 104, 105, 248, 369-371, 368), is linked with<em> In Peascod Time. </em>Tune first appeared in 1597.</div> </div> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ea4a8f7f674c82933ffacc13000f83a9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="561"></iframe> <br /><iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b9a3687182c9ca4455af9b61309d4844.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="400" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.120-121; <a href="http://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20050/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20050</a>.  Audio recording by Hannah Sullivan.<br /><br /> Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/925">The vnnaturall Wife</a> Subtitle By the example of Alice Dauis who for killing of her husband was burned in Smithfield the 12 of Iuly 1628. to the terror of all the beholders. 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 One of two ballads about Alice Davis, convicted of petty treason for the murder of her husband and burned at the stake in Smithfield, London in 1628. Davis was one of a spate of executions of women for this crime in early seventeenth-century London, and the ballad's judgmental tone is meant to teach a lesson of subservience to all listening wives. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 for all desperate VVomen. Audio recording burning Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7adba4cdd9dce0efcdddfd747c024a6c.jpg 782e9d1c511f0813b947e1d31141cd5a https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/062bf624229fd0d40aee01a5e8489975.jpg 75d3ad081b5306621d1c8208d61edbf4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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>Bragandary</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALas what wretched bloody times doe we vile sinners live in! What horrid and what cruell crimes are done in spight of heaven! What barberous murders now are done none fowler since the world begun! Oh women, Murderous women. whereon are your minds? The Story which I now recite, expounds you meanings evill Those women that in blood delight, Are ruled by the Devill, Else how can th' wife her husband kill, Or th' Mother her owne childs blood spill, Oh women, Murderous women, etc. At Cow-crosse, neere to Smithfield-barres, adjacent to the City, A man ands wife at houshold jarres long liv'd, the more's the pitty, Like Cat and Dog they still agree'd; Each small offence did anger breed: Oh Women, etc. She oftentimes would beat him sore, and many a wound she gave him, Yet hee'd not live from her therefore, to stay ill fate would have him, Till she with one inhumane wound, Threw him (her husband) dead toth' ground, Oh women, etc. Upon the 8 of Aprill last, betweene this man and wife, Some certaine words of difference past; and all their cause of strife, Was but about a trifle small, yet that procur'd his fatall fall, Oh women, etc. This was about the houre of tenne, or rather more that night, When this was done, whereof my Pen, in tragicke stile doth write; The maner of's death most strange appeares Being struck ith' neck with a pair of sheeres, Oh women, etc. As many of the neighbours say, that thereabout doe dwell, This couple had most part oth' day beene drinking, so they tell, And comming home at night so late, She did renew her former hate. Oh women, etc. The second part To the same tune ANother woman that was there, she out oth' doores did send, And had her fetch a Pot of Beere, oh then drew nere his end, For ere the woman came againe, This wife had her owne husband slaine: Oh women, Murderous women, whereon are your minds? She long had thirsted for his blood, (even by her owne confession) And now her promise she made good, so heaven gave permission To Satan, who then lent her power And strength to do't that bloody houre. Oh women, etc. It seemes that he his head did leane toth' Chimney, which she spide, And straight she tooke, (O bloody queane) her Sisers from her side, And hit him therewith such a stroake Ith necke, that (some thinke) he nere spoke. Oh women, etc. She having done that monstrous part, (woe worth her for her labour) No power had from thence to start, but went unto a neighbour, And told him, that she verily thought, that she her husbands death had wrought. Oh women, etc. The man amaz'd to heare the same, caught hold of her, and said, Ile know the truth, and how this came, if such a part to be plaid, No sooner had he said the same, But neighbours did her fact proclaime. Oh women, etc. Then to New Prison was she sent, because it was so late, And upon the next day she went (through Swithfield to New Gate, Where she did lye untill the Session, To answer for her foule transgression. Oh women, etc. Where she condemned was by Law, in Clarkenwell to be burned, Unto which place they did her draw, where she to ashes turned, A death, though cruell, yet too milde For one that hath a heart so vlide. Oh women, etc. Let all good wives a warning take, in Country and in City, And thinke how they shall at stake be burned without pitty. If they can have such barbarous hearts, What man or woman will take their parts, Oh women, Murderous women. whereon are your minds? Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1629 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=66021&amp;strquery=francis" target="_blank">'Middlesex Sessions Rolls: 1629', Middlesex county records: Volume 3: 1625-67 (1888), pp. 25-30. </a><br /><br />8 April, 5 Charles I. - True Bill that, at Cowcrosse co. Midd. on the said day, Katherine Francis, late the wife of Robert Francis alias Katherine Francis late of the said parish spinster, assaulted the said Robert then her husband, and then and there murdered him by stabbing him with a pair of scissors in the neck, so that he then and there died instantly. G. D. R., . . . . April, 5 Charles I. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London for F. G. on Snow-hill. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Clerkenwell Composer of Ballad Martin Parker Tune Data <em>Bragandary</em> is a lost tune (Simpson 1966, p. 743). Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 1.118-119; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20049/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20049</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/7adba4cdd9dce0efcdddfd747c024a6c.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Subtitle By the example of one Katherine Francis, alias Stoke, who for killing her husband, Robert Francis with a paire of Sizers, on the 8. of Aprill at night, was burned on Clarkenwell-greene, on Tuesday, the 21 of the same moneth, 1629. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 for wiues, burning English Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f4d5c79a9099b3b7c9549a298c5c6fe9.jpg 9b7754c80fa1ed85c93f6fe780539528 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>Troy Town</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics [...]y strange I shall relate, [...] like before was rarely known, [...]est in the Book of Fate, [...] of late by Fate been done: [...] cruel Wretch that wed, [...] to him most kind and true, [...] he did frequent her Bed, [...]er evil ways he knew. [...] wicked woman he, [...]npted to a Second wife, [...] the Law can never be, [...] the first, retaining life. When to make way to such a deed, he was resolv'd his wife should dye, Offering to those that would proceed, in such a Monstrous villany. Five pounds, but none so wicked were, to undertake the hellish act, Which made himself not to forbear, to do the bloody Hellish fact: When under a pretence of Love, he sent for the poor wretch whose fate, Soon did to her destruction prove, how deep she was in his curst hate. She lovingly misdoubting not, what was decreed against her life, Nor in the least did doubt the plot, but like a good obedient wife, Came to the man whom she loved most, who seem'd as kind as heretofore, Took her a Lodging, and did boast, he would each day increase loves store. She well believes and is content, to yield to him in every thing, Not thinking that her death was meant, and that a Bee, so kind would sting. One morning towards Hamstead she, Together with her Husband went, Who was by Hells confedracy, on her most sad destruction bent. When near to Hamstead they were come, and he espied the coast was clear, He with a Pistol sign'd her doom, and left her dead as did appear: For which being try'd and doom'd to dye he greatly did bewail his Fate, And beg that God would now pass by, the dreadful Crime he thought but late Did sore repent, wishing all men, by his Just fall would warning take And not to rush on sins that when, committed brought their lives to slake: And life not only, but that part, the soul Immortal unless he, Who dy'd for man did grace impart, out of abundant Clemency. Desiring all to pray for him, That Christ would pardon his [sin] And that he who did once redeem [...] the Thief. would now extend a[...] His Holy arms, and purge the Gu[ilt] of blood most Innocent and Jus[t] Which wicked he most vilely spe[ilt...] in violating so his trust. Praying again that all would take example by his end and be, More loving and never forsake, her whom his bosome friend mu[st be...] But lovingly still still accord, in peace and kindness Unity, And daily strive to fear the Lord['s...] This said, he unto God commend[s] His spirit though polute with sin Hoping he might at his blest hand[s] Receive a pardon and ye[t] win His favour to his wretched Soul, then was he turned off to grim [Death...] In chains to hang without Contr[ol...] when he had lost his latest breath. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684-1686 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Man shoots wife Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Wright, I. Clarke, W. Thackeray/ and T. Passinger Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging in chains Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Tune Data <em>Troy Town</em>, is also known as <em>Queen Dido</em> (Simpson 1966, pp. 587-590). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f4d5c79a9099b3b7c9549a298c5c6fe9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 3.358v; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/21374/image" target="_blank">EBBA 21374</a> Subtitle OR, [...] d and Lamentable Relation of the Condemnation, [...], and Excecution, of John Gower Coach-Maker, who was this 23d day of May, [...] executed for Murthering his Wife, by shooting her with a Pistol. Together with [...] er of his Behaviour and Penitent Expiration. Murther doth seldom scape, Hell cannot hide, The Wretch from Fate, Whose hands in Blood is dy'd. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Warning to Murtherers: English hanging in chains Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/36a21786266a037c565a658cbca95e0a.jpg bfe279fd5287bb5b1a04377a31d17323 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170"><em>Russell's Farewell</em></a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics BEhold these sorrows now this day, you that are standers by, All former joys are fleed away, now I am brought to die: My heart is fill'd with fear and dread, for here is no relief, Since I a sinful life have led, I nothing see but Grief. I spent my days with roaring boys, and little thought of death, But where are all those fading joys, now I must loose my breath: Now they are clearly fleed from me, and there is no relief, Alas! alas! I nothing see, but bitter clouds of Grief. Alas! the follies of my youth comes fresh into my mind; Had I been guided by the truth, then had I left behind A better name then now I shall, alas! here's no relief; I by the hand of justice fall, and nothing see but Grief. Bold Francis Winter is my name, who seem'd to bear the sway, But now, alas! in open shame I do appear this day: My former joys have taken flight, for here is no relief; Grim Death appears this day in sight, which fills my soul with Grief. I must acknowledge this is true, that when in arms we rose, I was the captain of that crew which did the sheriff oppose: 'Tis said a man was slain by me, therefore here's no relief, For I must executed be, and nothing see but Grief. Whether I kill'd the man or no, I cannot justly [say] But since in arms we [ ] we seem'd to disobey The city's lawful magistrate; therefore here's no relief. And I must here submit to fate, I nothing see but Grief. It was against the wholesome laws of this my native land, To rise in arms, and be the cause of that rebellious band, Who broke through law and justice too, of which I was the chief, For which I bid the world adieu; I nothing see but Grief. Let my misfortunes teach the rest obedience to the laws; Let them not magistrates molest, for that has been the cause Of shedding blood, for which I die, I being there the chief; The very minute's drawing night, I nothing see but Grief. I ofrentimes have wish'd, in vain, that I had not been there; Nay, were it to be done again, I shou'd that deed forbear, And not myself with such inthral, tho' then I was the chief; But what is past, I can't recal, I nothing see but Grief. The thousands that are standing by, alas! you little know My inward grief and misery, and what I undergo: O let me have your prayers this day, my sorrows here condole: I now have nothing more to say, but, Lord receive my soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <strong><em><a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?id=t16930426-45&amp;div=t16930426-45&amp;terms=francis_winter#highlight" target="_blank">The Proceedings of the Old Bailey: London's Central Criminal Court, 1674 to 1913</a> </em></strong><br /><br />Francis Winter, otherwise called Captain Winter, who lived lately in White-Fryars , was arraigned and tried upon an Indictment of Murther, for killing one John Chandlor , with a Leaden Bullet shot out of a Blunderbus, value 10s. giving him a mortal Wound upon the Calf of his Right Leg, of the breadth of one Inch, and of the depth of three Inches; upon the 4th of July 1691, of which Wound so given by the said Francis Winter, he the said Chandlor died the 7th day of the same Month, in the Ward of St. Andrews Wardrobe ; the matter of Fact was after this manner; there being a Riot and a Mutiny raised in White-Fryars , by reason the Gentlemen of the Inner-Temple were offended at a Passage that leads from the Fryars into the Temple Walks, so would stop it up, which White-Fryars men opposing, the Gentlemen sent to acquaint the High Sheriffs of London (viz.) Sir Francis Child , and Sir Edward Clarke , who came by vertue of their Authority to appease the Rout; but they would not be persuaded to peace, but made a hot Resistance; and there were gathered together to the number of about fourscore, the Prisoner being at the head of them, as their Captain and Leader, presenting a Blunderbus against the Sheriffs Officers, shooting it against them; and the deceased Chandlor being unfortunately in the Croud to assist the High-Sheriffs, he was shot by the said Winter into the Calf of his Leg, as aforesaid; and he declared before his Wife, and others who were his Friends, that it was Captain Winter that shot him, for he knew him very well, and described him by his Garb, he having on a White Wastcoat, and a Cap button'd up on one side, in which Equipage the said Winter was in at the same time; all was very clearly and particularly proved against the Captain: And he had very little to urge in his own defence, only denied that he shot the said Chandlor, and that others shot beside him; but then the Court directed the Jury, as to point of Law in the matter; telling them, That where any Lawful Authority shall be opposed by any Riot, or Riotous Assembly, this implied Malice in Law, in the Persons so offending, and they were all equally guilty; and consequently, if the Prisoner did not shoot Chandlor, yet he was guilty of Murther, because he did abet, promote, stir up, and maintain such a Rebellious and Unlawful Assembly; So the Jury having well considered of their Verdict, they brought the Prisoner in guilty of Murther.<br /><br />Tim Hitchcock, Robert Shoemaker, Clive Emsley, Sharon Howard and Jamie McLaughlin, <em>et al.</em>, <em>The Old Bailey Proceedings Online, 1674-1913</em> (www.oldbaileyonline.org, version 7.0, 15 January 2019).<br /><br /> Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Angel in Guiltspur-street. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Whitefriars Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/36a21786266a037c565a658cbca95e0a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.188; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20803/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20803</a> Subtitle OR, THE White-Fryers Captain's Confession and Lamentation, Just before his Execution at the Gate of White-Fryers, on the 17th of this instant May, 1693. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Francis Winter's last Farewel: English Male https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/47216cd1041ff160903c509e573c18e9.jpg 3061b13cb608119b65a26c0051389ff9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <em>No Ignoramus Juries now</em> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics ALL you that standeth near me, Pray listen now, and hear me, Tho's false I Swore, I ne'r will more, My Friends, you need not fear me. No daring, nor baring With any false declaring: The Pillory's my destiny, [For my unlawful Swearing.] Good Fortune now refuse me, If I think they abuse me; I did confess, cou'd I do less? My Conscience did accuse me. No daring, nor baring With any false declaring; The Pillory's my destiny, [For my unlawful Swearing.] I'de have you now believe me, There's something still does grieve [me] I need not tell, you know full well, My Touch-Stone did deceive me: No daring, nor bearing With any false declaring; The Pillory's my Destiny, For my unlawful Swearing. When Lords lay in the Tower, Then to my utmost power, The Loyali'st men; I swore agen, That I might them devour: No daring, etc. Of this I now am weary, For why I can't be merry, The Thoughts of Hill, torments me still, And so does Green and Berry, No daring, etc. My peace I have confounded, And am in grief surrounded, Their Blood I spilt, and now with guilt My Conscience I have wounded: No daring, etc. This being discontented, I bitterly lamented, That hanious crime, but in due time, In heart I have repented: No daring, etc. I send my mournful ditty, Through e'ry Town and City, Let me not fail, but now prevail, To gain the Nations pitty: No daring, etc. My Conscience waxing tender, My self I did surrender, And did not spare for to declare, I was a foul offender, no daring, etc. I'le be no ill retainer, For why I am no gainer, From Perjury I will live free, And e'ry Misdemeanour: No daring, nor bearing With any false declaring; The Pillory's my destiny, for my unlawful Swearing. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1686 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Prance" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Miles Prance (fl. 1678) was an English Roman Catholic who was caught up in and perjured himself during the Popish Plot and the anti-Catholicism of London during the reign of Charles II. He was born on the Isle of Ely, the son of a Roman Catholic, and he rose quickly from humble origins as an apprentice goldsmith to servant-in-ordinary to Catherine of Braganza, Charles II's queen. He was married and with a family, living in Covent Garden at the time of his arrest. <br /><br />Sir Edmund Berry Godfrey died in October of 1678. Godfrey had been militating against Jesuits around the time of the Popish Plot. Prance was known to be Roman Catholic and suspicion fell upon him for the death, which appeared to be suicide. William Bedloe, later a Popish Plot accuser, investigated Prance and interrogated one John Wren, Prance's lodger who owed rent. Wren stated that Prance had been out of the house on the night of the murder. Prance was arrested and confined to Newgate Prison. <br /><br />In prison, Prance confessed and then recanted. He then confessed to a different version and recanted that. Finally, after being visited by William Boys, Gilbert Burnet, and William Lloyd, he confessed and said that two Irish priests, a "Fitz-gerald" and a "Kelly", told him of a plot to kill Godfrey. He said that Henry Berry, Robert Green, Thomas Godden and Godden's servant, Lawrence Hill, followed and strangled Godfrey while Prance kept watch. They then hid Godfrey's body in the palace and waited before placing it in a ditch and running it through with Godfrey's own sword, to look like the discrediting death by suicide. <br /><br /> Berry, Green, and Hill were arrested, and Godden fled to Europe. Prance perjured himself in the trial, and all three men were executed. He then split the reward for finding the killers with Bedloe. Bedloe and Titus Oates used Prance to inform on several Roman Catholics during the Popish Plot. He offered evidence against Harcourt and Fenwick, two Jesuit priests, in June of 1679 and received a £50 pension from the King in January of 1680. He also helped Oates attack Roger L'Estrange and wrote pamphlets defending himself against charges of multiple contradictions. After the breaking of the Plot, he assumed a lower public profile. <br /><br />However, when James II came to the throne, Prance was tried. He was found guilty of perjury in 1686 and was fined £100, ordered to stand in the pillory, and to be whipped. Catherine interceded on his behalf to prevent the last of these punishments, arguing that he had returned to the Roman Catholic faith and was repentant. He said that only fear for his life had compelled him to lie and inform and that his mistreatment in prison had coerced his testimony. In 1688, he tried to flee to France. He was captured, questioned before the House of Lords, and then permitted to leave England. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in / Guilt-Spur-Street. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. pillory Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. perjury Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Tune Data Recording is <em>Lay By Your Pleading</em> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/47216cd1041ff160903c509e573c18e9.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.236; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20850/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20850</a> Subtitle OR, MILES PRANCE His Sorrowful Lamentation for his foul Offences. In heart I grieve, you may believe, was it to do again; I'd ne'r agree, to Perjury, nor any such like thing. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Perjury Punish'd with equal Justice; English Male perjury pillory