7 50 458 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8eeb0d5ca2d7c708315ce890db2e6c9e.jpg 3d3196caa3af9ea49460f6c055c0d58f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Chloris, Since Thou Art Fled Away Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics YOu bold undaunted Souls attend To me, who did the Laws offend; For now I come to let you know What provd my fatal overthrow, And brought my Glory to decay; it was my Gang, for whom I hang, Well-a-day, well-a-day. Unto a Duke I was a Page, And succourd in my tender Age, Until the Devil did me intice, To leave of Vertue, and follow Vice; No sooner was I led astray, but Wickedness, did me possess, Well-a-day, well-a-day. If I my Crimes to mind shoud call, And lay them down before you all, They would amount to such a Sum, That there is few in Christendom, So many wanton Pranks did play; but now too late, I mourn my fate, Well-a-day, well-a-day. Upon the Road, I do declare, I causd some Lords and Ladies fair, To quit their Coach, and dance with us; This being done, the Case was thus, They for their Musick needs must pay; but now at last, those Joaks are past, Well-a-day, well-a-day. Another time, I and my Gang, We fell upon a Noble-man; In spite of all that he could do, We took his Gold and Silver too And with the same we rid away; but being took, for death I look, Well-a-day, well-a-day. When I was mounted on my Steed, I thought myself a Man indeed; With Pistol cockd and glittering Sword, Stand and deliver, was the word, Which makes me now lament and say, pity the Fall of great Devol, Well-a-day, well-a-day. I did belong unto a Crew, Of as swaggering Blades as ever drew, Stout Whitherington and Dowglis both, We were all three engagd by Oath, Upon the Road to take our way; but now Devol, must pay for all, Well-a-day, etc. Because I was a Frenchman born, Some Persons treated me with scorn; But being of a daring Soul, Although my Deeds was something foul My gaudy Plumes I did display, but now my Pride, is laid aside, Well-a-day, etc. I reignd with an undaunted mind Some years, but now at last I find, The Pitcher that so often goes Unto the Well, as Proverb shows, Comes broken home at last we say; for now I see, my Destiny, Well-a-day, etc. Then being brought to Justice-hall, Tryd and condemnd before them all; Where many noble Lords did come, And Ladies for to hear my Doom, Then Sentence passd, without delay, the Halter fast, and Tybourn last, In one Day, in one Day. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1683-1716 ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed for C. Bates, in Pye-co[rner] Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a title="Wikipedia - Claude Duval" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Duval" target="_blank">Wikipedia: </a>Claude Du Vall (1643 - 21 January 1670) was a French-born gentleman highwayman in post-Restoration Britain. Du Val was born in Domfront, Orne, Normandy in 1643 to a noble family stripped of title and land. His origin and parentage are in dispute. He did however have a brother Daniel Du Val. At the age of 14 he was sent to Paris where he worked as a domestic servant. He later became a stable boy for a group of English royalists and moved to England in the time of the English Restoration as a footman of the Duke of Richmond (possibly a relation) and rented a house in Wokingham. Before long Du Val became a successful highwayman who robbed the passing stagecoaches in the roads to London, especially Holloway between Highgate and Islington. However, unlike most other brigands, he distinguished himself with rather gentlemanly behaviour and fashionable clothes. He reputedly never used violence. One of his victims was squire Roper, Master of the Royal Buckhounds, whom he relieved of 50 guineas and tied to a tree. There are many tales about Du Val. One particularly famous one - placed in more than one location and later published by William Pope - claims that he took only a part of his potential loot from a gentleman when his wife agreed to dance with him in the wayside, a scene immortalised by William Powell Frith in his 1860 painting Claude Du Val. If his intention was to deter pursuit by his non-threatening behaviour, he did not totally succeed. After the authorities promised a large reward, he fled to France for some time but returned a few months later. Shortly afterwards he was arrested in the Hole-in-the-Wall tavern in London's Chandos Street, Covent Garden. On 17 January 1670, judge Sir William Morton found him guilty of six robberies (others remained unproven) and sentenced him to death. Despite many attempts to intercede, the king did not pardon him and he was executed on 21 January at Tyburn. When his body was cut down and exhibited in Tangier Tavern, it drew a large crowd and was later removed to St Paul's church, Covent Garden, where it was buried under the centre aisle. His memorial inscription reads: Here lies DuVall: Reder, if male thou art, Look to thy purse; if female, to thy heart. Much havoc has he made of both; for all Men he made to stand, and women he made to fall The second Conqueror of the Norman race, Knights to his arm did yield, and ladies to his face. Old Tyburn's glory; England's illustrious Thief, Du Vall, the ladies' joy; Du Vall, the ladies' grief. The apparently gallant highwayman inspired a number of biographers and playwrights to add to his legend, including claims of alchemy, gambling, and much womanising. He is reported to haunt the Holt Hotel along the A4260 (Oxford Road) in Oxfordshire, a hotel where he spent many nights when it was a small coaching inn. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8eeb0d5ca2d7c708315ce890db2e6c9e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="700" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit University of Glasgow Library - Euing, Shelfmark: Euing Ballads 77; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/31760/image" target="_blank">EBBA 31760</a> Tune Data Chloris, Since Thou Art Fled Away, is also known as Upon the Chnnge. Subtitle Containing an Account of many frolicksom Intreigues and notorious Robberies, which he committed: Concluding vvith his mournful Lamentation, on the Day of his Death. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Charmante Gabrielle. no. 95 in Cle du Caveau http://www.peter-sheppard-skaerved.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/page584-600px-AéDictionaryéoféMusicéandéMusiciansévolé1.djvué.jpg GABRIELLE, CHARMANTE, that is, Gabrielle d'Estrées, mistress of Henri IV. The reign of Louis XVIII. revived an artless little romance, which, like the song äóÖVive Henri IV.' äóÖCharmante Gabrielle' was not only sung far and wide at that loyal epoch, but the authorship of both words and music was attributed to the gallant king, and the mistake is still often repeated. True Henri suggested the song to one of the poets of his court, but we have his own authority for the fact that he did not himself write the stanzas. The letter in which the king sent the song to Gabrielle is in the äóÖRecueil des Lettres missives' of Berger de Xivrey (iv. 998, 9), and contains these words:äóî äóÖCes vers vous représenteront mieulx ma condition et plus agréablement que ne feroit la prose. Je les ay dictez, non arrangez.' The only date on the letter is May 21, but it was written in 1597 from Paris, where Henri was collecting money for his expedition to Amiens, and making preparations to leave Gabrielle for the campaign against the Spaniards. It was probably Bertaut, Bishop of Séez, who, at the king's äóÖdictation,' composed the four couplets of the romance, of which we give the first, with the music in its revived form: Charmante Gabrielle, Percé de mille dards, Quand la gloire m'appelle Dans les sentiers de mars. Cruelle départie! Malheureux jour! Que ne suis-je sans vie, Ou sans amour! The refrain is not original; it is to be found word for word in the äóÖThesaurus harmonicus' of Besard (1603), and in the äóÖCabinet ou Trésor des nouvelles chansons' (1602); and as at that time it took more than five or six years for an air to travel from the court to the people, we may safely conclude that it was no novelty. (A.D. 1450-1889), George Grove 1900. http://books.google.com.au/books?id=OCPfcrZoH3kC&pg=PA109&lpg=PA109&dq=charmante+gabrielle&source=bl&ots=9QDékKJYA8&sig=cHrQoZX2r6R9d3rpiLjkMwG9ijE&hl=en&sa=X&ei=nBKGUOOANqijiAfR7YDIDA&ved=0CDMQ6AEwAQ#v=onepage&q=charmante%20gabrielle&f=false Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O toi que je regrette, J'ai troublé le bonheur! Trop malheureuse Annette T'éprouvais ma fureur! L'affreuse jalousie Arma mon bras; Cette hideuse furie Fit ton trépas. Oui, le remords accable Ton amant malheureux; Il se juge coupable D'un forfait odieux: Voilà la récompense De tes bienfaits; Bien ingrat, je le pense, Monstre parfait. Hélas! je fus parjure A la voix de l'honneur, L'âme féroce et dure Causa mon déshonneur. Victime d'une rage, Vois ton bourreau Qui n'a plus pour partage Que l'échafaud. Peuple qui m'environne Daigne pleindre mon sort; Oui, mon crime t'étonne, Je mérite la mort. Et toi, pauvre jeunesse, Pense à Léon; Sois avec la sagesse En union. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1816< Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. CRs. Baudouin, Imprimeur. [sold at?] Paris, Chez Chassaignon, Libraire, rue du Marché Neuf, no. 3 Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Date Tune First Appeared 1590? Subtitle Et exécuté à Paris le 4 Mars 1816, Convaincu d'avoir assassiné sa Maîtresse. ... Complainte qu'il a composé dans sa prison, adressée aux mânes de la malheureuse victime de sa fureur. [Complainte's title: AUX MANES D'ANNETTE.] Tune Data Charmante Gabrielle. no. 95 in Cle du Caveau GABRIELLE, CHARMANTE, that is, Gabrielle d'Estrées, mistress of Henri IV. The reign of Louis XVIII. revived an artless little romance, which, like the song äóÖVive Henri IV.' äóÖCharmante Gabrielle' was not only sung far and wide at that loyal epoch, but the authorship of both words and music was attributed to the gallant king, and the mistake is still often repeated. True Henri suggested the song to one of the poets of his court, but we have his own authority for the fact that he did not himself write the stanzas. The letter in which the king sent the song to Gabrielle is in the äóÖRecueil des Lettres missives' of Berger de Xivrey (iv. 998, 9), and contains these words:äóî äóÖCes vers vous représenteront mieulx ma condition et plus agréablement que ne feroit la prose. Je les ay dictez, non arrangez.' The only date on the letter is May 21, but it was written in 1597 from Paris, where Henri was collecting money for his expedition to Amiens, and making preparations to leave Gabrielle for the campaign against the Spaniards. It was probably Bertaut, Bishop of Séez, who, at the king's äóÖdictation,' composed the four couplets of the romance, of which we give the first, with the music in its revived form: Charmante Gabrielle, Percé de mille dards, Quand la gloire m'appelle Dans les sentiers de mars. Cruelle départie! Malheureux jour! Que ne suis-je sans vie, Ou sans amour! The refrain is not original; it is to be found word for word in the äóÖThesaurus harmonicus' of Besard (1603), and in the äóÖCabinet ou Trésor des nouvelles chansons' (1602); and as at that time it took more than five or six years for an air to travel from the court to the people, we may safely conclude that it was no novelty. (A.D. 1450-1889), George Grove 1900. <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=OCPfcrZoH3kC&pg=PA109&lpg=PA109&dq=charmante+gabrielle&source=bl&ots=9QD%C3%A9kKJYA8&sig=cHrQoZX2r6R9d3rpiLjkMwG9ijE&hl=en&sa=X&ei=nBKGUOOANqijiAfR7YDIDA&ved=0CDMQ6AEwAQ#v=onepage&q=charmante%20gabrielle&f=false" target="_blank">Recorded in Katherine Anne Porter's Poetry</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 Derniers adieux de Louis Léon, condamné a mort, guillotine Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f9f8fcca7f5d183c9abc590ed1c84b15.png 25ba0b46ce6e34df90713fddc1a1d5b1 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d27587289199f7460e70eaee0ddddcfa.png 59486d9fcd4c00478cd208d37fdc623d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Das Ungeheuer der Wälder von Mähren und Oesterreichisch-Schlesien; Hingerichtet am 1. Oktober im Garten der Frohnfeste zu Neutitschein (in Mähren) Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Vernehmt die Schreckenskunde [illegible] Die dieser grausame Mörder In Mähren verübet hat. Einen edlen Priester fällt der Mörder, Mit dem Revolver an, Hilferufend stürzt die Magd herbei Schnell entfernte er sich dann. Sechsfach ist die Blutthat, Verthiert ist des Mörders Herz, Himmelschreiend was er gethau hat, Grenzenlos der armen Waisen Schmerz. Er raubte auch armen Kindern Den Vater gewissenlos, Welcher der Kleinen erzogen in Ehren, Jetzt ruht er in der Erde Schoß. Nach Arbeit Sorg und Mühen, Die drei Braven durch den Wald geh’n. [cut off] Als er alle [?]ingeschlachtet als er die [illegible] Sch [illegible] Ober seinem Haupt. In Mährisch-Rothwasser in einem Gasthaus Gelingt es den Mörder zu arretiren, Jetzt sind seine fluchbeladnen Thaten aus Bald muß er das Todesurtheil spüren. Hartnäcking, ohne Reue, ist der verstockte Bösewicht, Er weist den Priester zurück Treibt Spott über die Gotteslehre Erkennt nicht das Gnadenlicht. Doch in der Todestunde, Was ist aller Reichtum auf dieser Welt, Verbrecher Du erzittere, wenn Dir aus Priesters Munde Die Verzeihung Deiner Sünden fehlt. Die arme Seele tritt mit Beben, Vor Gottes Angesicht, Hast Du gefühnt Dein blutbeflecktes Leben, So der Ewige zu der armen Seele spricht, Nicht weiter wollen wir in Gottes Allmacht dringen [photo cuts off here] Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/f9f8fcca7f5d183c9abc590ed1c84b15.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/d27587289199f7460e70eaee0ddddcfa.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="350"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Image / Audio Credit Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. <Bl fol 497>. <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=5/TTL=1/CMD?MATCFILTER=N&MATCSET=N&ACT0=&ACT=SRCHA&IKT=1016&SRT=YOP&ADI_BIB=&TRM=Der+sechsfache+Raubm%C3%B6rder+Anton+Schimak&REC=*" target="_blank">VDLied Digital. </a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Der sechsfache Raubmörder Anton Schimak : German murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2b34faec27f26fb1db4f18baf9eccc26.jpg 5b8ac8df43b770d33466efc15650149c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Artworks Still Image A static visual representation. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle wo eine grausame Mutter ihre eigenen Kinder ermordete, so wie entsetzliches Ende der Verbrecherin. Geschehen an der französichen Grenze. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Woman in Toulon, France poisons her family, but only the son gets sick. She is caught and sentenced to death, but manages to escape. Her corpse is found in the mountains, eaten by vultures. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Wenn Gatten liebend sich vereinen, Wie trägt sich leicht da Sorg’ und Leid’ Doch wo der Zwietracht bösen Geister Das Band zu lockern sind bereit, Da wird zue Teffel nur die Eh’. Der Friede weicht, ein zieht das Weh’. Den Mann mit buhlerishcen Künsten Marie Sportni hat umstrickt; Die Reuschheit ging ihr längst verloren, Da fremde Männer sie berückt. Und weiter reißt die Sund’ sie fort, Der Ehebruch erzeugt den Mord. Um mit dem Buhlen zu entfliehen, Erichlägt die eignen Kinder sie. Ein Knabe nur vermag zu fliehen. Das Weib in Wahnsinnsphantasie. Reicht ihrem Gatten heimlich Gift, Jedoch der Tod den Buhlen trifft. Ihr Haus die Mörderin muß meiden, Im Elend sie beinah vergeht; Doch in Italien aufs neue Sie in der Lüste Bann gerät; In einem Wirtshaus unerkannt Veut sie zum Mord auf’s neu de Hand. Zu tä?en sucht sie eine Dame, Die mit den Dieneren fehrte ein! Ihr eigner Sohn entlarvt die Mutter, Als Louis Sportni grad trifft ein. Das Weib, aufs neue ist enfloh’n, Doch Sportni findent seinen Sohn. Die Dame wird des Kindes Mutter; Doch jenes fluchbeladene Weib Ereilt hoch in den Alpenketten Die ewige Gerechtigkeit. Zerfleischt von einem Geierpaar, Ihr Ende ganz entsetzlich war. O, wenn noch in dem zarten Busen Ein weiches Mutterherze schlägt, Mög die zu unsern Vater beten, Daß er si schützt, daß er sie hegt, Damit sie in des Lasters Bahn, Die abwärts führt, nie finken kann. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b523240ea94736af48f52df8924c3b7e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="290" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/079c176aeb7a5457dcb4de3d096d8c7b.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="290" height="350"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5c356945b89985d7a86996b03dd58da4.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="290" height="350"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all song sheets available at the bottom of this page. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. 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Title A name given to the resource Der furchtbare Touloner Mord, family German murder poison https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d13e3eb41e5dc3a055b1fce1df90233a.png a2f8c3a59f5925765acee08145d15b48 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c5b91eeb360abdefe3bdf261c4b6cc78.png f20557476c1ecc88c70927df56905213 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/33ae7c387bb02f71be8f37d9a2a8c15e.png dee9136344824b3c58d0750feca43c30 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/7d1b9ff1aca4d9d7be4dbc00ffe84e0a.png 492e678079b420af8e72e756de01757c https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d815dcdda26b034e369d8ad9148554c8.png ffb08ac3792d013de3003116e08a64de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle welchen der Sohn an seiner Mutter und seinen vier Geschwistern verübt hat : Geschehen den 17. Juni 1874 in Mühlhausen im Elsaß; Eigenthum von Florenz Harder Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Man murders his mother and four sisters in Mulhouse in Alsace in 1874 Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Deutsches Volksliedarchiv Freiburg i.Br. (V 1/1135-5, 1873-164). <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=2/TTL=1/SHW?FRST=3" target="_blank">VD Lied digital. </a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Weh', wenn Rohheit tief im Herzen Und verstockt ist das Gemüth Und wenn grauser Mordgedanke In des Menschen Herzen zieht. Wenn der Heim zum wilden Morden, Bald zur Reige ist geworden Und die grause That dann wird Nun in blinder Muth vollführt. Joseph Most noch jung von Jahren, Sosnt ein unbeschnoltner Mann, Doch sollt’ man an ihm erfahren, Wie weit der Mensch es bringen kann. Muth und Rachsucht, Neid und Tücke Und was sonst den Geist berückte, Wie ihn trieb die Bosheit fort Endlich ihm zum grausen Mord. Denn vielleicht von seiner Mutter, Fühlt er sich zurückgesetzt Und er ward in seinem Heezen Arg gekränket und verletzt. Und zue Reif kam der Gedanke, Der nicht wieder in ihm waukte, Die, die ihm das Lebeu gab, Sollte in die Gruft hinab. Bruder, Schwestern sollten sterben Von des wilden Bruders Hand, Und sie alle zu verderben D’ran er seine Freude fand. Ja so dacht er, ist es besser Und er kaufte sich ein ein Messer Und er schärfte allemal Nun zum grausen Mord den Stahl. Dann bei nächtlich stiller Weile Schlich er sich zum Hause hin Und erkletterte das Gitter Nur den grausen Mord int Sinn. Und zur nächtlich stillen Stunde Lockte er an sich die Hunde, Sperrte sie in einen Stall, Alle beide allzumal. Dann mit Ratzenschritten schlich er, Zu des Bruders Ruhstatt hin Und sein Dolchstoß der traf sicher Und was kümmerte das ihn Und als er dem jungen Leben Nun den Todestoß gegeben Eilte er sehr schleunig fort Zu begehn den zweiten Mord. Durch das Lärmen aufgeschrecket, War die Mutter nun erwacht, Auch die Schwester ward erwecket In der grausen Mitternacht Und zur Stunde der Gespenster Schlüpft die Jüngste durch das Fenster Doch für alle da war ja Doch noch keine Rettung da. Und die Mutter und die Schwester Hielten fest die Thüre zu Die sie von dem Mörder trennte Doch derselbe nun inm Nu Er zertrümmerte die Scheiben Und er stach dazu nach Beiden Bracht wüthend dann aufs Neu Ihnen mehre Stiche bei. Doch der Mutter ist’s gelungen, Daß dem Mörder sie entrann Aus dem Fenster ist gesprungen Und gereitet Sie alsdann. Dock der Tochter Kräfter schwanden Und des Mörders Stöße fanden Der entblößt ganz von Gefühl, Nun in ihrer Brust das Ziel. Da ein Licht nun schnell entzündet Noch der grause Unhold hat, Der nicht eine Spur empfindent, Von Reue über seine That, Als die Schwester er erblickte Wie sie noch die Augen zückte, Ward in dieser grausen Racht Ihr der Garaus noch gemacht. Als vollendet nun sein Morden Ging der Unhold still zu Haus Und als er sich umgekleidet Ging er in die Stadt noch aus. Da hat man ihn arretiret Und ihn in Arrest geführet Wo die grause Mörderthat Er ohn’ Reu gestanden hat. Christen seht an diesem Menschen Hier ein redend Beispiel an, Haltet fest an Gottes Lehren Ach und nichts euch bringen kann. Nur durch Reig und Tück zum Morden Sei er fähig erst geworden. Drum halt fest an Gottes Wort Nur auf ewig immer fort. Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Date Date of ballad 1874 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Druck und Verlag von H. A. Kahlbrock, Hamburg, Hütten 63. 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Title A name given to the resource Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Translation: The truthful confession done by Celitje Cornelis, murderess of Jannetje Kuypers Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Leiden UB: 1497 H 16, <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=155527">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Van de Blaauwe Vlag - 'Of the Blue Flag' Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:45%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:left;"> Kristen mensen blijft wat staen, Hoort dit droevig Lied eens aen, Dat ik u hier sal verhalen, Van een grouwelijke Moort, Binnen d'Amsterdamse palen, 't Js een schrik dat men het hoort. Ziet ik ben een stuermans Vrou, daer niemant op denke sou, dat ik tot dien staet sou komen, door vervloekte gierigheit, Daer ik was mee ingenomen, Heeft de zatan mijn verleyt. By my quam 'er nu en dan, Een Vrou van mijn kennis an, Die ik noode om te drinken, Tee of Coffie hoe 't mogt zijn, Zy en had geen agterdenken, Op de valszigheyd van mijn. Dinsdag voor Victorie klaer, Als haer Man niet t'huys en waer, Heb ik haer by mijn ontboden, Door mijn Meysje wilt verstaen, Die haer quam tot mijnent noden, Sy is met haer heen gegaen. Jk stuerde mijn Meysje ras, Om te halen wat Lavas, Jk sogt haer dronken te maken Op dat ik met goet fatsoen zou tot mijn voornemen raken Om mijn wil met haer te doen. Jk sey wel Jannetje buur, de Tee-Ketel is te vuur, Laet ons eerst een soopje drinken, Dan sullen wy strak byloo, De Tee over Tafel schenken, Sy liet haer bepraten so. Door dese sterke drank, Raekte zy voort van de bank, Doen heb ik haer aengegrepen, Met een Dasje van mijn Man, Heb ik haer Keel toegenepen, Als eenen boosen Tiran. Jk nam een zervet terstont, die stak ik haer in de mond, Dat sy niet een woort kon spreken Ofte maken geen geluyt, Doe is haer jonk hert bezweken, Scheyde van het leven uyt. Mijn outste Dogtertje klaer, Zey Moeder wat doet gy daer? Brengt gy Jannetje om 't leven? Jk sprak tot haer met een zet, Wat leyd 'er u aen gelegen, Gaet gy maer gerust na bed. Zijt te vrede maer certijn, Het sal u geen schaade zijn, Doe heb ik Jannetje ontnomen Ketting, Strikken ende Tas, En ik stak haer sonder schromen, Jn de mant geswint en ras. Toen heb ik seer assurant, Een bos stroo daer opgeplant, Met mijn voeten ingetreden, Om te packen na mijn zin, Door des duyvels listigheden, Als een wreede Tygerin. Donderdags savonts hoort aen ben ik met die mant gegaen, En liete hem in 't water smijten, Op dat mijn de Mense daer, Dese Moort niet sou verwijten, Ofte maken hier rugtbaer. God die alles weet en ziet, Wou sulcks gedoogen niet, Dat het heymelijk sou blijven, Men sag dese Kleeremant, Vrydags in het water drijven, By de wal digt aen de kant. Men greep Jannetje Kuypers Man, daer al voor de Moorder an, Doen heb ik de vlugt genomen na de stad van Rotterdam, want ik was altijd vol schromen, Jn wat plaetsen dat ik quam. 'k Liet mijn Kinders blijven thuys, Die zy bragten op 't Stadhuys, Al voor de Agtbare Heeren, Mijn outste dogter present, Ginge zy Examineren, Heeft mijn Moordery bekent. De Amstelse Magistraet, Sette my op heterdaet, Jnde Crant om my te vange, Schout en dienaers quame gram, Bragte my geboeyt seer strangen, Na de Stad van Amsterdam. Daer wiert ik terstond verhoort, Om de gruwelijke Moort, Die ik lacy heb bedreven, Door mijn duyvels gierigheit, Dat sal kosten mijn jong leven, Heer mijn Ziel genadig zijt. </div> <div style="width:45%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:right;"> Christian people halt a while Hear this sad song Which I will tell you Of a horrible murder Within the poles of Amsterdam It frights all who hear it. See, I am a skipper’s wife No one would spare a thought for, That I would come to that state By accursed greed, With which I was involved, Satan has seduced me. So now and then came to me A woman whom I knew, Whom I invited to drink Tea or coffee how it may be She had no suspicions Of my falseness. Tuesday, ready for victory, When her Husband was not home, I summoned her to me, By my maid to make her understand, That she had to come to my aid, She went with her. I sent my maid quickly To go and get some Lavas, I sought to make her drunk So that I with good decency Would as was my intention Do what I wanted with her. I said then, Jannetje neighbour, The tea-kettle is on the fire, Let us first drink a drink, Then later we will catch up, Pour the tea over the table, She let her talk like that. Because of this strong drink, She fell forward of the couch, Then I caught her With a tie of my husband, I squeezed her throat, Like an angry tyrant. I then took a napkin, Which I put in her mouth, So she could not speak a word Or make any sound, Then her young heart gave out, She separated from life. Then my eldest daughter, Said mother what are you doing there? Are you killing Jannetje? I spoke to her with force What does it matter to you, You can assuredly go to bed. If only peace were certain, It would not trouble you, That I then took from Jannetje Necklace, bows, and bag, And I put her without hesitation, In the basket quickly and villainous, Then I planted boldly A bunch of straw over it, Tramped down with my feet, So it was packed to my liking, Because of the devil’s trickery, Like a cruel tigress. On Thursday evening I went with the basket, And let it fall roughly in the water, So that the people there would not Blame me for the murder, Or make too much noise here. God who sees and knows all, Did not want to allow this, That it would remain secret, People saw this basket of clothes Float in the water on Friday, By the quay, close to the side. People accused Jannetje Kuyper’s husband, Already for the murder, Then I took flight To the city of Rotterdam, Because I was full of fear, In all places where I came. I left my children at home, Whom they took to the city hall, In front of the honourable men, My eldest daughter present, They went to examine, Confessed to my act of murder, The Amstel’s magistrate, Put me red-handed, In the newspaper to capture me. Magistrate and police came angrily Brought me in chains very strictly To the city of Amsterdam. There I was instantly interrogated, For the horrible murder, Which I committed lately Because of my devilish greed, Which will cost me my young life Lord have mercy on my soul. Translation by Rena Bood </div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Celitje Cornelis, murder, Jannetje Kuypers, Rotterdam, 1706 Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. Murder Date Date of ballad 1706 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Translation Notes: 1. Likely a reference to the fact that the buildings in Amsterdam are built on wooden beams (nowadays being replaced with concrete) to avoid the difficulties presented by water and marshes. 2. Lavas is a type of Turkish bread. 3. ‘ras’ has several meanings. As a shortened version of ‘raspalje’ it means villainous which seems to fit in the context. But it also refers to maelstroms, race, and a particular kind of fabric. 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Title A name given to the resource Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle Ritmeester ten dienste de Vereenighde Nederlanden, Aensprekende de Rampsalige Geesten van Mr. Jan de Wit, Gewesen Raed-Pensionaris, en Groot Zegel-Bewaerder van Holland en West-Vriesland, ende Mr. Cornelis de Wit, Ruard van Putten, Oud-Burgermeester der Stadt Dordrecht, beyde varende in Charons Boot naer het Helsche Rijck, op den 20 Augusti 1672. Translation: The spirit in heaven of that illustrious Orange-martyr, Henry de Fleury, lord of Buat, etc. Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Lbl KB Wouters 04053 (liedtekst), Wouters/Moormann, Meertens Instituut, Amsterdam. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?lan=nl&zoek=53225">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. geen wijsaanduiding Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:50%;padding:0 5px 0 0;float:left;"> WIE heeft gints Charon doch? sijn schuyt die schijnt te sincken; Voorwaer een sware vracht! Soo dese niet verdrincken, Soo heeft het Helsche Rijck voorwaer een schoone buyt; Verraet en Schelmery sien haer ten oogen uyt. Droom ick, of ben ick blindt? het zijn die valsche tongen, Die eens den Rechter tot mijn doodt soo haestigh dwongen, Die om mijn kleynen Baes my brachten in het graf, Die stoffe gaven dat men my het Hooft sloegh af. Die lange Vlegels zijn 't, ey! siet haer eens ter degen, Die Hydraes hebben nu verdienden loon gekregen, En soo ick haer bemerck, oor, neus, voet, vinger, hand, Zijn haer bey af gesneen; sou 't zijn voor 't Vaderland? Neen voor haer Schelmery; dat is volkoom gebleken, Schoon door haea kuypery een vonnis is gestreken, Die Caesars Wet verdoemt; een vonnis van het Hof, Dat yder Practisijn tot lacchen nu geeft stof. Ick spreeck die twee nu aen, vervloeckte wreede Pesten Die onder vryheydts schijn verswackt 't gemeene besten En hebt u selven van de Leeuw soo vet gemest, Gelijck Venetien getuyght, of dat gewest. Die den Oranje-Vorst socht in de wiegh te smooren, En hadt den Fransman voor uw Opper-heer verkooren: Meyneedigen, die met noch anderen hebt benijt Den Stam, wiens Boom den Thuyn bewaert heeft langen tijdt, Door Godes oordeel wierdt u glas dus uyt-gelopen; Op ongehoorde wijs hebt ghy 't moeten bekopen, Dat ick onschuldige, die nergens van en wist, Ontfongh voor seven jaer, alleenlijck door uw list. Het helsch gebroed, doen sy de tijdinge ontfongen, Dat gy haest komen soudt, van vreugde alle sprongen, 't Was dubbel kermis daer: denckt nu eens wat een feest Men houden sal, wanneer haer toekomt uwen Geest: Den Ruard sullen sy tot een ontbijt daer braden, Om dat hy niet en sal de Hel als 't Landt verraden: En u, ontrouwe Jan, met Cromwel, Bradshauw, Jeems, Of Meester Pieter, die den Baes was aen de Teems, Doen rollen soo een Steen als Sysiphus moet rollen, Om dat ghy hebt de Leeuw gemaeckt aen Suysebollen. Vorst Pluto heeft oock hoop op Mombas en de Groot, Want in den Hemel zijn sy niet te gast genoot. Men hoopt'er noch op meer: de vryheydt kan niet leven, Of dier-gelijcke meer moeten door 't swaert noch sneven. Ick gae, Verraders bey, de wraeck my nu voldoet, Voorts laet ick eeuwigh u een knagende gemoet. </div> <div style="width:50%;padding:0 5px 0 0;float:right;"> Who does Charon have there? His ship seems to be sinking, Indeed a heavy cargo! this one does not drown So the Kingdom of Hell has a good loot indeed Betrayal and roguishness has a lot to look at Am I dreaming, or am I blind? It’s those false tongues Who once hastily forced the judge to [order] my death Who because of my little Boss brought me to the grave Who provided the means with which they severed my head They are tall boors, ey! See them clearly for once Those Hydras have now gotten what they deserved And so when I see them, ear, nose, foot, finger, hand, They are all cut off; would it be for the Fatherland? No for their roguery, that has completely been revealed Because of their intrigue, the have been sentenced Which condemns Caesars’ Law; a sentence of the Court, Providing material for laughter for every Practitioner. I now speak to those two, cursed, cruel Pests Who, under freedom’s illusion, weakened the commonwealth And have fattened themselves so much of the Lion, Befitting Venice, or that region Which sought to smother the Lord Orange in his crib And had chosen the Frenchman as their overlord Perjurers, who together with others, have envied That lineage, whose Tree guarded the garden for a long time By God’s judgement, then, your hourglass ran out; In an unheard of way you had to pay, That I, an innocent, who knew of nothing, Burned for seven years, only because of your deception. The hellish spawn, who at the time ignited, That you would almost leap all leaps of joy, It was double carnival there: think now what festivities They will have when your soul is due to them. That Ruard they will fry into a breakfast, So that he will not betray Hell like he did the Land: And you, disloyal Jan, with Cromwell, Bradshaw, James, Or Master Piet, who was the Boss on the Thames, Have to roll such a stone like Sisyphus must roll, Because you made the Lion dizzy. Lord Pluto also hopes for Mombas and de Groot, Because they are not invited as guests in heaven. They hope for more: the freedom cannot live, Or such has to be killed by the sword. I leave, both Traitors, my vengeance now contented, Now I will leave you with an eternally gnawing conscience. Translation by Rena Bood</div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Cavalry captain in the service of the United Netherlands, addressing the miserable spirits of Mr Jan de Wit, who was Grand-Pensionary and Great Seal-Keeper of Holland and West-Frisia, and Mr Cornelis de Wit, Ruard of Putten, former Burgomaster of the City Dordrecht, both sailing in Charon’s boat to the Kingdom of Hell, on the 20th of August 1672 Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Date Date of ballad 1672 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events TranslationsNotes: 1 In Dutch, it is implied that the judge signed the order for his death. 2 ‘Stam’ carries more weight in Dutch. It refers only to the core of a fully grown tree, not its branches, and suggests strength and lineage. It is closely related to a family tree (‘stamboom’). 3 The use of ‘stam’ and ‘boom’ in the same sentence is quite poetic as ‘stam’ in a different context can also mean ‘tree’ and ‘boom’ in this context actually means ‘tree.’ 4 ‘Suysebollen’ can refer to dizziness, but also a continuing noise in your head, or being unbalanced (at risk of losing the righteous path). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/0598e85acf21e2cc6bde88724d179c22.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all song 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 De Verhemelde Geest Van den Doorluchtigen Oranje-Martelaer Henry de Fleury, heer van Buat, etc. Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5513f42c1d209270b7ff1ebbf113cff2.jpeg daa8afc22adccef8b7a77d5b24cf2f27 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Subtitle WONDER TROUW-GEVAL Tusschen eene Edele Kapiteyns-Dochter en eene gemeynen Soldaet. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Soldier, love, desertion. Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5513f42c1d209270b7ff1ebbf113cff2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Den Haag KB: 11 A 47. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=65411&lan=nl">Nederlandse Liederenbank</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Ik drink den nieuwen Most Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Love triumphs, Her powers are increased, If God supports her, her paths are certain, Who is the author of true love, If love is sincere, It is in vain, all which people do or say, No one can withstand her, That is clear in this young woman, And a loyal young man. She was a young maid, Who pleased everyone, Her father was a lord of great estate, A bold and noble captain, Her beauty and sense, Her equal was not in the Netherlands, She was courted by great lords, For her pure beauty, But she always remained steadfast. But see a soldier, For who a lot is too high, In good understanding and by opportunity, Had often courted this young woman, And she from her side, Gave him a diamond ring, He kissed it with great honour, And spoke, my beautiful lady, I will be loyal to you. Oh what sad sorrows, With a detachment, He immediately had to go from Luxembourg, how sad, Departing to Bergen in Henegouw, He said, adieu my love, I will send you a love-letter, Be mindful of our loyalty, She spoke with sweet words, My love, be assured. I will never let you down, But always stand by you loyally, No nobleman or lord, how high of birth, Indeed, even if the Roman emperor came, You alone are my friend, You have earned my loyalty and love in return, Be then comforted on your voyage, So he went on the journey, With a lot of heavy pondering. When he stood guard, In the middle of the night, And in his heart love rules Has, with bold courage, deserted, And jumped from the fortress, Swam through the water and at last, Having come fifteen miles, To Luxembourg very quickly, Where his love was. As he came into the city, He was instantly captured, As deserter, he was quickly cuffed, Oh what a sadness for a beautiful young woman, When she learned of this, She went to his captain, She spoke: my lord, will you have mercy, Because this is my friend, Loved so much by me. No prayers or pleas, As much as she may plea, She fell upon her bare knees, With tears upon her red cheeks, The valiant captain, He spoke: the scaffold is planted for him, Which he will receive as his reward, That I swear by the sun, For him there is no pardon. She took her father’s best horse, And has taken the journey, And made it trot with great force, Forty miles between day and night, Until before the general, Fell upon her knees a second time, She spoke: great, powerful lord exalted, I pray listen to me, Because I am smothered in sadness. The general swiftly, Spoke, well sweet child, Tell me the cause of your sad pleas, Stand up and wipe your salty tears away, I swear to you by the crown, That I will help you, beautiful woman,<a title="">[1]</a> Tell me the cause and the reason, Of all your sorrow, You overly-beautiful young woman. She spoke, great, mighty lord, This is all I desire, That my beautiful love would have his pardon, With whom I have begun the marital state, He is a soldier; Of good conduct who stands in my grace, Because of me he came to desert, And is condemned, I pray pardon him. He spoke, it will happen, Show them these letters, Of his Pardon, and apart from this, I even make him the highest captain, She thanked him honourably, And jumped again upon her father’s best horse, A postillion who came across her, He said in that self-same pass, That he<a title="">[2]</a> had been sentenced. She called with sad tears, Oh God will [you] support me, Or else I may remain in this distress, She spurred her horse on, Crossed forests and fields all night, Came into the city in the morning, There stood her tender love, Already upon the scaffold’s steps. She rode in full force, In front of the justices and called powerfully; Stop, stop with such happy language, See here the letters of the general, With seals for certainty, When my love is free, He must be above that, Honoured by all of the ranks, As the highest captain. When they saw the letters, It seemed a thunderclap, He was quickly freed from his cuffs, And fell into the arms of his beautiful young woman, And everyone rejoiced, For his recovery and elevation, They also saw them marry together, A short time after that, That sweet and dear pair. See here love’s power, In the weaker female sex, She exceeds the boldness of a man, As one can find in this maiden, Her love is captain, And is honoured, beloved by big and small, So they lived in prosperity and peace, Their expressions in a state of joy, Love triumphs. End <div> <div> </div> <div> </div> </div> Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events [1] ‘vrouwspersoon’ literally translates to ‘woman-person.’ [2] i.e. her lover Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource German 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/1164">Warum betrübst du dich mein Herz</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics 1.Was wend wir aber heben an, Zu singen von ein'm altem Mann, Der war von Hasslibach, Hasslibacher ward er genannt, Aus der Kilchöri Simmiswald. 2. Da das der lieb Gott zu thät lan Dass er wurd hart geklaget an, Wohl um den Glauben sein, Da hat man ihn gefangen hart, Führt ihn gen Bern wohl in die Stadt. 3. Und da er nun gefangen ward, Gepeinigt und gemartet hart, Wohl um sein Glauben schon, Jedoch war er geständig g'sehn, In seiner Marter, Angst und Pein. 4. An ein'm Freytag, thut mich verstahn, Thäten die G'lehrten zu ihm gahn , Wohl in die G'fangenschaft, Fingen zu disputieren an, Er soll von sein'm Glauben abstahn. 5. Der Hasslibacher auf der Stätt Sie überdisputieret hätt, Da sprach er bald zu ihn'n, Von mein'm Glaub'n thu ich nicht abstan, Eh will ich Leib und leben lahn. 6. Und da es nun am Samstag war, Die G'lehrten gingen aber dar, Redten ihm heftig zu, Du musst von deinem Glauben stahn, Oder man wird dein Haupt abschlan. 7. Gar bald er ihn'n zur Antwort gab, Ich steh nicht von mein'm Glauben ab, Ich halt ihn festiglich, Dann mein Glaub ist vor Gott so gut, Er wird mich han in Schirm und Hut. 8. Und wie es war am Samstag Nacht, Ein Engel Gottes kam mit Macht, Zum Hasslibacher hin, Sprach, Gott hat mich zu dir gesendt, Zu trösten dich vor deinem End. 9. Weiters thu ich dir zeigen an, Von deinem Glauben thu nicht stahn, Darauf bleib steif und vest, Dein Glaub der ist vor Gott so gut, Er hält dein Seel in guter Hut. 10. Ob man dir schon wird dräuen hart, Man woll ich richten mit dem Schwerdt, Erschrick du nicht darob, Ich will an deiner Seiten stahn, Kein Schmerzen wirst dadurch empfahn. 11. Und da es an dem Montag war, Die G'lehrten kamen nochmal dar, Zum Hasslibacher hin, Fingen mit ihm zu reden an, Er soll von seinem Glauben stahn. 12. Wo nicht, sagten sie ohne Spott, Morgen musst du leiden den Tod. Der Hasslibacher sprach: Eh ich von meinem Glauben stahn, Eh lass ich mir mein haupt abschlan. 13. Hört wie es am Montag zu Nacht, Der Hasslibacher hart entschlaft, Bis um die Mitternacht, Da traumet ihm es sehe Tag, Man wolle ihm sein Haupt abschlagn. 14. Der Hasslibacher wacht darob, Da war es beh ihm heiter Tag, Ein Büchlein lag vor ihm, Ein Engel Gottes zu ihm sagt: Lies du was in dem Büchlein staht. 15. Da er das Büchlein lesen thät, Fand er dass es darinnen steht, Man werd sein Haupt abschlan, Drei Zeichen werd Gott sehen lahn, Dass man ihme unrecht gethan. 16. Un da ers ausgelesen hat, Da wurd es wieder finster Nacht, Gar bald er wiedr entschlief Und schlaft bis an den heitern Tag, Dass man zu ihm ins G'fängnis kam. 17. Da wünscht man ihm ein guten Tag, Gar bald er ihn'n gedanket hat, Darnach sagt man zu ihm, Da göttlich Wort er hören soll. Sonst müsst er ess'n das Henkermahl. 18. Von mein'm Glaub thu ich nicht abstahn, Das Göttlich Wort ich selber kann, Mein Sach befehl ich Gott, Es ist mein'm Herz ein ringe Buss, Wann ich unschuldig sterben muss. 19. Ins Wirtshaus führt man ihn führwahr, Man stellt ihm Ess'n und trinken dar, Den Henker neben ihm Dass er soll in ein Grausen komm'n, Und noch vom Glauben gar abstohn. 20. Der Täufer sprach zum Henker gut, Nun esst und trinkt, send wohl zu Muth, Ihr werdet heutigs Tags Hinrichten mein unschuldig Blut, Ist aber meiner Seelen gut. 21. Er sprach auch, Gott wird sehen lan, Drei Zeichen , das thut wohl verstahn, Die wird man sehen bald, Wann ihr schlaget ab mein Haupt, Springts in mein Hut und lachet laut. 22. Das ander Zeichen wird geschehn, Das wird man an der Sonnen sehn, Aufs dritt habt fleissig Acht, Die Sonn wird werd'n wie rothes Blut, Der Stadel-Brunn auch schwitzen Blut. 23. Der Richter zu den Herren sagt, Auf die drei Zeichen habet Acht, Und sehet wohl darauf, Wann nun diss alles soll geschehn, So g'schicht es eurer Seelen weh. 24. Und da das Mahl nun hat ein End, Man wolt ihm binden seine Händ, Der Hasslibacher sprach: Ich bitt euch Meister Lorenz schon, Ihr wollt mich ungebunden lohn. 25. Ich bin gutwillig und bereit, Mein Tod mich heftig wohl erfreut, Dass ich von hinnen soll, Aber Gott woll erbarmen sich, Die zum Tod verurtheilet mich. 26. Da er nun auf die Richtstatt kam, Sein Hut von seinem Haupt abnahm, Und legt ihn für die Leut, Euch bitt ich meister Lorenz gut, Lasst mir hie liegen meinen Hut. 27. Hiemit fiel er auf seine Kneu, Ein Vater Unser oder zweu Er da gebetet hat, Mein Sach ist jetzt gesetzt zu Gott, Thut jetzt nur eurem Urtheil statt. 28. Darnach man ihm sein Haupt abschlug, Da sprang es wieder in sein Hut, Die Zeichen hat man gshen Die Sonne ward wie rothes Blut. Der Stadel-Brunn thät schwitzen Blut. 29. Da sprach ein alter Herre gut, Des Täufers Mund lacht in dem Hut, Da sagt ein grauer Herr, Hätt ihr den Täufer leben lahn, Es würd euch ewig wohl ergahn. 30. Die Herren sprachen imsgemein, Kein Täufer wir mehr richten wend, Da sprach ein alter Herr: Wär es nach meinem Willen gahn, Den Täufer hätt man leben lahn. 31. Der Henker der sprach mit Unmuth: Heut hab ich g'richt unschuldig Blut. Da sprach ein alter Herr, Des Täufers Mund hat g'lacht im Hut, Da beduet Gottes Straff und Ruth. 32. Der uns diss Liedlein hat gemacht, Der war ums Leb'n in G'fangenschaft, Den Sündern thät ers z'Lieb, Ein Herr ihm Federn und Tinten bracht, Er schenkt uns das zu guter Nacht. Language Language ballad is printed in German Date Date of ballad 1571 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad In 1571, Anabaptist Hans Haslibacher was martyred in Bern, Switzerland. Born in Sumiswald c. 1500, Haslibacher joined the oft-suppressed movement in 1532 and quickly established himself as one of the most energetic proselytizers in the Emmental in Bern canton. As an influential baptist teacher, he participated in the Bern Baptist Disputation in March 1538 and was finally beheaded on October 20, 1571 in Bern in 1571 following repeated arrests and expulsions. The song “Das Haslibacherlied” alleges that Haslibacher prophesied that his death would be marked with three signs: His head when struck off would spring into a hat and laugh aloud; The sun would turn blood-red; The town fountain would spew blood. According to the song, all three prophesies came to pass … and the hangman too was heard to say: / ‘Tis guiltless blood I’ve shed today.” Hans Haslibacher was the last Anabaptist put to death for his faith in Bern. 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. heresy Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Bern, Switzerland URL <a href="http://www.edimuster.ch/baernduetsch/haslibach.htm" target="_blank">Hans Haslibacher</a>, by Eduard Muster. <a href="http://www.executedtoday.com/2013/10/20/1571-hans-haslibacher-bern-anabaptist/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ExecutedToday+%28Executed+Today%29" target="_blank">1571: Hans Haslibacher, Bern Anabaptist</a>, ExecutedToday.com Subtitle Ein schön geistlich Lied von dem Hasslibacher, wie er vom Leben zum Tod ist gerichtet worden. Seines Glaubens wegen hingerichtet in Bern am 20. Oktober 1571 Image notice <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8369a1bfbcadd306d2966827db3d92a3.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="440" height="460"></iframe> Illustration zum Haslibacher-Lied von Rudolf Münger in der Liedersammlung Im Röseligarte von Otto von Greyerz, 3. 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Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events The Swiss Anabaptists are noteworthy as the confessional ancestors of the present-day Amish: the latter sect is named for 17th century Bern canton Anabaptist Jakob Ammann, who was the leader of one faction in a 1693 schism within the Swiss Anabaptist community. The Haslibacher song was widely distributed in Anabaptist circles. It also found its way into the Anabaptist songbook Ausbund in the 17th century, still used by the Amish today. Also in later editions of the Martyrs' Mirror, a martyrology of Anabaptists (another key text for the Amish) reference is made to the Haslibacher Song. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Prager Lied Subtitle Ist hingerichtet worden durch das Schwerd zu Peggstall in unter Oesterreich Anno 1657. Im Thon: Wie man das Prager Lied singt. Das ander. Ach Gott wie manches Hertzenleyd begegnet mir zu diser Zeit/[et]c. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/085688dc1aaa7e5aec5d03b7aecab6a7.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="600"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b7f7c4bec6136b2392191680b210e3da.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="380" height="600"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all ballad sheets available at the bottom of this page. Image / Audio Credit Berliner Liedflugschriften SBB-PK Berlin <30 in:Yd 7854>. <a href="https://gso.gbv.de/DB=1.60/SET=2/TTL=3/SHW?FRST=5" target="_blank">VD Lied digital.</a> Date Date of ballad 1660 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Augspurg : Hannas, [ca. 1660] Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Das Erste. Ein schöne Bekandtnuß oder Klaglied Welches ein Malefix Person Namens Simon Dechel selbsten auffgesetzt wie in jedem Gesetz der erste Buchstaben andeutet auff seinen Namen gemacht worden. German Male witchcraft https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/76771fc42a64798c6108334b15d0f1f2.mp3 21e7148e15715da867f5304120c50396 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/e944d7781c1d73ae618e2c64b1b12895.jpg 0ac8d220d8ae10d978776919964bb5c4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1172">The Ladies fall</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics OF damned deeds, and deadly dole, I make my mournfull song, By Witches done in Lincolne-shire, where they have lived long: And practisd many a wicked deed, within that Country there, Which fills my brest and bosome full, of sobs, and trembling feare. [O]ne Beaver Castle is a place, that welcome gives to all, [B]y which the Earle of Rutland gaines the loves of great and small: [His] Countesse of like friendlinesse, [Do]th beare as free a mind: [Al]so from them both rich and poore, [?] helps and succour find. [Am]ongst the rest were Witches three, [th]at to this Castle came, [...]Margaret and Phillip Flower, [An]d Joane their Mothers name: [Whi]ch Women dayly found reliefe, [and] were contented well: [Th]at the last this Margret was, [rec]eived there to dwell. [...]oke unto such houshold charge, [...] unto her belongd, [...] she possest with fraud and guile, [he]r place and office wrongd, [...] [s]ecretly purloyned things [t]o her mother home: [...] unlawfull howers from thence, [d]id nightly goe and come. [...]en the Earle & Countesse heard, [...]r dealings knew, [...]ved much that she should prove, [...] so untrue. And so discharg'd her of the house, therein to come no more: For of heer lewd and filching prankes, of proofes there were some store. And likewise that her Mother was, a woman full of wrath, A swearing and blaspheming wretch, forespeaking sodaine death: And how that neighbours in her lookes, malitious signes did see: And some affirm'd she dealt with Sprits, and so a Witch might be. And that her Sister Phillip was well knowne a Strumpet lewd, And how she had a young mans love, bewitched and subdued, Which made the young man often say, he had no power to leave Her curst inticing company, that did him so deceave. When to the Earle and Countesse thus, these just complaints were made, Their hearts began to breed dislike, and greatly grew affraid: Commanding that she never should, returne unto their sight, Nor back into the Castle come, but be excluded quite. Whereat the old malitious feend, with these her darlings thought: The Earle and Countesse them disgrac't, and their discredits wrought: In turning thus despightfully, her daughter out of dores, For which revengement, in her mind she many a mischiefe stores. Heereat the Divell made entrance in,his Kingdome to inlarge. And puts his executing wrath, unto these womens charge: Not caring whom it lighted on, the Innocent or no, And offered them his diligence, to flye, to run, and goe. And to attend in pretty formes, of Dog, of Cat, or Rat, To which they freely gave consent, and much rejoyc't thereat: And as it seemd they sould their soules, for service of such Spirits, And sealing it with drops of blood, damnation so inherits. These Women thus being Divels growne most cunning in their Arts: With charmes and with inchanting spells, they plaid most damned parts: They did forespeake, and Cattle kild, that neighbours could not thrive, And oftentimes their Children young, of life they would deprive. At length the Countess and her Lord, to fits of sickness grew: The which they deemd the hand of God, and their corrections due: Which crosses patiently they bore, misdoubting no such deede, As from these wicked Witches heere, malitiously proceeds. Yet so their mallice more increast, that mischiefe set in foote, To blast the branches of that house, and undermine the roote: Their eldest sonne Henry Lord Rosse, possest with sicknesse strange, Did lingring, lye tormented long, till death his life did change. Their second sonne Lord Francis next, felt like continuing woe: Both day and night in grievous sort, yet none the cause did know: And then the Lady Katherin, into such torments fell: By these their devilish practises, as grieves my heart to tell. The second Part. To the same tune. YEt did this noble minded Earle, so patiently it beare: As if his childrens punishments, right natures troubles were: Suspecting little, that such meanes, against them should be wrought, Untill it pleas'd the Lord to have to light these mischiefes brought. For greatly here the hand of God, did worke in justice cause: When he for these their practises them all in question drawes. And so before the Magistrates, when as the yongest came, Who being guilty of the fact confest and tould the same. How that her mother and her selfe, and sister gave consent: To give the Countesse and her Lord, occasions to repent That ere they turnd her out of dores, in such vile disgrace: For which, or them or theirs should be, brought into heavy case. And how her sister found a time, Lord Rosses glove to take: Who gave it to her mothers hand consuming spels to make. The which she prickt all full of holes, and layd it deepe in ground: Whereas it rotted, so should he, be quite away consum'd. All which her elder sister did, acknowledge to be true: And how that she in boyling blood, did oft the same imbrew, And hereupon the yong Lord Rosse, such torments did abide: That strangely he consum'd away, untill the houre he died. And likewise she confest how they, together all agreed: Against the children of this Earle, to practise and proceed. Not leaving them a child alive, and never to have more: If witchcraft so could doe, because, they turnd them out of dore. The mother as the daughters told, could hardly this deny: For which they were attached all, by Justice speedily. And unto Lincolne Citty borne, therein to lye in Jayle: Untill the Judging Sizes came, that death might be their bayle. But there this hatefull mother witch, these speeches did recall: And said that in Lord Rosses death, she had no hand at all. Whereon she bread and butter tooke, God let this same (quoth she) If I be guilty of his death, passe never thorough me. So mumbling it within her mouth, she never spake more words: But fell downe dead, a judgment just and wonder of the Lords. Her Daughters two their tryalls had, of which being guilty found, They dyed in shame, by strangling twist, and layd by shame in the ground. Have mercy Heaven, on sinners all, and grant that never like Be in this Nation knowne or done, but Lord in vengeance strike: Or else convert their wicked lives which in bad wayes are spent: The feares of God and love of heaven, such courses will prevent. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1619 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed by G. Eld. for John Barnes, dwelling in the long Walke neere Christ-Church, 1619. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. strangling Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. witchcraft Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lincoln Tune Data The Ladies Fall, is also known as, In Peascod Time Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/e944d7781c1d73ae618e2c64b1b12895.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="500" height="420"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/76771fc42a64798c6108334b15d0f1f2.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.132-133; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20058/image">EBBA 20058</a>. Prose pamphlet - <a href="http://eebo.chadwyck.com/search/full_rec?SOURCE=pgthumbs.cfg&ACTION=ByID&ID=99838148&FILE=../session/1316664456_21454&SEARCHSCREEN=CITATIONS&SEARCHCONFIG=var_spell.cfg&DISPLAY=AUTHOR" target="_blank">EEBO</a> (institutional login required). Audio recording by Molly McKew. <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20058/image" target="_blank"> </a> Subtitle Joane Flower, and her two Daughters, Margret and Phillip Flower, against Henry Lord Rosse, with others the Children of the Right Honourable the Earle of Rutland, at Beaver Castle, who for the same were executed at Lincolne the 11. of March last. To the tune of the Ladies fall. 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 The story of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witches_of_Belvoir" target="_blank">Belvoir Witches</a>, Joan Flower and her daughters Margaret and Philip, convicted in 1619 of killing the children of a noble family through witchcraft. The ballad conforms to English stereotypes of witches: a trio of women who consort with familiars and who take revenge for imagined slights. 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Title A name given to the resource Dutch Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet: Koninklijke Bibliotheek, Nationale bibliotheek van Nederland, 7 E 39. <a href="http://www.liederenbank.nl/liedpresentatie.php?zoek=10370%20">Nederlandse Liederenbank record</a> Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. 't Geschieden op een Goe-vryendagh Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics <div style="width:45%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:left;">Daer souder een Ruytertje vroegh uyt ryen, 't Was om een Lants-Heer sijn Dochter te vryen, Soo veer an geen groen Heye: De Lants-Heer doet hem Ghevangen, geboey Op een hoghen Toren leyden. 2 De Ruyter heefter seer luyde ghesonghen, Ick heb soo meenigh stout Ruyter ghedwonghen: En nou sit ick hier ghevanghen: De Lants-Heer heeft ghesworen mijn doot, Dat hy my sel doen op hanghen. 3 De Landes-Heers Dochter, noch jonck van dagen Sy hoorde de Ruyter so droevelick klagen, En sy gingh onder de Muuren: Stout Ruytertje dat jy sterven moet, Och! dat doet mijn jonck Hart treuren. 4 Mooy Meysje kon jyder behouden mijn leven, Wat jy begeerde soud' ick jou geven, En ick sou jou met mijn leyden, En voeren jou op mijn Vadertjes Slot, Daer ick noyt van jou scheyden. 5 Stout Ruyter, jou bidden is al verloren, Mijn Vader die heeft jou doodt gesworen, Maer wilje mijn Soete-lief trouwen, Ick hebje stout Ruyter soo seer bemint, Datje selt joulijf behouwen. 6 Sy liet haer Vadertjes Wachter ontbieden, En liet haer Vadertjes komst verspieden, En sy liet de Ruyter ontbinden: Die sadelde daer een Appel-grau Ros, En Reet heen, met zijn Beminde. </div> <div style="width:45%;padding:0 10px 0 0;float:right;">There was a young Rider riding out early To charm the Landlord’s daughter Far on the green heath The Landlord captures him, And leads him, handcuffed, up a high tower There the Rider sang very loudly, I have overcome many a brave Rider And now I am sitting here, imprisoned The Landlord has sworn I will die That he himself will hang me The Landlord’s daughter, still young of days She heard the Rider sing so sadly And she went beneath the Walls Brave Rider, that you must die oh! That makes my young heart weep Beautiful girl if you could preserve my life Whatever you wanted, I would give it to you And I would lead you with me And take you to my Father’s Castle So that I may never be parted from you Brave Rider, your plea is already lost My father has sworn your death But would you, my sweet love, marry me I have loved you so much Rider That you will maintain your body She summoned her father’s guards, And let them watch for her father’s arrival And she commanded them to release the Rider Who saddled a dapple-grey horse And rode off with his beloved Translation by Rena Bood </div> <div style="clear:both;"> </div> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A horseman in love with a Landlord's daughter is sentenced to hang but rides off with his beloved. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Date Date of ballad 1645 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events A horseman in love with a Landlord's daughter is sentenced to hang but rides off with his beloved. Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/b7845717c12cbfae6a802f5784da7344.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="400"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/44f73f8e5198d3440f7be1c2b60a00b2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="500" height="400"></iframe> Image notice Full size images of all song 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 Daer souder een Ruytertje vroegh uyt ryen Dutch https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/03abfe9ea218055d95ff9d7d5bab3868.jpg b1999127c754583faebc3913e3801b5e https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2b4a0ef9fa6d368edf0b1bde8cd75f82.mp3 faa6e6901b497587a78d2781e77ea6bb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 O H! this would make a stony heart Lament, That men should be so vild and insolent: They will proceed in their unlawful trade, Though many still are sad examples made. They'l Rob, and will defraud men of their due Not fearing any thing that will ensue: And in A Pitious course of Life run on, Contrary to the Law of God and man. Thus do they work their wits both night and day, Still to contrive how they may work their prey: Their wills are working to a base intent, But yet at last too late they may repent. When people by their care doth something save, They'l Rob them of their lives for what they have: This is the highest act of Villany, Their guiltless blood it will for Vengeance cry. Alas, that any Murther should lye hid, From true Discovery, the Lord forbid: Though they commit it ne'r so secretly, They cannot hide from Gods all-seeing-eye. Last April the twentieth day at night, Those Villains did commit a sad Exploit: Three Criminals together they agreed, And did commit a Murther there indeed-- The Widdow Fairbank as it's known full well, She in a Cellar all alone did dwell: To whom those Villains went without delay, And of her life and goods they made their pray. They with a Hankerchief did stop her breath, They also broke her neck, thus wrought her death; They robbed her, and then away they fled, And leaving of her murthered on the Bed. At length it seems one coming down that night, Where they beheld this sad and dismal sight, Undoubtedly it did them much surprize, To see this sudden change before their eyes. Those Criminals made their escape away, That night to Westminster without delay: Then Richard Jones, Charls Tooley, and John Wise, Among them they did share that fatal prize. Next day they were in a most wooful case, Their very Conscience flying in their face, When Jones and Tooley thought of what they'd done They were possest with fear, and forc'd to run. But Wise was taken, and in Prison cast, And Tooleys wife returned again at last: Then all their Villany was open laid, By what her Husband on his Death-bed said. Thus may we see, how Murthers are found out By what strange means it may be brought about: For God who is the Righteous Judge of all, Such Criminals he will to Justice call. Wise was Arraigned, in process of time, And was found Guilty of this cruel Crime: He then received Sentence for to dye, The Just reward of this his Cruelty. Now may this grieve some hundreds for to see, That he deserv'd to dye so shamefully: O that his death may now a warning be, To every one of high or low degree. All you that sees or hears my fatal end, Observe my words, to you a dying friend: In evil Courses never take delight, It is the ready Rode to ruine quite. I do Repent that e're I run astray, I might have lived many a happy day: My Wicked life has hastned death more soon, And now my Morning Sun goes down at Noon. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1684 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Three men, John Wise, Richard Jones, and Charles Tooley rob a widow and murder her; Jones and Tooley go on the run the next day but Wise is arrested. Tooley confesses on his deathbed, which his wife reveals and the other two are then punished. The last two stanzas are in Wise's voice. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for I. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-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. robbery, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Piccadilly Tune Data Fortune my foe, is also known as, Aim not too high Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/03abfe9ea218055d95ff9d7d5bab3868.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="450"></iframe> <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/2b4a0ef9fa6d368edf0b1bde8cd75f82.mp3" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="300" height="50"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.153; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20771/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20771</a>. Audio recording by Molly McKew. Subtitle Giving a Just and true Account of one Iohn Wise, who together with Richard Iones, and Charles Tooley yet untaken, did one Sunday night being the twentieth of April, commit that Barbarous and Unnatural Murther on Elizabeth Fairbank, Widdow, who lived in a Seller, at Picadilly, that Robbed and Rifled her, being of Money and Plate, and Rings, for which fact Iohn Wise at present was found guilty, and accordingly received the due Sentance of Death, the which was Executed on Friday, the 17tnth, of this instant October, 1684. at PICKADILLY. 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 CRIMINALS CRUELTY. 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Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics DE peur que la race future, D'Antoinette apprenant le sort, Ne nous reproche un jour sa mort, Des faux écrits par l'imposture, Je veux montrer à l'univers Ses crimes, ses desseins pervers; Je veux que, du royaume sombre, Elle entende le cri des loix: Je veux interroger son ombre Et qu'elle frémisse à ma voix. Monstre échappé de Germania, Toi qui dévastas no climats, Ils n'ont cessé tes attentats Que lorsqu'on fit cesser ta vie; Par tes crimes & tes forfaits, Vois les maux que tu nous a faits; Non satisfaite, dans ta rage, de ceux ou nous sommes plongés, Nous devions tous, par ton ouvrage, Périr l'un par l'autre égorgés. Avant l'époque combinée Du heureux & beau changement, Qui rendit le français si grand Et la france régénerée; Par ton adresse & par le vin, Charmant ton époux peu malin, Oui, je vois tes mains sacrilèges, L'endormant sur de vils excès, Pour un frere que tu protèges, Dépouiller l'empire francais. Ce fut le premier de tes crimes: Quand on débute comme toi, On peut, sans honte & sans effroi, Marcher d'abîmes en abîmes: L'horreur ne quitte point tes pas, Et, prodigue de tes appas, De tes enfans coupable mere, Ne retenant plus aucun frein, Trois fois une flâme adultere Fit germer ces fruits dans ton sein. Je vois une femme en furie Troubler le dedans, le dehors; Des Flandrins & Gardes-du-Corps Elle-même anime[r?] l'orgie. Je la vois les encourager, A ses yeux, faire profaner Notre cocarde tricolore: Par ses artifices adroits, Je vois la blanche qu'on arbore, Pour anéantir tous nos droits. Mais quelles sont ces assemblées, Que j'apperçois dans ce palais? Qui, de ces criminels projets Inspire les noires idées? C'est toi, trop cruelle, c'est toi: Contre nous & contre la loi. C'est-là même que tu présides Et fais, pour servir tes desseins, Nommer des ministres perfides, Agens de tes faits clandestins. Tu nous fais déclarer la guerre, Et, par tes mouvemens secrets, De la Belgique, des franais Se fait la retraite premiere: Aux rois & brigands conjurés Nos plans, par toi, sont envoyés: Si, quelquefois, sur nos armées Triompherent les ennemis, C'est à tes perfides menées Que, par eux, en est dù le prix. Je t'accuse de cet orage Que sur nous tu fis éclater, Le jour où l'on vit tant briller Des sans-culotes le courage, C'est le célevre jour du dix, Funeste à des peres chéris: Et de cette trame infernale Pour encourager les agens, D'avoir mordu plus d'une balle, Au milieu de tes partisans. Si Capet se fouilla de crimes, Et s'il fut digne de la mort, S'il a trop mérité son sort Et fait tomber tant de victimes, C'est toi-mme qui le perdis, Abusant d'un coeur trop épris: Qui, profitant de sa faiblesse, Fit servir son crédule amour, Aux complots machinés sans cesse Par ton noir esprit et ta cour. Envain je cherche en ma mémoire Le nom des êtres abhorrés, Dignes de t'être comparés: Je n'en trouve pas dans l'histoire, Pour faire un fidele tableau, Tu fus, on peut dire en un mot, Plus scélérat qu'Agrippine, Dont les crimes sont inouis, Plus lubrique que Messaline, Plus barbare que Médicis. Par GOURIET, fils. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793< Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. De l'Imp. de GOURIET, rue S.-Etienne-des-Grs, Nos. 20 & 22. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 37 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Subtitle Veuve Capet, Guillotinée le 25 du premier mois de l'an 2 de la République française, une et indivisible (le 16 octobre, 1793. Vieux stile. Air du malheureux Lisandre. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Marie Antoinette; baptised Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna (or Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna);2 November 1755 äóñ 16 October 1793), born an archduchess of Austria, was Dauphine of France from 1770 to 1774 and Queen of France and Navarre from 1774 to 1792. She was the fifteenth and penultimate child of Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and Empress Maria Theresa. In April 1770, on the day of her marriage to Louis-Auguste, Dauphin of France, she became Dauphine of France. Marie Antoinette assumed the title of Queen of France and of Navarre when her husband, Louis XVI of France, ascended the throne upon the death of Louis XV in May 1774. After seven years of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Marie-Thérse Charlotte, the first of four children. Initially charmed by her personality and beauty, the French people generally came to dislike her, accusing "L'Autrichienne" (meaning the Austrian (woman) in French) of being profligate, promiscuous,[2] and of harboring sympathies for France's enemies, particularly Austria, her country of origin.[3] The Diamond Necklace incident further ruined her reputation. Although she was completely innocent in this affair, she became known as Madame Déficit. The royal family's flight to Varennes had disastrous effects on French popular opinion, Louis XVI was deposed and the monarchy abolished on 21 September 1792; the royal family was subsequently imprisoned at the Temple Prison. Eight months after her husband's execution, Marie Antoinette was herself tried, convicted by the Convention for treason to the principles of the revolution, and executed by guillotine on 16 October 1793. 1793: "Widow Capet," Trial, and Death Marie Antoinette on the way to the guillotine. (Pen and ink by Jacques-Louis David, 16 October 1793) Marie Antoinette's execution on 16 October 1793. Louis was executed on 21 January 1793, at the age of thirty-eight.[118] The result was that the "Widow Capet", as the former queen was called after the death of her husband, plunged into deep mourning; she refused to eat or do any exercise. There is no knowledge of her proclaiming her son as Louis XVII; however, the comte de Provence, in exile, recognised his nephew as the new king of France and took the title of Regent. Marie-Antoinette's health rapidly deteriorated in the following months. By this time she suffered from tuberculosis and possibly uterine cancer, which caused her to hemorrhage frequently.[119] Despite her condition, the debate as to her fate was the central question of the National Convention after Louis's death. There were those who had been advocating her death for some time, while some had the idea of exchanging her for French prisoners of war or for a ransom from the Holy Roman Emperor. Thomas Paine advocated exile to America.[120] Starting in April, however, a Committee of Public Safety was formed, and men such as Jacques Hébert were beginning to call for Antoinette's trial; by the end of May, the Girondins had been chased out of power and arrested.[121] Other calls were made to "retrain" the Dauphin, to make him more pliant to revolutionary ideas. This was carried out when the eight-year-old boy Louis Charles was separated from Antoinette on 3 July, and given to the care of a cobbler.[122] On 1 August, she herself was taken out of the Tower and entered into the Conciergerie as Prisoner No. 280.[123] Despite various attempts to get her out, such as the Carnation Plot in September, Marie Antoinette refused when the plots for her escape were brought to her attention.[124] While in the Conciergerie, she was attended by her last servant, Rosalie Lamorlire. She was finally tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal on 14 October. Unlike the king, who had been given time to prepare a defence, the queen's trial was far more of a sham, considering the time she was given (less than one day). Among the things she was accused of (most, if not all, of the accusations were untrue and probably lifted from rumours begun by libelles) were orchestrating orgies in Versailles, sending millions of livres of treasury money to Austria, plotting to kill the Duke of Orléans, incest with her son, declaring her son to be the new king of France, and orchestrating the massacre of the Swiss Guards in 1792. The most infamous charge was that she sexually abused her son. This was according to Louis Charles, who, through his coaching by Hébert and his guardian, accused his mother. After being reminded that she had not answered the charge of incest, Marie Antoinette protested emotionally to the accusation, and the women present in the courtroom äóî the market women who had stormed the palace for her entrails in 1789 äóî even began to support her.[125] She had been composed throughout the trial until this accusation was made, to which she finally answered, "If I have not replied it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to such a charge laid against a mother." Funerary monument to King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette, sculptures by Edme Gaulle and Pierre Petitot in the Basilica of St Denis In reality the outcome of the trial had already been decided by the Committee of Public Safety around the time the Carnation Plot was uncovered, and she was declared guilty of treason in the early morning of 16 October, after two days of proceedings.[126] Back in her cell, she composed a letter to her sister-in-law Madame élisabeth, affirming her clear conscience, her Catholic faith and her feelings for her children. The letter did not reach élisabeth.[127] On the same day, her hair was cut off and she was driven through Paris in an open cart, wearing a simple white dress. At 12:15 p.m., two and a half weeks before her thirty-eighth birthday, she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution (present-day Place de la Concorde).[128][129] Her last words were "Pardon me sir, I meant not to do it", to Henri Sanson the executioner, whose foot she had accidentally stepped on after climbing the scaffold. Her body was thrown into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery, rue d'Anjou, (which was closed the following year). Her sister-in-law élisabeth was executed in 1794 and her son died in prison in 1795. Her daughter returned to Austria in a prisoner exchange, married and died childless in 1851.[130] Both Marie Antoinette's body and that of Louis XVI were exhumed on 18 January 1815, during the Bourbon Restoration, when the comte de Provence had become King Louis XVIII. Christian burial of the royal remains took place three days later, on 21 January, in the necropolis of French Kings at the Basilica of St Denis.[131] Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource CRIMES DE MARIE-ANTOINETTE, Female guillotine treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f34ca7c97c5f36b2af193b44f01c2a6a.jpg 4bfd146f4b834ecc433762f77a4dcaa9 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/cc2ffb421df8992c96134dcd253648f0.jpg ca447f9c5302a4f61f91d4b01ab9c26f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Triste raison j’abjure ton empire Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad <21 Jan 1793 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Execution of Louis XVI. The king mourns his fate, being separated from his wife, children, and sister, and doomed to die. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Paris, Imprimerie de Caron, place des Champs Elysées Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I. Ce n’est pas vous qui me coûtez des larmes, Bandeau des rois, sceptre de mes aïeux; A mes regards vous n’offriez de charmes, Que le pouvoir de faire des heureux. II. Je ne vivois que de ce bien céleste; Dans mon amour, j’embrassois l’univer: De tant d’amour, hélas! il ne me reste Qu’un peuple ingrat, des verroux et des fers. III. Roi, père, époux, je suis seul sur la terre; Ces murs sont sourds à mes tristes accens: J’appelle en vain mes enfans et leur mère; On les dérobe à mes embrassemens. IV. CRUELS! cent fois, c’est m’arracher la vie; Je meurs cent fois loin de ces biens si doux: Frappez le roi; mais, dans votre furie, N’accablez pas et le père et l’époux. V. A madame ELISABETH. Et toi, ma soeur, et toi dont la présence Auroit pu seule adoucir tant d’horreurs: On te redoute; on craint ton innocence; On nous défend de confondre nos pleurs. Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Couplets French guillotine Louis XVI treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/8909581a46a4632bed80a821c5a234a2.jpg beaaeeb562ff0be030ec36591a780e57 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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. Crimson Velvet Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics IT was a youthfull Knight, lov'd a gallant Lady, Faire she was and bright, and of vertues rare: Her selfe she did behave so courteously as may be, Wedded were they brave, joy without compare. Here began the griefe, Paine without reliefe, her husband soone her love forsooke, To women lewd of mind Being bad inclin'd, he onely lent a pleasant looke: The Lady she sate weeping, While that he was keeping company with others moe: Her words, my Love, believe not, Come to me and grieve not, Wantons will thee overthrow. His faire Ladies words nothing he regarded, Wantonnesse affords such delightfull sport: While they dance and sing, with great mirth prepared, She her hands did wring in most grievous s[oo]rt. Oh what hap had I Thus to waile and cry, unrespected every day: Living in disdaine, While that others gaine all the right I should enjoy? I am left forsaken, Others they are taken, ah my Love, why dost thou so? Her flatteries beleeve not, etc. The Knight with his faire Piece, at length his Lady spied, Who did him daily fleece of his wealth and store: Secretly she stood, while she her fashions tried, With a patient mood, while deepe the Strumpet swore: O sir Knight, quoth she, So dearely I love thee, my life doth rest at thy dispose, By day and eke by night, For thy sweet delight, thou shalt me in thy armes disclose. I am thine owne for ever, Still will I persever true to thee where ere I goe. Her flatteries beleeve not, etc. The vertuous Lady mild enters then among them, Being big with child, as ever she might be. With distilling teares she looked then upon them, Filled full of feares, thus replied she: Ah my Love and Deare, Wherefore stay you here, refusing me your loving wife, For an Harlots sake, Which each one will take, whose vile deeds provoke much strife: Many can accuse her, O my Love refuse her, with thy Lady home returne: Her flatteries beleeve not, Come to me and grieve not, etc. All in fury then the angry Knight upstarted Very furious, when he heard his Ladies speech: With many bitter termes his wife he overthwarted, Using hard extremes, while she did him beseech. From her necke so white, He tooke away in spight her curious chaine of finest gold, Her Jewels and her Rings, And all such costly things, as he about her did behold. The Harlot in her presence, He did gently reverence, and to her he gave them all He sent away his Lady, Full of woe as may be, who in a sound with griefe did fall. The second part, To the same tune. AT his Ladies wrong the Harlot fleer'd and laughed, Inticements are so strong, they over-come the wife: The Knight nothing regarded, to see the Lady scoffed, This was her reward, for her enterprise. The Harlot all this space Did him oft imbrace, she flatters him, and thus doth say, For thee Ile die and live, For thee my faith Ile give, no woe shall work my Loves decay. Thou shalt be my treasure, Thou shalt be my pleasure, thou shalt be my hearts delight: I will be thy darling, I will be thy worldling, in despight of Fortunes spight. Thus he did remaine in wastfull great expences, Till it bred his paine, and consum'd him quite: When his Lands were spent, troubled in his senses, Then he did repent this his lewd delight: For reliefe he hies, For reliefe he flies, to them on whom he spent his gold, They doe him deny, They doe him defie, they will not once his face behold. Being thus distressed, Being thus oppressed, in the fields that night he lay, Which the Harlot knowing, Through her malice growing, sought to take his life away. A young and proper Lad, they had slaine in secret, For the gold he had: whom they did convey, By a Ruffian lewd, to that place directly, Where that youthfull Knight fast a sleeping lay: The bloody dagger than, Wherewith they kill'd the man, hard by the Knight he likewise laid, Sprinkling him with blood, As he thought it good, and then no longer there he staid. The Knight being so abused, Was forthwith accused for this murther which was done, And he was condemned, That had not offended, shamefull death he might not shun. When the Lady bright understood the matter, That her wedded Knight was condemn'd to die, To the King she went with all the speed that might be, Where she did lament her hard destiny: Noble King, quoth she, Pitty take on me, and pardon my poore husbands life, Else I am undone, With my little son, let mercy mitigate this griefe. Lady faire, content thee, Soone thou wouldst repent thee, if he should be saved so: Sore he hath abus'd thee, Sore he hath misus'd thee, therefore Lady let him goe. O my Liege, quoth she, grant your gracious favor, Deare he is to me, though he did me wrong: The King repli'd againe, with a sterne behaviour, A Subject hee hath slaine, die he shall ere long, Except thou canst find Any one so kind, that will die and set him free. Noble King, she said, Glad am I apaid, the same person will I bee, I will suffer duely, I will suffer truely, for my Love and husbands sake. The King therefore amazed, Though he her duty praised, he bade that thence he should her take. It was the Kings command, on the morrow after, She should out of hand, to the Scaffold goe: Her husband pointed was, to beare the sword before her, He must eke alas, give the deadly blow: He refus'd the deed, Shee bade him proceed, with a thousand kisses sweet. In this wofull case, They did both imbrace which mov'd the Ruffian in that place Straight for to discover This concealed murther, whereby the Lady saved was, The Harlot then was hanged, As shee well deserved, this [did v]ertue bring to passe. FINIS. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1630 (Simpson 1966 says ballad registered in 1603 & 1624) Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events invented story? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed at London for I. Wright. 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. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Tune Data Crimson Velvet first appeared in 1596 (Simpson 1966, pp. 141-142). Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/8909581a46a4632bed80a821c5a234a2.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Shelfmark: Pepys Ballads 1.138-139 (EEBO has 3 other editions: BL 1660, BL 1675, Beinecke 1655-80); <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20060/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20060</a> Subtitle A very excellent Sonnet of the most faire Lady Constance of Cleveland and her disloyall Knight. To the tune of Crimson Velvet. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Constance of Cleveland. beheading Female murder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Joseph. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics QUICONQUE trahit la patrie Est indigne du nom franais; Au mépris comme à l'infamie Il se voit vouer à jamais: Celui qui sur l'intrigue compte Tôt ou tard connaît le remord; Couvert de regrets et de honte, Il subit mille fois la mort. Pour le prix de ma perfidie Sur l'échafaud je vais mourir; Les derniers momens de ma vie Sont consacrés au repentir. Il n'est plus temps, ô destinées! Vous connaissiez mon sort fatal; Moi-mme depuis neuf années De ma mort je fis le signal. Pour une puissance étrangre Violant mon premier devoir, Etant l'instrument de la guerre, Que pouvait tre mon espoir? Non, je ne suis point excusable; L'appât de l'or m'a corrompu; Je le sens, je suis trop coupable; J'ai trahi l'honneur, la vertu. Non content de mes premiers crimes, Par mes discours astucieux J'ouvris encore les abîmes Sous les pas de trois malheureux; Je leur promettais la richesse Pour les arracher à l'honneur; Agissant de ruse et d'adresse, Corrompu, je fus corrupteur. Adieu, ma tendre et bonne amie! Oublie un époux scélérat Qui fait le tourment de ta vie Aprs avoir trahi l'Etat. Adieu, fruits de notre hyménée, Enfans trops chers et malheureux; Plaignez ma triste destinée; Vivez et soyez vertueux. Aujourd'hui je suis ma victime; Moi seul ai creusé mon tombeau; Sous mes pieds je voyais l'abîme Sans apercevoir l'échafaud: La balance de la justice A pesé mes honteux forfaits, Et dans le fond du précipice Je me suis plongé pour jamais. La mort avec ignominie Aux Franais me met en horreur; Sentant toute ma perfidie, Le démon déchire mon coeur. J'eusse dù, trahissant mon maître, Plutôt faire réflexion Qu'on méprise toujours le traître Tout en cherchant la trahison. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1812 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Michel Michel, convicted of treason during (?) Napoleonic wars. He worked in the offices of the War Ministry and was convicted of passing secrets to the Russians. Wikipedia, First French Empire: The subsequent series of wars known collectively as the Napoleonic Wars extended French influence over much of Western Europe and into Poland. At its height in 1812, the French Empire had 130 départements, ruled over 44 million subjects, maintained an extensive military presence in Germany, Italy, Spain, and the Duchy of Warsaw, and could count Prussia and Austria as nominal allies.[7] Early French victories exported many ideological features of the French Revolution throughout Europe. Seigneurial dues and seigneurial justice were abolished, aristocratic privileges were eliminated in all places except Poland, and the introduction of the Napoleonic Code throughout the continent increased legal equality, established jury systems, and legalized divorce.[8] However Napoleon also placed relatives on the thrones of several European countries and granted many noble titles, most of which were not recognized after the empire fell. Historians have estimated the death toll from the Napoleonic Wars to be 6.5 million people, or 15% of the French Empire's subjects. In particular, French losses in the Peninsular War in Iberia severely weakened the Empire; after victory over the Austrian Empire in the War of the Fifth Coalition (1809) Napoleon deployed over 600,000 troops to attack Russia,[9] in a catastrophic French invasion of the empire in 1812. The War of the Sixth Coalition saw the expulsion of French forces from Germany in 1813. Napoleon abdicated in 11 April 1814. The Empire was briefly restored during the Hundred Days period in 1815 until Napoleon's defeat at the Battle of Waterloo. It was followed by the restored monarchy of the House of Bourbon. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Se trouve a Paris, Chez A. Daniel, Libraire, rue du Plâtre Saint-Jacques, nos. 18 et 20. Imprimerie de Brasseur aîné Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 36 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris URL http://books.google.com.au/books?id=MtoJAAAAIAAJ&pg=PA135&lpg=PA135&dq=michel+michel+trahison+cour+d%27assises&source=bl&ots=Jwn4qG3R4D&sig=UjhzCQeDCwz9IDFUE7QZyAoyS1U&hl=en&sa=X&ei=aRWGUJGGBuSZiAfzt4DYCw&ved=0CCAQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=michel%20michel%20trahison%20cour%20d%27assises&f=false Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource CONFESSION DE MICHEL. Air de Joseph. 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Melody to which ballad is set. de la Romance de Gabrielle de Vergy Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics TOUT est lugubre dans l'histoire, Que nous allons vous raconter. Les faits sont vrais, ils sont notoires, Aucun ne peut les contester. Jamais la justice sévère, N'eut à punir autant d'horreurs; Aux larmes de la france entière, Peuple sensible ouvrez vos coeurs. NANTES dans une paix profonde, Jouissoit de la Liberté. Lorsque CARRIER, cette ame immonde, Troubla cette heureuse Cité. Devant lui le bonheur s'envole, La Mort le suit avec le Deuil; NANTES bientôt à sa parole, Se change en un vaste Cercueil. CARRIER, ce tigre sanguinaire, Ne pouvant seul tout ravager, D'un Club Révolutionnaire, Arme les mains pour égorger; Et pour mériter son estime, Il exige de chaque agent, Qu'il puisse, sans horreur du crime, Avaler un verre de sang. [line in italics] Lorsque ce tyran plein de rage, De ces brigans eut fait sa Cour; Afin d'animer leur courage, Il leur tint cet affreux discours: 'Surtout, qu'on n'épargne personne, Je vous remets mon plein pouvoir; Et sachez que quand je l'ordonne, L'ASSASSINAT est un devoir.' Ces monstres fiers de leur puissance, En tout lieu portent la terreur; La foible et timide innocence, N'échappe pas à leur fureur. Le fils voit enlever son pre, Malgré ses cris et ses sanglots; La fille, du sein de sa mre, Passe dans le fond des cachots. Tous les malheureux qu'on entasse, Dans ces souterraines prisons, L'un à l'autre, faute de place, Se portent de mortels poisons. L'air contagieux qu'on respire, Leur a bientôt donné la mort; Si quelqu'un par pitié soupire, On lui réserve le même sort. Mais d'où partent ces voix plaintives, Ces cris, ces douloureux accens, La Loire le long de ses rives, Répète leurs gémissemens. CARRIER, quelle est ta barbarie, Quel crime ont commis ces enfans, Et c'est au nom de la PATRIE, Que tu les livres aux tourmens. L'instrument qui tranche les Têtes, Pour son objet paroît trop lent; CARRIER ordonne qu'on apprête Un plus meurtrier instrument; C'est un Bateau fait à coulisse, Qui semble ferme sur les eaux; Mais, par un secret artifice, Il s'ouvre et descent dans les flots. Vers cette machine fatale, Quatre cents Enfans sont conduits; Une férocité brutale, Les dépouille de leurs habits. Ils tendoient des mains suppliantes; Mais une troupe de Soldats, Déployant des lames tranchantes, S'amuse à couper les Bras. Chaque jour un nouveau carnage, Leur présente un plaisir nouveau. Hommes et femmes de tout âge, Sont renfermés dans le bateau; Et, pour insulter la nature, Là, les deux sexes confondus, Dépouillés par des mains impures, L'un à l'autre se montroient nuds. Une Femme parut enceinte, A ces impudiques soldats; Aussitôt leur ame est atteinte D'un desir qu'on ne conçoit pas. En vain la Femme les implore, Ils vont arracher à ses flancs, Un Enfant qui palpite encore, Qui bientôt meurt dans les Tourmens. CARRIER, reconnois ton ouvrage, D'où viennent ces monceaux de morts, Que la Loire dans son passage, Par-tout rejette sur ses bords. Depuis que tu parus à NANTES, Ce fleuve autrefois si vanté, N'a roulé que des eaux sanglantes, A l'Océan épouvanté. Vois tous ces morts, monstre perfide; C'est toi qui fut leur assassin; C'est toi, c'est ton fer homicide, Que leur a déchiré le sein: Leur Corps restés sans sépulture, Nuds, exposés à tous les yeux, Aux Chiens qui cherchent leur pâture, Offrent un aliment affreux. CARRIER, tu vivras dans l'histoire, Mais comme y doit vivre un Brigant; Ton nom gravé dans la mémoire, Y restera couillé de sang. Monstre tout composé de vices, Homme scélérat et pervers, Ton Corps appartient aux Supplices, Ton Ame appartient aux Enfers! FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1794< Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad The Drownings at Nantes (French: Noyades de Nantes) were a series of mass executions by drowning during the Reign of Terror in Nantes, France, that occurred between November 1793 and February 1794. During this period, anyone arrested and jailed for not consistently supporting the Revolution, or suspected of being a royalist sympathizer, especially Catholic priests and nuns, was cast into the Loire and drowned on the orders of Jean-Baptiste Carrier, the representative-on-mission in Nantes. Before the horrific murders ceased, as many as four thousand or more people, including innocent families with women and children, lost their lives in what Carrier himself called "the national bathtub." Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. drowning Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Nantes URL <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=w8Q7AAAAcAAJ&pg=PA86&lpg=PA86&dq=chanson+de+gabrielle+de+vergy&source=bl&ots=TkQewU41Es&sig=9XVuk1IBG2GP%C3%A95s1-eaVRgpKE40&hl=en&sa=X&ei=eGR%C3%A9UML1NOehigff4oCgBw&ved=0CGMQ6AEwCQ#v=onepage&q=chanson%20de%20gabrielle%20de%20vergy&f=false" target="_blank">Chansons choisies, avec les airs notés, Volume 5</a> Subtitle Air: de la Romance de Gabrielle de Vergy Tune Data Title: [Romance of Gabrielle de Vergy.] Author: Louis César de la Baume Le Blanc La Vallire duc de, 1708-1780 Printed for first time (along with Les infortunés Amours de Cominges), 1752, with music. Image / Audio Credit BL Shelfmark(s): General Reference Collection 722.d.18. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource COMPLAINTE, Sur les horreurs commises à Nantes, par l'Ordre de Carrier. drowning Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Marechal de Saxe/Fualdès Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Vous don't l'ame est juste et pure, Amis de l'humanité, Est-il une atrocité, Plus contraire à la nature, Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1796-1797 URL http://collection.waddesdon.org.uk/search.do?id=42820&db=object&page=1&view=detail Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte sur les crimes commis par les chauffeurs. Air: du Marechal de Saxe French Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Jeunesse trop coquette Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Bon peuple de la France, Reconnois tes erreurs, D’avoir eu confiance Au plus grand des trompeurs; Ce fut ce scélérat Que l’on nommoit Custine, Ce noble, ce pied plat, Que chercha ta ruine. Avoit-on espérance Qu’il fit un bon sujet, Etant de connivence Avec défunt Capet; Ce fut d’avant Lajard, L’exécrable ministre Qui nomma ce pendard, Ce général sinistre. On sait bien que Custine, Ainsi qu’autres vauriens Alloient, à la sourdine, Au club des Autrichiens; Dans ce séjour d’hiboux, Luckner et Lafayette, Rochambeau, Montesquiou. Oui, faisoient leur retraite, Dans cet affreux asyle, Custine fit projet D’être toujours utile A la race Capet; Puis, partant promptement, Cachant sa politique, Dit: je vais vaillament Servir la République. Sa première campagne Eut assez de succès, On sait, sur l’Allemagne, Qu’il fit de grand progrès; Mais tout son but n’étoit Que le peuple séduire, Puisque le traître étoit D’accord avec l’empire. Par ruse sanguinaire, A Francfort, l’an dernier, Un brave volontaire Il fit sacrifier; Sous le nom de son fils, Fit faire ce massacre; Faisant dans les esprits Croire ce simulacre. Au même instant, l’alarme S’empare des esprits, Custine par les armes, Saura venger son fils; Ne craignons nullement Qu’il soit traître à la France, Le sang de son enfant Lui demande vengeance. Le ciel, que rien n’abuse, Fit connoître à la fin, La trame de sa ruse Et son mauvais dessein; Par un cruel revers, Au combat de Mayence, Il fut connu pervers, Voulant livrer la France. Le traître abominable S’en vint droit à Paris, Se croyant peu coupable, Mais bientôt il fut pris; Ce fourbe général, D’ame si meurtrière, Parut au tribunal Révolutionnaire. Il avoue, il exprime Toute sa trahison; Il est jugé pour crime De lèze-nation; Qu’il subisse la mort Par l’aimable machine Que se monte a ressort; Qu’on nomme guillotine. A Paris, de l’Imp. de Daniel, rue et vis-à-vis l’Eglise S.–André-des-Arts, No. 111. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793< Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Song lists crimes of the general Custine before his execution Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AdaméPhilippe,éComteédeéCustine Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. A Paris, de lÍImp. de Daniel, rue et vis-ö-vis lÍEglise S.éAndré-des-Arts, No. 111. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading [guillotine] Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 53 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Subtitle allant à la guillotine le 28 Août 1793, l’an 2me. de la République Française. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Chambors [Chambord?] Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Peuple Franais sans égal, Me voilà au raug des morts, Mais priez dieu pour mon sort, Il n'y a plus d'interval, Voilà ce que j'ai mérité, Chantez vive la liberté. Peuple souverain de la terre, Qui n'avez jamais été, Par ma mort vous voilà lavé, Hélas! je finis ma carriere, Place Louis-Quinze pour certain, Voilà donc ma triste fin. Du crime le plus atroce, Ce fut dans le mois d'aoùt, Je voulois vous périr tous, Croyant en faire une nôce. Hélas pour moi quel malheur, On me découvre à dix heure. C'est dans l'assemblée nationale Où je me sauve à l'instant, Retiré comme un enfant Qui venoit de faire du mal, Delà on m'ai fait emmener, Au Temple pour prisonnier. Etant dans la Tour. Quel horrible résidence, Je me vois environné; De moö‚lon ma chambre est pavée, Mais me voilà tout en trance. On vient pour me faire coucher. Je ne puis y résister. Hélas! sept mois se passerent, Dans cette horrible prison, J'entends troupe et bataillon; Qui se dirent nous sommes frres. Il faut garder sans faon, Ne point perdre le Cochon. Hélas! voilà l'alarme, C'est quand on vient m'avertir, On me dit qu'il faut partir, Que le peuple est sous les armes, Pour mon dernier jugement, Allon partons il est temps. A la convention je jure, On me conduit à l'instant, Pour entendre mon jugement, Où l'on me connois pour parjure, Delà je fus aussitôt, Conduit dessus l'échaffaud. Femme cruelle et perfide, Reois mes derniers adieux, Tu m'as réduit en ces lieux, Par tes desseins paricide, Adieux mes trs-chers enfans, Dans peu je suis au néant. Les adieu qu'il fait au peuple. Adieu peuple de la terre, Adieu tous peuple Franois, Je vais voir le roi des rois, Je vais fermet la paupiere Sous le glaive de la loi, Comme étant ci-devant roi. Par Naudin Patriote de la section du Panthéon Franois. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Louis XVI sings complainte before his execution in 1793 Wikipedia: Louis was officially arrested on 13 August 1792, and sent to the Temple, an ancient fortress in Paris that was used as a prison. On 21 September, the National Assembly declared France to be a Republic and abolished the Monarchy. Louis was stripped of all of his titles and honours, and from this date was known as simply Citoyen Louis Capet. The Girondins were partial to keeping the deposed king under arrest, both as a hostage and a guarantee for the future. The more radical members äóñ mainly the Commune and the Parisian deputies who would soon be known as the Mountain äóñ argued for Louis's immediate execution. The legal background of many of the deputies made it difficult for a great number of them to accept an execution without the due process of law of some sort, and it was voted that the deposed monarch be tried before the National Convention, the organ that housed the representatives of the sovereign people. In many ways the former king's trial represented the trial of the revolution. The trial was seen as such, with the death of one came the life of the other. Michelet argued that the death of the former king would lead to the acceptance of violence as a tool for happiness. He said, äóìIf we accept the proposition that one person can be sacrificed for the happiness of the many, it will soon be demonstrated that two or three or more could also be sacrificed for the happiness of the many. Little by little, we will find reasons for sacrificing the many for the happiness of the many, and we will think it was a bargain. In November 1792, the Armoire de fer (French: 'iron chest') incident took place at the Tuileries Palace. This was believed to have been a hiding place at the Royal apartments, where some secret documents were kept. The existence of this iron cabinet was publicly revealed to Jean-Marie Roland, Girondinist Minister of the Interior. The resulting scandal served to discredit the King. On 11 December, among crowded and silent streets, the deposed King was brought from the Temple to stand before the Convention and hear his indictment, an accusation of high treason and crimes against the State. On 26 December, his counsel, Raymond de Sze, delivered Louis's response to the charges, with the assistance of Franois Tronchet and Malesherbes. Execution of Louis XVI in the Place de la Révolution. The empty pedestal in front of him had supported a statue of his grandfather, Louis XV, now torn down during one of the many revolutionary riots. On 15 January 1793, the Convention, composed of 721 deputies, voted on the verdict. Given overwhelming evidence of Louis's collusion with the invaders, the verdict was a foregone conclusion - with 693 deputies voting guilty, none for acquittal, with 23 abstaining. The next day, a roll-call vote was carried out to decide upon the fate of the former King, and the result was uncomfortably close for such a dramatic decision. 288 of the Deputies voted against death and for some other alternative, mainly some means of imprisonment or exile. 72 of the Deputies voted for the death penalty, but subject to a number of delaying conditions and reservations. 361 of the Deputies voted for Louis's immediate death. The next day, a motion to grant Louis XVI reprieve from the death sentence was voted down: 310 of the Deputies requested mercy, but 380 of the Deputies voted for the immediate execution of the death penalty. This decision would be final. On Monday, 21 January 1793, Louis was beheaded by guillotine on the Place de la Révolution. The executioner, Charles Henri Sanson, testified that the former King had bravely met his fate. As Louis mounted the scaffold he appeared dignified and resigned. He delivered a short speech in which he reasserted his innocence, äóìI die perfectly innocent of the so-called crimes of which I am accused. I pardon those who are the cause of my misfortunes... He declared himself willing to die and prayed that the people of France would be spared a similar fate. Many accounts suggest Louis XVI's desire to say more, but Antoine-Joseph Santerre, a general in the National Guard, halted the speech by ordering a drum roll. The former King was then quickly beheaded. Some accounts of Louis's beheading indicate that the blade did not sever his neck entirely the first time. There are also accounts of a blood-curdling scream issuing from Louis after the blade fell but this is unlikely, since the blade severed Louis's spine. It is agreed that while Louis's blood dripped to the ground many members of the crowd ran forward to dip their handkerchiefs in it. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. De l'Imp. de Feret, rue du Marché-Palu. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 48 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze Composer of Ballad Par Naudin Patriote de la section du Panthéon Franois. Subtitle Sur l'Air: de Chambors Image / Audio Credit Pamphlet location: Newberry Library, printed in Révolution Franaise vol 3 (BL) Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/144562790824d3280a2ffe5846be588e.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="500"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource COMPLAINTE Sur la Mort de Louis le dernier. 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Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1160">Fualdès</a> Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1817 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Three men are convicted of plotting the murder of a farmer and the soldiers sent to arrest them, and await their death sentence. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. not mentioned Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Chartres Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics C’est en vain qu’à la Justice Le méchant pense échapper; Le coup qui le doit frapper Part souvent do son complice: Tel fut le sort de Colin, La malfaiteur inhumain. A son crime il associe Ville, Asselin, Marigault, Jean Buret nommé Gaffault Qu’entraîne leur perfidie; Et dans Cormin ces voleurs Doivent porter leurs fureurs. Deschamps duquel il espère, Par un d’eux est informé Du project qu’ils ont formé; Mais à l’adjoint de son maire, Celui-ci courut bientôt Révéler le noir complot. La gendarmerie instruite Du jour qu’a choisi Colin Pour aller piller Cormin, Dans la ferme est introduite, Et va protéger Auger Que menace un grand danger. En implorant l’assistanve De ce fermier généreux, Colin, comme un furieux, Sur lui se jette et s’élance; Sans le brave brigadier, C’en était fait du fermier. Colin, transporté de rage, A bout portant, sans succès, A tiré ses pistolets: Des gendarmes le courage A rendu vain son courroux; Colin tombe sous leurs coups. Tous les siens, transis de crainte, Pour écarter les soupçons, Ont regagné leurs maisons, Au crime que sert la feinte? Ces voleurs dans leurs logis Sont l’un après l’autre pris. Devant la Cour prévôtale Ils furent tous amenés Et par elle condamnés A la peine capitale. Que leur juste châtiment Serve d’exemple au méchant. 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Title A name given to the resource Complainte sur l’exécution de Claude-Etienne Colin, Jean Marigault et Jean Buret dit Gaffault French https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/67063e0434b331ec4135d42a29231d4e.JPG 98191066e300d0c9778a403d4aec8821 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fd86e0a0f4553c4ec93be74da5246f9f.jpg c5592ac8faccfe628959eb97dbca7554 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Fualdès Maréchal de Saxe Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Retraons le crime infâme Qui fut commis récemment A Nancray, prs d'Orléans, Par Grillre et par sa femme, Ils ont fait, ces scélérats, D'un coup trois assassinats. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1813 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Orléans Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Composer of Ballad Parmentier URL http://www.photo.rmn.fr/cf/htm/CSearchZ.aspx?o=&Total=22&FP=26320801&E=2K1KTSG1S6NTE&SID=2K1KTSG1S6NTE&New=T&Pic=3&SubE=2C6NU0GQ2ZVI http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Complainte-sur-l-horrible-assassinat-commis-dans-la-commune-de-Nancray-sur-deux-vieillards-et-sur-Posterséi7340274é.htm Subtitle commis dans la commune de Nancray, sur deux viellards et sur leur servante. Air: Du Maréchal de Saxe. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource COMPLAINTE Sur l'horrible assassinat French murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/01917ed629c4390fcd01085a8a189e4b.jpg 0940a9cbe480c3ce153f51c5d8212ae0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Madame la Dauphine Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics APPROCHEZ, je vous prie, Pour contempler le récit, L'horrible action, Et la noire trahison Commise depuis peu Par un malheureux, Qui vouloit sans effroi Poignarder notre bon Roy; On ne pourroit sans horreur Raconter ce malheur. Le Roy sans penser Qu'il couroit un tel danger, Résolut d'aller A Trianon pour souper; Mais François Damien, Comme un inhumain, S'aprocha de lui A la faveur de la nuit; Il lui donna pour certain D'un couteau dans le sein. Indigne pécheur, Hélas! n'as-tu pas horreur, Voyant ton forfait, Le plus grand qui fut jamais? Crains d'un Dieu jaloux Les terribles coups Qu'il va faire sentir A ton corps pour le punir; AvoÙe donc la vérité, Afin d'être sauvé. Le Roy humble & doux Sentant lui porter le coup, S'écrie à l'instant: Ah! je suis blessé à sang; Les Princes & Seigneurs Saisis de frayeur, Voyant l'attentat Commis par ce scélerat; D'abord il fut arrêté Pour être éxaminé. Dedans la prison, Pour punir son action, Il fut enchaîné, Et bien surement gardé; Pour sçavoir son nom Et sa Profession, Des Juges éclairés D'abord lui ont demandé, S'il avoit quelques consorts Dans ce malheureux sort. La Reine attristée Etoit enfin désolée; Le Dauphin aussi Avoit le coeur tout saisi; Enfin à la Cour Chacun en ce jour Etoit consterné, Considérant ce danger, Aussi bien qu'en tout Pays Où l'on sçait le récit. Il vient tous les jours Des Juges bien humbles & doux, Pour être assuré De sçavoir la vérité; Son coeur endurci, Sans être contrit, N'a de son esprit Aucune parole sottie; Voyant son endurcissement, On fait son Jugement. Si-tôt le Parlement, Etant éclairé vrayment De son noir forfait, L'a condamné sur le fait, En punition de son action Et de sa trahison, Sur un Echafaut, Afin de punir son corps; Il sera tenaillé, Et ensuite écartelé. Quel rude tourment, Pour punir son châtiment, Sçauroit-on inventer, Pour sa noire témérité? Pour punir son action, On lui a mis du plomb, Du souffre fondu, Sçauroit-on faire de plus? Et mis dans un feu ardent, Et jetté ses cendres au vent. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1757 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. By Berrier, Paris, 29 march 1757. 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. regicide Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Subtitle Des Tourmens que l'on a fait souffrir à Robert-François Damiens, de la Ville d'Arras en Artois, pour l'attentat qu'il a fait envers la Sacrée Personne du Roy le 5. Janvier 1757. & jugé par Arrêt du Parlement de Paris le 26. Mars de ladite année: Sur l'Air de madame la Dauphine. Image / Audio Credit Bibliothque Nationale et Universitaire de Strasbourg Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics APprochez, fidéles Sujets, Pour entendre l'Histoire D'un des plus horribles forfaits Qu'on ait sçu de mémoire; Car les coeurs les plus endurcis Doivent frémir à ces récits. Ce Marchand des mieux établis Faisoit un gros commerce Dedans la Ville de Paris, Vendant de toute espece; Mais, hélas! son ambition A causé sa perdition. Depuis longtems ce malheureux Avoit fait banqueroute; Devenant plus audacieux, S'imagina, sans doute, Que pour s'enrichir promptement, Il feroit tout impunément. Il faisoit aussi des billets Pour de la marchandise, Lorsqu'on lui confioit ses effets Avec grande franchise, Il les déchiroit promptement, Et gagnoit ainsi cet argent. Sçavoit-il quelqu'un retiré Et vivant à son aise, Sitôt d'un air de vérité Et sans qu'il y paroisse, Pour le volet, dans sa boisson Lui faisoit prendre du poison. Mais ses plus noires trahisons C'est envers une Dame, Qui venoit de lui vendre un fonds; Car, hélas! cet infâme A souper lui ayant donné, En mangeant l'a empoisonné. Tout aussitôt ce scélérat, Pour cacher le cadavre, Et pour éviter tout éclat, S'en fut louer une cave, Secrettement l'y conduisit Et l'enterra pendant la nuit. Non content de cette action, D'un coeur très-sanguinaire S'en fut aussi à la pension Du fils de cette mere, Et par le plus noir sentiment Lui donna un poison plus lent. L'ayant bu, dans le même instant Il l'emmene à Versailles; En chemin ce pauvre innocent Sentoit dans ses entrailles Du poison le funeste effet Qui au tombeau le conduisoit. De-là il s'en fut à Lyon, Et s'y déguise en femme, En y prenant aussi le nom De cette bonne Dame; Montrant par ce déguisement Qu'elle partoit avec l'argent. Mais Dieu irrité à la fin De toutes ces victimes, Permit que de cet inhumain On découvrit les crimes, Il fut bientôt emprisonné Et très-justement condamné. Pour punir ses méchancetés, Il fut avec justice Jugé d'être rompu, brùlé, Méritant ce supplice: C'est bien la peine des méchans D'expirer dedans ces tourmens. Prions pour tous les malheureux Péris par cet infâme; Que Dieu veuille avoir pitié d'eux, Pour le Fils & la Dame, Et que nous soyons préservés Du sort de ces infortunés. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1777? Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoine_Fran%C3%A7ois_Desrues" target="_blank">Wikipedia:</a> Desrues was born at Chartres, of humble parents. He went to Paris to seek his fortune, and started in business as a grocer. He was known as a man of great piety and devotion, and his business was reputed to be a flourishing one, but when, in 1773, he gave up his shop, his finances, owing to personal extravagance, were in a deplorable condition. Nevertheless, Desrues entered into negotiations with a Madame de la Motte for the purchase from her of a country estate, and, when the time came for the payment of the purchase money, invited her to stay with him in Paris pending the transfer. While she was still his guest, he poisoned first her and then her son, a youth of sixteen. Then, having forged a receipt for the purchase money and taken on the aristocratic name "Desrues de Bury," he endeavoured to obtain possession of the property.<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoine_Fran%C3%A7ois_Desrues#cite_note-EB1911-1"> </a> But by this time the disappearance of Madame de la Motte and her son had aroused suspicion. Desrues was arrested, the bodies of his victims were discovered, and the crime was brought home to him. He was originally sentenced to life in prison, but was retried and condemned to be torn asunder alive and burned. He was condemned to death and executed in Paris in 1777, Desrues repeating protestations of his innocence to the last. An extended debate ensued after his death, which was seen as a touchstone for understanding both the last years of the Ancien Régime and the early revolutionary period, with Balzac, Hugo, and Dumas among the participants. As late as 1828 a dramatic version of it was performed in Paris. // Antoine-Franois Desrues, né en 1744 à Chartres et roué en 1777 à Paris, est un empoisonneur franais. Marchand épicier à Paris, Desrues s'enrichit par des escroqueries et des crimes et sut, par son hypocrisie, se faire une telle réputation de vertu que pendant longtemps on ne put le souponner. Ayant acheté à M. de La Motte, écuyer du roi, la terre de Buisson-Soö‚f, qu'il devait payer 130 000 livres, il résolut de faire mourir toute la famille de son créancier afin de s'emparer du bien sans rien débourser : il avait déjà empoisonné la femme et le fils, lorsque son crime fut découvert. Il fut roué vif en 1777 en place de Grve à Paris, son corps fut brulé et cendres dispersées. Ce fut Charles-Henri Sanson, futur bourreau du roi Louis XVI, qui procéda au supplice. Soutenu par le petit peuple qui voyait en lui un simple martyr, victime de l'arbitraire royal ne lui ayant mme pas épargné le bùcher, ce fils de petit boutiquier eut ses cendres filtrées par une foule étant allée jusqu'à se battre pour en récupérer le moindre bout d'os, reliques auxquelles elle attribuait des vertus magiques (enrichissement) et qui furent ensuite l'objet d'un commerce. Sa femme, enfermée à la Salptrire, fut assassinée par les émeutiers lors des massacres de Septembre, en 1792. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel, burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 33 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, place de Greve Subtitle Sur les cruautés commises par le nommé Derues, Epicier-Droguiste a Paris. Air: Camarade, il nous faut chanter. Image / Audio Credit BHVP URL <a href="https://murderpedia.org/male.D/d/desrues-antoine.htm" target="_blank">Murderpedia record</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 COMPLAINTE HISTORIQUE ET CIRCONSTANCIéE breaking on the wheel burning Male murder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Demandez l[e] à votre père pareillement à vostre mère Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Or escoutez je vous en prie, La complainte que je vas dire D'une fille agée de vingt ans Qui c'est gouvernée meschamment. Sathan maudit tout plain de rage Ma faict faire un grand outrage Me conseillant de paillarder: Et puis mon propre enfant tuer. Ne suis je pas bien miserable J'estoit d'un lieu tres-honorable Avoir commis ce or peché Helas qui ma d'es-honnoré. Mon Pere avoit en abondance D'or & d'argent & de chevance Pour me marié richement, A quelque honneste marchant. Mais Cupidon trompeur infame Ma enflambé le corps & l'ame J'ay voulu prendre mes esbas, Avec un jeune Advocat. Comme n'ayant de Dieu la crainte Quant je seu que j'estois ensainte [J'ay] conclu une trahison: Mais j'en resenty le guerdon. Dans le grenier je suis montée [?] celle fin de l'anfantée Enfans que nul ne me verroit Mais le bon Dieu point ne dormoit. Soudain je l'ay pris par la gorge Sans avoir de luy misericorde D'une ache je l'ay tué Puis l'ay jetté dans les privé. Alors voicy venir ma Mere Qui descouvry tout mon affaire Estant faschée & courroussée Elle mesme ma accusée. Me voilla prise & liée Et dedans la prison fut menée Enserrée bien estroittement, En attendant mon jugement. La justice a ordonnée Que j'aurois les deux point couppée Et les mamelles tenaillé, Car je l'ay fort bien merité. Puis apres à une potence Seray mise pour recompence Je prie Dieu de paradis, Qu'il face a mon ame mercy. Entre vous autre jeune fille Prenez example a ma follie Gouvernez vous plus sagement Las que je n'ay fait en mon temps. A Dieu mon Pere a Dieu ma Mere Auquel j'ay grand' vitupere Je vous crie a tous mercy, Priez Dieu pour moy mes amis. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1606 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Lyon: Simon Rigaud, 1606 'La Fleur du Rozier des chansons' Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. mutilation, hanging? Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. infanticide Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female URL https://play.google.com/books/reader?printsec=frontcover&output=reader&id=zdg5AAAAcAAJ&pg=GBS.PA43 Subtitle en Normandie pour avoir deffaict son propre enfant. Sur le chant, Demandez l[e] à votre père pareillement à vostre mère. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics CEdres hauts eslevés, au milieu des Campagnes, Et Rochers tres-puissants, ainsi que des Montagnes, Las! trembles tous à ce coup; tout saisis de frayeur! Voyant que la cognée, met à bas la Grandeur. Arrestes vous Ruisseaux, & prestes vos oreilles, Entendes en un mot, des estranges merveilles Perpetré depuis peu, parmy un Peuple Anglois, Escoutes, ô Chrestiens, un pitoyable cas! Une guerre Civile, s'estant esmeu entr'eux, Que te contraignit ô Roy, à te retirer d'eux, Pour te défendre mieux, & te garder d'embusches, Et n'estre pas surpris, de leurs fausses astuces. On le poursuit, le bat, contraint à la retraitte, Tous remplis de fureur, le nomment ROY sans TESTE, Apres plusieurs combats, il fuit dans une Ville, Où il est assiegé, de ces Gens incivile, En la fin, force luy est, d'en sortir finement, Assisté de quelqu'homme, pris dans un Regiment, Sortis il s'en alla, vers l'Armée Escossoise, Croyant le General, avoir l'ame courtoise. Mais l'inique perfide, pour tirer de l'argent, Le livre entre les mains, de ceux de Parlement, Qui sans riens respecter, Sa Majesté Royale, L'ont logé en Prison, d'un faon brutale, Là où ils l'ont tenu, par diverses années, Et traittant avec luy, par des fausses menées, En fin l'ont dégradé, de toute Seigneurie, Tesmoignant en cela, leur mal-heureuse envie, Cependant on meurtrit, on coupe, execute, Ceux qui tiennent pour luy, on tue, on persecute: Ayant force en main, on taille, la commune, On y change les Loys, sans en espargner Une. Des Sectes infinies, s'y font journellement, N'ayant en l'Evangile, aucun bon fondement, Le Parlement permet, tous mauvais sectataires, Moyennant de l'argent, pour eux, en pour la Guerre. Las! le peuple gemît, de telle tirannie, Mais si quelqu'un s'oppose, on luy oste la vie: Fairfax fait le fendant, avecque son Armé, Qu'il transmet & tracasse, par toute la Contrée, Ainsi le pauvre peuple, est par tout ravagé, Et jusqu'au dernier bout, de ces gens affligé; Chacun lamante, ayant l'Ame abatuö‚, Priant Dieu de leur rendre leur liberté perduö‚: On transmet le Roy, allant de place en place, Par des gens de Fairfax, ne parlans qu'en menace: Enfin ce pauvre Roy, supplie qu'on s'accorde, Rendant à la Patrie, la paix & la concorde. Dont ceux du Parlement, quelques-uns deputerent Et avant que partir, ensemble s'accorderent: Car le Roy lors ceda, à toutes leurs demandes, Sans nulles refuser, ou petites ou grandes. Mais! de rien ne te sert, ô Roy, ta liberalité, A des gens sanguinaire, remplis de cruauté, Tu prie qu'à ton peuple, la paix on vueille rendre Tes ennemis felons; de voir ton sang épandre, Car ce monstre de Fairfax, que l'Enfer enfanta, Armé d'une fureur, que le Diable alluma, Poursuit tout effrené, & tout bousti de rage, Le des-astre, la fin, de ce divin ouvrage, D'autre part, ce perfide, ce Demon de Cromwel, Ainsi que l'autre armé, d'un courage cruel, Ne cesse de crier, Qu'on oste, & crucifie Son souverain Seigneur, plein d'honneur & de vie: Moy tout plein de douleur, & de compassion, De voir un Roy Chrestien, & de la Nation, Traitté de ses sujets, de faon si cruelle; Je crie à des puants, paricides, rebelle: Les Cieux ont ils produits, des ames si étrange, Ou! le Diable a-il? produisant son mélange, La nature changé aux ventres de vos Mere, Estes-vous bien le fils, d'un si énorme Pere? Auries-vous bien le cour, si plein de perfidie, Que de vouloir oster, à vostre Roy la vie? Un Roy d'ancienne Race, qui ne vous a méfait, Si n'est que la douceur, estimies un forfait. Ha! vous le menaces, helas! quel arrogance, Est cela le respect, l'honneur, la reverence, Laquelle vous devez, rendre à sa Majesté? Qui vous donne l'audace, & telle liberté? C'est le Diable tout seul, dont estes les genies, Car Dieu n'est autheur, de telles felonies: Dieu est plein de pitié, & de compassion, Et le Diable cruel, déloyal, & felon. Dieu commande aux Sujets, d'obeö¿r à son Roy, Le Diable au contraire, de luy faire la Loy. Ha! je voy qu'on s'avance, quoy! que veut-on faire, Veut-on sacrifier, un des Dieux de la Terre? Quoy donc, c'est tout de bon, que le voules produire Dessus un Eschaffaut, pour servir de martyre? C'est doncques à ce coup, ô Brebis innocente, Que tu dois asouffir, ces ames tant méchante: Helas! quelle douleur, possede lors mon ame, Quand je t'entens monter, un degré tant infame; Quand sur un Eschaffaut, bien éloigné d'un Thrône, Je voy' qu'on veut oster, la Vie, & la Couronne. Helas! quel changement, de voir Sa Majesté, Au lieu des grands Seigneurs, d'un Bourreau assisté. Abandonné des tiens, & delaissé en proye Aux Demons de la terre, qui en ryent de joye. Quel changement helas! quand au lieu de ta Table, Couverte richement, de Tous, met delectable, Tu n'as qu'un Eschaffaut, tendu par tout du Noir, Signe esvident du mal, que tu dois recevoir. Pour Vaisselle un Bloc, avec peu d'artifice, Ta Majesté l'Agneau, pour un tel sacrifice, Ton Eschanson un Bouc, vilaine creature, Un Bourreau en effet, un Tigre de nature. Ha! cruel tu y vas, d'une rude démarche, Comment aurois-tu bien, en ton coeur tell'audace? Quoy! ton coeurs est-il confit, en incompassion? Et ton ame abruties, desnué de raison? Aurois-tu bien le coeur, que de ton Roy occire? Sauroyent bien tes yeux, regarder ce martyre? Sans perdre leur clarté, d'un sens évanouö¿s? Ou passer à l'instant, d'une frayeur saisis? Ha! tu prens la Cognée, regarde que veux faire, Dieu tient son oeil fiché, icy bas en la terre: Il voit ce qu'on veut faire, & tout ne souffrira, S'il l'endure à la fin, un jour s'en vengera. Ha! garde-toy indigne, du tout desnaturé, Ne touche pas ne touche, à ce Corps tout sacré, Que ton coeur putrefect, & que ta main impure, N'offense nullement, sa Royale Stature. O! la mal-heureux coup, ô! coup tres-mal-heureux! Je vois le Corps du Roy, dont il separe en deux: Ne touche ô! cruel, son Chef que je lamente, Mon mal est assés grand, je te prie ne l'augmente. O peuple furibont! nation sanguinaire: Vous avez bien osé, un Oinct de Dieu défaire. Vous avez comme Tigre, cruels & furieux, Osté la Vie au Roy, à vous donné dés Cieux, D'un si grand mal, quelle est vostre esperance? Qu'attendez-vous du Ciel, d'une si grand' offense? Vostre mal sans égal, vos injustes sentences, Et la mort d'un grand Roy, crient au Ciel vengeances! Quoy! vous ne pleures pas, helas! est-il possible, Qu'ayez en vos pechés, le coeur tant invincible? Quoy! vous ne pleures pas, & des Roches entieres, Comblées de douleurs, distillent des Rivieres. Les Bestes les plus farouches, gemisent par les champs; Et les Oyseaux de l'air, ont delaissé leurs chants. Quoy! vous estez insensible, & si n'avez au coeur Aucune repentance, ny aucune douleur. Je voy tout l'Univers, se lamenter & plaindre, Et vous ne craignans Dieu, vous ne voulez rien craindre. Les Poissons de la Mer, voyant un tel n'auffrage, Se cachent sous les Eaux, loin de vostre rivage. Et les Monts immobiles, ne cessent de trembler, Au bruit d'un si grand Coup, indigne de nommer. Bref; on ne voit en l'air, sur la terre, ou l'onde, Rien qui ne soit touché, de douleurs tres-profonde, Sinon [TO BE CONTINUED!!!] Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1649 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad French protest at execution of Charles I of England Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprimé en l'An mil six cens quarante-&-neuf. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. London Subtitle Executé en public dans la Ville de Londres le 30. Ianvier 1649. Image / Audio Credit BL Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte et lamentations, faite sur la cruelle, & lamentable Mort, de Charle Stuart Roy d'Angleterre, d'Escosse, & d'Yrlande. beheading Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/eb4823ba8828866d5c463372729ca3be.JPG 0d7363bdd5fda61448e8ca4b643e9771 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c70c945496f9c1b889512c74919e85c5.JPG 8e7c4f3604287962dbf066f0a9e0ef56 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. air des Pendus Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1755 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad On this date in 1755, Henri Mongeot was broken on the wheel for assassinating the husband of his adulterous lover, Marie. Louis Alexandre Lescombat was a Paris architect; the betrayal of his flighty wife Marie Catherine Taperet was all the talk of Paris after her lover Mongeot slew the husband whilst out on a walk in December of 1754 — then summoned the watch to present a bogus self-defense claim. This tactic has been known to work when the killer enjoys sufficient impunity; perhaps a respectable bourgeois like Lescombat could have done it to Mongeot — but when the horny 23-year-old busts up the family home with one blade and then the other, it’s La Mort de Lescombat, a tragedy. For the widow, one good betrayal would deserve another: Mongeot faithfully avoided implicating her in the murder but when he discovered on the very eve of his death that she was already making time with a new fellow, he summoned the judge and revenged himself by exposing her incitement to the crime. His evidence would doom her to follow him many months later, after the sentence was suspended long enough for the widow Lescombat to deliver a son. Joining Mongeot on the scaffold this date was a 15-year-old heir to the family executioner business apparently conducting just his second such sentence — Charles-Henri Sanson, the famed bourreau destined in time to cut off the head of the king and queen. Mongeot makes a passing appearance in the 19th century Memoirs of the Sansons; in it, Charles-Henri’s grandson remarks from the family notes that “Mdme. Lescombat … was confronted with him [i.e., her doomed lover] at the foot of the scaffold. She was remarkably handsome, and she tried the effect of her charms on her judges, but without avail.” 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 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place de Greve Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Paris Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Complainte sur Madame Lescombat. Sur l’Air des pendus. Quelle nouveauté est-ce aujourd’hui! Quel bruit entend-on dans Paris! L’on voit le monde qui s’amasse Dans les Carfours & dans les Places, Qui s’entredisent, allons voir ça, L’on va pendre la Lescombat. Monsieur, faut que vous l’appreniez, C’est une femme éfrontée Qui fit assassiner son homme Par son Faraut, elle en personne. Aujourd’hui elle est condamnée D’être pendue & étranglée. Maître Charlot vient d’arriver, Sitôt il la fut saluer. La corde au col, dit-il, Madame Je vous jure dessus mon ame, Aujourd’hui il nous faut danser, Ma Salle est déjà préparée. Pourquoi donc m’en vouloir, Charlot? Tôt ou tard je ferai ton lot. Si de quelques mois je differe, Ne sçais tu pas qu’il est vulgaire, Que quand on est prêt de mourir, Adieu la joye & les plaisirs. A ce discours aussi courtois Charlot qui est un bon grivois, Lui dit: dans quelque mois Madame, Je vous ferai danser un branle Je vous ferai cabrioler Un Menuet & un Passepied. Console-toi aussi Charlot, Car cela ne sera pas de sitôt, Remporte tout ton équipage; Je ne veux point aller au Bal, Ou bien par ma foi si j’y vas, Ce ne sera que dans quatre mois. Avant de danser un Menuet, Tu sçais que les Cabriolets Sont les voitures les plus commodes Et même les plus à la mode, Pour dedans ta Salle danser, Il faut tous deux dedans rouler. Mais sache que je suis appuyée D’un puissant Seigneur étranger, Comme il est Anglois sans doutance, Et qu’il a beaucoup de finance, Le bruit court par tous dans Paris, Qu’il me pourra sauver la vie. Allez vous, Madame, penser Que vous serez pendu & étranglée. Si l’on vous donne votre grace, Ça seroit faire un grand outrage. Ayant fait tuer votre Mari Par Mongeot votre Favori. Je veux, & cela sera fait, Etre pendue en Mantelet. Il est vraie, c’est chose assurée, Que l’on dit à ma renommée, Quand on pendra la Lescombat Pour la voir tout Paris viendra. Madame, il me le faut donc payer, Est-ce ainsi que vous me renvoyez? Ma foi je vous le dis sans honte, Ce sera toujours pour votre compte, Puisque près ou loin vous viendrez Mes outils je vais remporter. Avec Permission. URL https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Catherine_Taperet Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Te bien aimer ô ma chère Zélie Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics C'en est donc fait, j'entre dans ton abîme, Trépas fatal! Tu déchires mon coeur! Hélas, grand Dieu! je suis un traître indigne, Car j'ai trahi la patrie et l'honneur. Cruels remords! Mon supplice s'avance; Fatal argent, tu fus mon séducteur; Tu me fis croire, en trahissant la France, Que j'allais voir l'aurore du bonheur. Faut-il, hélas! qu'un intérêt sordide M'ait engagé à vendre les Français! Braves soldats, d'un pas ferme et rapide Je vais chercher le prix de mes forfaits. La trahison est le plus grand des crimes, Lorsqu'on trahit sa nation, son pays: Combien, grand Dieu! je faisais de victimes En fournissant nos plans à l'ennemi! J'avais juré d'être toujours fidèle A nos héros, ainsi qu'à l'Empereur; Mais je devins parjure et criminel; Peuple Français, ah! plaignez mon erreur. L'heure a sonné; l'instant fatal avance: Adieu parens, adieu le monde entier. Fais, Dieu puissant! qu'un instant de souffrance Par mes remords puisse tout expier! Par Collinger. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1812 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Michel Michel, convicted of treason during (?) Napoleonic wars. He worked in the offices of the War Ministry and was convicted of passing secrets to the Russians. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 36 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris Composer of Ballad Par Collinger. URL <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=MtoJAAAAIAAJ&dq=michel+michel+trahison+cour+d%27assises&source=gbs_navlinks_s" target="_blank">Proces instruit par la Cour d'assises de Paris contre Michel Michel, Louis Saget, Louis-Francois-Alexandre Salmon</a> Subtitle Agé de 36 ans, né à Puttelange, département de la Moselle, demeurant à Paris, rue de la Planche, no 14, condamné à la peine de mort par la Cour d'Assises du département de la Seine, pour avoir trahi l'Etat. Tune Data No. 10. Te bien aimer o ma chere Zélie! As the title notes, this set of variations is based on a romance by Plantade - that is, Charles Henri Plantade, 1764-1839. The article of the first edition of the Grove Dictionary considers Plantade to have been the most successful of the composers in this genre, and this song in particular to have been his best . It was so well-known that many satirical songs were constructed using it as a basis, and is supposed to have sold 20,000 copies when it appeared in 1791. note below: L'air était si fameux au XIXe sicle que plusieurs versions, satiriques, politiques, poétiques, furent construites sur cette base musicale. Text: Te bien aimer, ô ma chre Zélie! Est pour toujours le charme de mon céur, Et désormais tout m'attache à la vie, Si mon amour suffit à ton bonheur. Pour apaiser le feu qui me dévore; Ce feu d'amour qui va me consumer; O ma Zélie! à l'amant qui t'adore, Donne un regard, un soupir. un baiser Va, ne crains pas d'abandonner ton âme Au sentiment que je veux t'inspirer; Rien ne plaît tant qu'une amoureuse flamme, Rien n'est plus doux que le plaisir d'aimer. // To love you well, o my dear Zélie! Is forever what charms my heart. And henceforth everything binds me to life, If my love is sufficient for your happiness. To sooth the fire which devores me, That fire of love which will consume me, O my Zélie, to the lover who adores you Give a look, a sigh, a kiss; Come, do not fear to abandon your soul To the feeling which I wish to inspire; Nothing is as pleasing as the flames of love, Nothing is as sweet as the pleasure of love. Image / Audio Credit BnF Franois Mittérand, Recueil de chansons Ye 56375, 161-240 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_French_Empire" target="_blank">Wikipedia, First French Empire:</a> The subsequent series of wars known collectively as the Napoleonic Wars extended French influence over much of Western Europe and into Poland. At its height in 1812, the French Empire had 130 départements, ruled over 44 million subjects, maintained an extensive military presence in Germany, Italy, Spain, and the Duchy of Warsaw, and could count Prussia and Austria as nominal allies. Early French victories exported many ideological features of the French Revolution throughout Europe. Seigneurial dues and seigneurial justice were abolished, aristocratic privileges were eliminated in all places except Poland, and the introduction of the Napoleonic Code throughout the continent increased legal equality, established jury systems, and legalized divorce. However Napoleon also placed relatives on the thrones of several European countries and granted many noble titles, most of which were not recognized after the empire fell. Historians have estimated the death toll from the Napoleonic Wars to be 6.5 million people, or 15% of the French Empire's subjects. In particular, French losses in the Peninsular War in Iberia severely weakened the Empire; after victory over the Austrian Empire in the War of the Fifth Coalition (1809) Napoleon deployed over 600,000 troops to attack Russia, in a catastrophic French invasion of the empire in 1812. The War of the Sixth Coalition saw the expulsion of French forces from Germany in 1813. Napoleon abdicated in 11 April 1814. The Empire was briefly restored during the Hundred Days period in 1815 until Napoleon's defeat at the Battle of Waterloo. It was followed by the restored monarchy of the House of Bourbon. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte du nommé Michel Michel, guillotine Male treason Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Maréchal de Biron in prison relates his arrest and final days before his execution Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Je vous prie écoutez, Messieurs une Chanson, Du pauvre mal-heureux, Maréchal de Brion, Lequel j’ose parler En estant homicide Le voilà Prisonnier Tenu dans la Bastille. Par un Lundy matin, Vint à Fontainebleau, Pour y parler au Roy, Ignorant de l’assaut Lors j’apperçeus dequoy, De toutes les menées, Qu’ils avoient à la fin Helas! sur moy jettées. Quand j’eus parlé au Roy Me pensay retirer, Par Monsieur de Vitry, Je fus pris Prisonnier, Et fut mis avec moi La grand Comte d’Auvergne Par Monsieur de Praslain, Capitaine des Gardes. Toute cette nuit la Nous fumes enfermez Châcun dans une chambre Et sûrement gardez Par Monsieur de Praslain, Luy & sa campagnie Jusques au lendemain Les dix heurs sonnées. Le samedy matin, Nous fumes mis sur l’eau, Ce grad Comte d’Auvergne Et moy dans un bateau, Nous fumes amenez A Paris la grande Ville, Nous voilà Prisonniers, Tenus dans la Bastille. Quand la dedans nous fumes Et nous fort étonnez Car jamais nous ne sçûmes Au Roy pour tout parler, Jusques à mes parent Las! qui m’abandonnerent Quand ils sçeurent ma mort, Jusqu’à mon propre frere. Monsieur de Barenton, Vous estes mon amy, annoncé à mon nom, A Monsieur de Rosny, Las! que je prie le Roy Monsieur je vous supplie, Qu’il ait pitié de moy, Qu’il me sauve la vie. Rosny a fait réponse, Au sieur de Barenton, Il ne faut plus parler, De Monsieur de Biron, Car le Mardy dernier, Monsieur je vous asseure Le jugement de mort Est donné je vous jure. Mais étant à par moi Mon coeur s’est courroucé, Je vous ay offensé, Sire, pardonnez moy: Ainsi que voudriez Las! que Dieu vous pardonne, Celuy qui vous a mis Sur le Chef la Couronne. Or adieu la Gascogne, Pays d’où je suis né, Adieu les braves hommes Dont je suis estimé, Et pays que j’ay vû La Bresse & la Savoye Où c’est que j’ay reçû Sur mon corps maintes playes. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Date Date of ballad 1699 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Bastille, Paris, France Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Verdun Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Troyes Related Ballads Ballads that are related to this item (tune, artwork, event or ballad) Another well known song with multiple variants exists about Biron: <a href="https://books.openedition.org/editionsbnf/465?lang=en" target="_blank">TRÉSORS DE LA CHANSON POPULAIRE FRANÇAISE. AUTOUR DE 50 CHANSONS RECUEILLIES EN ACADIE,</a> Geneviève Massignon, Georges Delarue Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Charles de Gontaut, duc de Biron (1562 – 31 July 1602) was a French soldier whose military achievements were accompanied by plotting to dismember France and set himself up as ruler of an independent Burgundy. He was born in Saint-Blancard. He was the son of Armand de Gontaut, baron de Biron, under whose command he fought for the royal party against the Catholic League in the later stages of the Wars of Religion in France. His efforts won him the name “Thunderbolt of France” (Latin: Fulmen Galliae). Henry IV made him admiral of France in 1592, and marshal in 1594. As governor of Burgundy in 1595, he took the towns of Beaune, Autun, Auxonne and Dijon, and distinguished himself at the battle of Fontaine-Française. In 1596 he was sent to fight the Spaniards in Flanders, Picardy, Artois and finally at the Siege of Amiens where he funded much of the King's army. After the peace of Vervins, he discharged a mission at Brussels in 1598. From that time, he was engaged in intrigues with Spain and Savoy aiming at the overthrow of the Bourbon dynasty, the dismemberment of the kingdom of France into provincial states, and his own elevation as sovereign of Burgundy. Notwithstanding these intrigues, he directed the expedition sent against the duke of Savoy (1599–1600). He fulfilled diplomatic missions for Henry in Switzerland (1600) and England (1601), the latter mission being to announce the marriage of Henry to Maria de' Medici. While engaged in these duties, he was accused and convicted in his absence of high treason by the French Parlement. He was induced to come to Paris, where he was apprehended and then beheaded in the Bastille on 31 July 1602. Subtitle Sur le chant, de Verdun Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte du Maréchal de Biron sur son Emprisonnement fait à Fontainebleau beheading French high treason soldier https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/84af03e5b320d97a7471b4156647a7f0.jpg 671541804c1a21611f473370cd208e8f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/cf8a5acb4a64ee39fb841f6b8040ec53.jpg 535e49e22934b93c3d281a17c878aad3 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/1ec374eee0bf7722b02eacfd2d8edb75.jpg 8088b98adaf7a7def69d3c622dc162de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Si j'avois eu la crainte du bon Dieu. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics APprochez peuple tendre, avec humanité, venez donc pour entendre l'horrible cruauté de moi & de ma femme: hélas! vraiment il faut être dans l'ame bien méchant. Nous faisions bon commerce, gagnant bien de l'argent, pain, grains de toute espece, vivant fort aisément; mais l'on devient perfide par malheur lorsque l'ambition guide notre coeur. Nous faisions résidence depuis long-tems à Sceaux; nous avions connoissance d'un Marchand de bestiaux, faisant affaire ensemble, très-souvent: quand j'y pense, j'en tremble, trait sanglant! Un jour, pour marchandise chez nous il se rendit; avec grande franchise aussi-tôt il nous dit qu'il avoit bonne somme en son gousset: mais hélas! le pauvre homme se perdoit. Pour avoir ses richesses nous lui faisions accueil; mais ces traîtres carresses le menoient au cerceuil, ayant bu, sans défiance, quelques coups, à dormir il commence près de nous. Ma femme, la premiere d'un sabot se saisit, d'une main meurtriere tout de sang le couvrit; aussi tôt je me leve en vrai bourreau, d'un marteau je l'acheve, quel tableau. Tous deux d'un air terrible, après lui acharnés de cent coupls on le crible sans en être étonnés: après, d'une serviette bien marquée nous lui couvrons la tête tout tachée. Nous le menons ensuite dessus le grand-chemin: mais on connut bien vite quel étoit l'assassin; voyant notre serviette toute en sang, on vient, on nous arrête dans l'instant.. A un supplice infâme nous sommes condamnés, la noirceur de notre âme nous y a entraînés, que chacun nous contemple maintenant ah, c'est périr ensemble tristement. Le mari à sa femme. Trop malheureuse femme, faut il ainsi finir? j'en sens dedans mon âme un cuisant repentir; & ce que je regrette fortement de nos enfans la perte maintenant. La femme à son mari. Dans mon coeur la tendresse se reveille à présent: faut-il qu'on les délaisse hélas si tristement faut qu'on les abandonne c'est certain: que le Seigneur leur donne meilleure fin. Vous qui de nos supplices êtes les spectateurs, évitez tous les vices qui causent nos malheurs; que chacun de vous tremble de tels coups & vivez bien ensemble chers époux. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1777? Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events followed by Dialogue entre Cartouche et Mandrin, sur la réception de Desrues en Enfer. Air: Il est en peine. Par DesHayes Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, robbery Gender Gender of the person being executed. Multiple Subtitle Sur l'assassinat commis par un Boulanger de Sceaux & sa femme, envers un Marchand de Bestiaux de Lonjumeau. Air: Si j'avois eu la crainte du bon Dieu. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte détaillée. murder robbery https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/294e3a17072e7fe83914cd41cb2a954c.jpg 536db3d496099602e9465ccdf3675494 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Il pleut, il pleut (bergère) &c. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Adieu mes chers Confreres Je ne vous verrai plus. Je suis pris, j'ai beau faire Mes pleurs sont superflus Aux yeux de la Justice Je vais me devoiler Pour subir le supplice Que j'ai trop merité Je naquis dans la France Mon nom est Poulailler Des ma plus tendre enfance Je me mis a voler Chez moi dans ma famille Et dans divers pays Mon histoire fourmil Des Vols que j'ai commis Orphelin de bonne heure Sans bien et sans parens Je quittait ma demeure Et je vecus aux Champs En Vieillard respectable Pendant plus de six mois M'offit chez lui la table S'interessa pour moi. Mais bientot dans mon ame l'Enfer lana ses traits Le Vin, le Jeu, les femmes, Tout m'offrit des attraits. J'abandonnait le gite, De mon vieux protecteur Et sous l'habit d'hermite Longtems je fus voleur. Dejà la renommée Annonoit mes exploits Au bout de deux années On me vit dans les bois D'un ton plein de fureur Demander aux passant Ou la bourse ou la vie C'etait mon passe tems. Le jour j'etoit en Ville Sans le moindre soupon Le Soir dans mon azile Avec mes compagnons Sous un roc effroyable De tout risque à l'abri Le Vin, le Jeu, la table Dissipaient nos soucis. Tantot en Gentilhomme Et tantot en bourgeois Sould l'Air d'un honnete homme A tous je fis la loi Je filoutoit sans cesse Sans cesse j'excroquais Avec beaucoup d'adresse Aux yeux meme du guet Dieux quel affreux supplice Je vois l'executeur De la haute justice J'en tremble de frayeur Par trs juste sentence Je me vois condamner A l'affreuse potence Pour mes crimes expirer. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1786 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Poulailler see: http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chauffeurséd'Orgres Les Chauffeurs d'Orgres désignent une bande de criminels qui sévit en Beauce de 1785 à 1792. Les Chauffeurs d'Orgres se rattachent à la tradition de banditisme sous l'Ancien Régime, commencée dans la région par la bande de Hulin vers 1760. Jean Renard dit Œ‚ Poulailler Œé Les rescapés de la bande de Hulin intgrent alors la bande de Jean Renard, lui-mme un natif d'Ouarville qui a brigandé en Beauce et en Sologne pendant plus de dix ans déjà à cette date. Expert dans son domaine, il est surnommé Œ‚ Poulailler Œé en référence au sujet d'intért préféré des renards dont il porte le nom. Il ne manque pas d'une certaine allure, arborant une perruque de marquis, coiffé d'un feutre retapé à la militaire, chaussant des éperons. Il porte aussi sous sa tunique un baudrier qui supporte une panoplie de flibustier : paire de pistolets chargés, poignard à longue lame, sabre d'officier de cavalerie ; et, à la bretelle, un mousquet chargé. Le lieutenant général de police Louis Thiroux l'appréhende fin 17856, suite à quoi les versions diffrent quant aux modalités de sa mise à mort : par l'estrapade ou un traitement similaire à Dourdan7, ou pendu à Longjumeau, où il avait commis un de ses crimes6. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Wikipedia: Il pleut, il pleut, bergre (French pronunciation: äó†[il plöŸ il plöŸ bÄé¾¾ÍÄé¾], It's raining, shepherdess) is a French song taken from the operetta Laure et Pétrarque, written in 1780 by Fabre d'églantine. The music was written by Louis-Victor Simon. The shepherdess to which the song refers is the French queen Marie Antoinette who loved to play the shepherdess in the Hameau de la reine of the Palace of Versailles. The rain and the storm coming could be an allusion to the troubles that led to the French Revolution. It was sung for the creation of the National Guard after Bastille Day. Some years later, d'églantine hummed it on his way to the guillotine. The first title of the song was Le Retour aux champs ("Back to the fields") before getting its current title in 1787. It is also known as The Storm. In the final of the first act of the opera Barbe-Bleue (1866), Jacques Offenbach plays the first notes of the song while Barbe-Bleue shows the shepherdess Boulotte as his next wife. Edmond Rostand introduced this song at the end of his drama L'Aiglon (1900). We can hear it in the opera that Arthur Honegger and Jacques Ibert have drawn from this play in 1937.[1] Il pleut, il pleut, bergre, Presse tes blancs moutons ; Allons sous ma chaumire, Bergre, vite, allons : J'entends sur le feuillage, L'eau qui tombe à grand bruit ; Voici, voici l'orage ; Voilà l'éclair qui luit. Entends-tu le tonnerre ? Il roule en approchant ; Prends un abri, bergre, A ma droite, en marchant : Je vois notre cabaneäóé Et, tiens, voici venir Ma mre et ma séur Anne, Qui vont l'étable ouvrir. Bon soir, bon soir, ma mre ; Ma séur Anne, bon soir ; J'amne ma bergre, Prs de vous pour ce soir. Vas te sécher, ma mie, Auprs de nos tisons ; Séur, fais-lui compagnie. Entrez, petits moutons. Soignons-bien, ô ma mre ! Sont tant joli troupeau ; Donnez plus de litire A son petit agneau. C'est fait : allons prs d'elle. Eh bien ! donc, te voilà ? En corset, qu'elle est belle ! Ma mre, voyez-là. Soupons : prends cette chaise ; Tu seras prs de moi ; Ce flambeau de meléze Brùlera devant toi : Goùte de ce laitage ; Mais tu ne manges pas ? Tu te sens de l'orage ; Il a lassé tes pas. Eh bien ! voilà ta couche, Dors-y jusques au jour ; Laisse-moi sur ta bouche Prendre un baiser d'amour. Ne rougis pas, bergre, Ma mre, et moi, demain, Nous irons chez ton pre Lui demander ta main. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Se Vend A paris chez Basset rue St. Jacques Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male URL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAH8KTedn18 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte de Poulailler French Male Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics En vain de ma douleur affreuse, Ces murs sont les tristes échos! En songeant que je fus heureuse, Je ne fais qu'accroître mes maux! A travers ces grilles terribles, Je vois les oiseaux dans les airs; Ils chantent leurs amours paisibles, Et moi, je pleure dans les fers! Quel que soit le sort qui m'accable, Mon coeur saura le soutenir, Infortunée et non coupable, Je prends pour juge l'avenir, Perfide et barbare ennemie, L'on détestera tes fureurs, Et sur la tombe de Marie, La pitié versera des pleurs! Voùtes sombres, séjour d'alarmes, Lieux au silence destinés, Ah! qu'un jour passé dans les larmes, Est long pour les infortunés! Les vents sifflent, le hibou crie, J'entends une cloche gémir. Tout dit à la triste Marie: Ton heure sonne, il faut mourir! Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1790? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Mary Queen of Scots Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. beheading Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Composer of Ballad Words by Jean Pierre Claris de Florian (1755 - 1794) Music by Jean Paul Egide Martini, né Johann Paul Aegidius Schwarzendorf (1741 - 1816) Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte de Marie Stuart beheading treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/944c94c5dfb82d7e7fe3e97466723d4c.jpg 6ba2623caded67a8036017b1e889c0c2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. O! ma tendre musette Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. A Paris : chez Le Fevre, [ca 1793] Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female URL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLbhW9qJwhU Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics [...] tourmens que j'endure [...] peindra les heurreurs? J'ai trahi la Nature... Et j'ai bravé ses pleurs... Dès ma plus tendre enfance Mon coeur dur et pervers Brûlait d'impatience, De perdre l'Univers. 2. Ce n'est point la Couronne Qui me flattait le plus.... Je regardois le Trône Comme un rang superflus... Mais le titre de Reine Assurait mes forfaits Et secondait ma haine Pour le Peuple Français. 3. Il me souvient encore De ces temps de bonheur Le Peuple entier m'adore Et pour moi n'a qu'un coeur. Quelle réconnoissance! Français! Peuple Français! Quelle est ta récompense? Les plus infâmes traits! 4. J'épuise tes finances, Et je ris de tes maux: Par mes folles dépenses La France est un tombeau. Hélas! le bout d'oreille Echappe par malheur... Le Peuple se reveille [......................] 5. Que faire? Que résoudre? Je ne pouvais changer.... J'aurais bravé la foudre Pour pouvoir me venger.... Le Clergé, la Noblesse Méprisoient mon Epoux La vengeance me presse... J'ordonne un dix Août. 6. O comble de ma rage Et de mon désespoir! J'appelle en vain l'orage Il n'a plus de pouvoir... Contre moi la Nature S'élève en frémissant Je dois à l'imposture ... que je ressens. 7. Adieu charmant Versailles Et mon cher Trianon Adieu, cher Cornouailles Adieu belle Malton. Cruelle destinée! Tu venges les Français.... Et je suis accablée De mille mille traits 8. Polignac dont les graces Me plurent si longtemps Ô évite mes traces Auprès de ton Amant. Adieu, belle Justine Qui me fit tant plaisir Ciel! par la Guillotine, Je vais enfin mourir. 9. Adieu, grandeur passée Adieu tout mes plaisirs. La Nature offensée Veut mes derniers soupirs Et toi cher la Fayette Dont j'écoutai les feux... Venges ton Antoinette Et reçois ses adieux. 10. Compagnes de mes crimes Et de tous mes forfaits Serés vous les victimes Du courroux des Français Destaing, Bailly, ma fille Et toi, mon fils et toi Ainsi que ma famille Souvenez vous de moi. 11. Enfers, Dieux, Peuples, flâme, Serpens, chaines, horreurs. Tout accable l'infâme Et brave ses fureurs. La chaux et le bitame La font toujours souffrir Le feu qui la consume Ne put l'anéantir. 12. Voilà donc cette Reine Ce fléau des Français! Qui payoit de sa haine Leurs plus tendres bienfaits. Cette Femme impudente Etonne l'Univers Et son âme arrogante Brule dans les Enfers. Subtitle Exécuté le 25me Jours du Ier Mois de la Seconde Année de la Republique Française à 11. heures du matin. abrégé sur sa mort après avoir montré de l'audace et de la fermeté dans ses intérogatoires lorsqu'il fut question de la conduire à l'échafaud, elle demanda un carosse, ou du moins d'avoir la tête couverte d'un voile ; comme contraire à l'égalité l'on lui refusa... Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte de Marie Antoinette veuve de L. Capet; Female French Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Complainte de Marie Stuart Language Language ballad is printed in French URL <a href="http://catalogue.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/cb39786940n/PUBLIC" target="_blank">Library catalogue record</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics De votre reine infortunée Français, écoutez les remords À la coupable destinée Demander raison de mes torts Près de mon palais solitaire Autrefois plein de faux amis {x2:} Du peuple j'entends la colère Il m'accuse et moi, je gémis À tous les coups, mon âme est prête Mais où m'entraînent ces bourreaux ? Où suis-je ? J'entends sur ma tête Se croiser de fatals ciseaux On m'arrache le diadème Un voile est posé sur mon front {x2:} Je vais donc survivre à moi-même ? Non, je mourrai de cet affront Ô vous, pastourelles naïves Qui portiez envie à mon sort Dans quelques romances plaintives Placez mon nom après ma mort Dites de Marie-Antoinette L'ambition et les malheurs {x2:} J'expire un peu plus satisfaite Si votre reine obtient des pleurs Composer of Tune Composer of tune to which the ballad is set Auteur(s) : Holaind. Compositeur Titre(s) : Complainte de Marie Stuart, Reine de France et d'Ecosse dans sa prison.... Paroles du Ch.er de Florian, musique avec accompagnement de piano... Oeuvre 9... [Musique imprimée] Publication : Paris : l'auteur : Momigny : B. Pollet, [ca 1800] Description matérielle : 5 p. Autre(s) auteur(s) : Florian, Jean-Pierre Claris de (1755-1794 ). 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Air du malheureux Lisandre. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Il est minuit, tout m'abandonne, Je n'ai d'ami que ma douleur; Et dans l'effroi qui m'environne, Je suis seul avec mon malheur. Chaque instant, l'oreille attentive, Je crois, de mon épouse plaintive, Entendre les tristes accens, Illusion trompeuse et vaine!... Je n'entends que gémir ma chaîne, Et j'appelle en vain mes enfans. O! que la nuit dans sa carrire Est lente à ramener le jour! Eh! que m'importe la lumire? Je vais la perdre sans retour. Hélas! abreuvé de tristesse, Nuit, je te demande sans cesse, Verrai-je le jour qui te suit? Et quand le jour vient à paroître, Je dis: ô jour, fais-moi connoître Si je dois voir encor la nuit? [more to transcribe] Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events another version, to 'air nouveau' in Gallica Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place Louis Quinze URL http://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k54516155/f2.image Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte de Louis XVI dans sa prison. Air: Du malheureux Lisandre. French guillotine Male treason https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/33f877105d8547e8bf04f53f867ca3dd.jpg 4a9c7d1060fe7aa790c1798550304cac https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/fd2c74fc37103f75ebdcad1cc9f96afd.jpg 7e312527411d6d0158d2633edfdd9cd8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Pauvre Jacques Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O mon peuple que vous ai-je donc fait ? J'aimais la vertu, la justice ; Votre bonheur fut mon unique objet Et vous me traînez au supplice (bis) Français, Français, nest-ce pas parmi vous Que Louis reçut la naissance ? Le même ciel nous a vu naître tous J'étais enfant dans votre enfance (bis) O mon peuple ! ai-je donc mérité Tant de tourments et tant de peines ? Quand je vous ai donné la liberté Pourquoi me chargez vous de chaînes ? (bis) Tout jeune encore les Français en moi Voyaient leur appui tutélaire ; je n'étais pas encore votre roi Et déjà j'étais votre père. (bis) Quand je montai sur ce trône éclatant Que me destina ma naissance, Mon premier pas dans ce poste brillant Fut un édit de bienfaisance. (bis) Le bon Henri longtemps cher à vos coeurs Eut cependant quelques faiblesses : Mais Louis seize, ami des bonnes moeurs, N'eut ni favoris, ni maîtresses. (bis) Nommez les donc, nommez moi les sujets Dont ma main signa la sentence Un seul jour vit périr plus de Français Que les vingt ans de ma puissance. (bis) Si ma mort peut faire votre bonheur Prenez mes jours, je vous les donne ; Votre bon roi, déplorant votre erreur, Meurt innocent et vous pardonne. (bis) O mon peuple ! recevez mes adieux, Soyez heureux, je meurs sans peine Puisse mon sang en coulant sous vos yeux Dans vos coeurs éteindre la haine (bis Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1793 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Louis XVI sings to his people before being executed Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events This song is parodied in Parodie sur la complainte de Louis Capet chanson des rues dédiée aux vrais républicains, choisie et chantées par les citoyens Bellerose et Bien Aimé, son cousin, chanteurs sur le Pont au Change, seuls renommés pour les belles ariettes. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Ce n'est donc fait o mon Epoux! Philippe comblé sa vengeance tu viens de tomber sous ses coups, il n'est plus de vertus en France. L'injustice et la cruauté dans tous les coeurs on pris leur place, Et la perfide lacheté plus cruelle encore que l'audace. Ma fille, helas! jamais tes yeux Ne reverront ton tendre pere; Ce parfait ouvrage des Cieux, Elizabeth, n'a plus de frere. Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Models d'amour et constance, Des barbares l'affreux projet Accuse aussi ton innocence. Toi qui souvent des assassins Mon fils, as desarmé la rage, Recois ce papier de mes mains* Voila ton plus bel heritage. Pardonne à tous nos ennemis Comme ton pere leur pardonne, L'august fils de Saint Louis* En montant au Ciel te l'ordonne. Vous qui souffrez, des coups du sort N'accusez point la barbarie. Pouriez vous bien vous plaindre encor, En contemplant ma triste vie. Pour vous il n'est plus de malheurs J'en epuisai la coupe amere: Ah! pour bien sentir mes douleurs Faut être epouse, Reine, et mere. Dans le chagrin mon coeur noyé, N'a point d'azile en sa souffrance On me refuse la pitié,* Et Je regnois hier en France! Ainsi quand tout me fait la loi, Cher et tendre epoux, de te suivre La gloire de mon jeune Roi M'impose le tourment de vivre. Mon fils, pour rendre à son devoir Un peuple encore dans l'ivresse, Pour faire cherir ton pouvoir, Pour faire benir ta jeunesse, Je te parlerai jour et nuit Des douces vertus de ton pere: Un autre y joindra le recit Des infortunes de ta mere. *Le Testament de Louis XVI *Fils de St. Louis, vous montez au Ciel: Paroles prononcées par Edgeworth confesseur du Roi, aux pieds de l'echaffaud *On a defendu aux commissaires du Temple de rendre compte de la situation des Augustes prisonniers de crainte que le peuple ne s'attendrit sur leur sort. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1792? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Marie Antoinette sings after her husband's execution Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Se vend chez M. Fores, No. 3 Piccadilly et chez les Marchands de Musique Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. treason Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. guillotine Composer of Ballad words: M. Peltier, music M. Ferrari Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Air: De la soirée orageuse Cle du caveau: vaudeville de la soirée orageuse: 837 Is this same tune for Hymne à J.J. Rousseau ('vaudeville de la soirée orageuse')? different one on gallica: Nicolas Dalayrac writes comic opera called La soirée orageuse in 1790 - see image of air from that opera: metre is the same Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics L'heure avance, où je vais mourir, L'heure sonne, la mort m'appelle! Je n'ai point de lâche désir! Je ne fuirai point devant elle! Je meurs plein de foi, plein d'honneur: Mais je laisse une douce amie, Dans le veuvage et la douleur; Ah! je dois regretter la vie! {bis} Demain mes yeux inanimés Ne s'ouvriront plus sur ses charmes; Ses beaux yeux à l'amour fermés, Demain seront noyés de larmes! Le froid glacera cette main, Qui m'unit à ma douce amie' Je ne vivrai plus sur son sein, Ah! je dois regretter la vie! {bis} Couplets adressés à son épouse. Si j'ai fait dix ans ton bonheur, Ne va pas briser mon ouvrage! Donne un moment à la douleur, Garde le plaisir au bel âge: Qu'un aimable époux à son tour, Vienne rendre à ma douce amie, Des jours de paix, des nuits d'amour! Je ne regrette plus la vie! Je revolerai prs de toi Des lieux où la vertu sommeille; Je ferai marcher devant moi Un songe heureux qui te reveille: Je reverrai la volupté Ranimer ma douce amie, L'amour au sein de la beauté! Je ne regrette plus la vie! Si le coup qu'on frappe demain N'écrase pas mon triste pre; Si malgré l'âge et le chagrin, Tu conserves ma tendre mre: Ne les fuis point dans leur douleur, Reste à leur sort toujours unie! Qu'ils me retrouvent dans ton coeur! Ils aimeront encore la vie! Se trouve chez le Citoyen Marquant, Rue André des arts, Nos. 110 et 111. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1795? date is on BHVP catalogue Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad recounts story of anonymous victim of the Terror Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Se trouve chez le Citoyen Marquant, Rue André des arts, Nos. 110 et 111. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte d'une malheureuse victime du scélérat Robespierre. Air: De la soirée orageuse French guillotine https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/05e4f8a60a502babd503fd3969970bc5.jpg 144ec985f121d6da5dbcb6acfccb4a52 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a title="Fualdes" href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1160">Fualdès</a> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Félix Alavoine, an innkeeper in Sotteville, beat and strangled his wife, née Emilie Sénéchal, veuve Bénard, on 27 August 1881, before setting fire to the inn. His motive was to take the savings of his wife (whom he had mistreated throughout their four years of marriage) which totaled several thousand francs, in order to win the favour of the daughter of his first wife, Ernestine Bénard, 16, whom he had desired since the previous year. He was condemned to death on 22 November 1881 in Rouen, pardoned on 23 February 1882. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Ecoutez, gens de la ville, Et de tous les autres lieux, Le récit du crime affreux Consommé dans Sotteville Par un homme sans pitié, Sur sa trop douce moitié. Cette cité renommée Pour ses oeufs et son esprit, Pleine de surprise apprit, Etant à peine éveillée, De vrais et tristes détails Qui sont des épouvantails. Un homme plein de colère Pour un violent sermon (Qu'il méritait pour de bon) Prêché par le commissaire, Sur sa femme s'est vengé Aussitôt qu'elle eut mangé. A sa chambre il monta vite Là, sans crainte et sans remords, Bien qu'elle n'avait pas tort, Lui, qu'un moindre rien irrite, Il lui sauta sur le cou, Et l'asphyxia du coup. Voyant la triste victime A ses pieds... Par quel moyen, Dit-il, ferais-je donc bien. Pour cacher un si grand crime... Ce malfaiteur sans aveu Songe à recourir au feu. Les planches étant d'essence De bois facile à brûler A l'instant, sans sourciller, Il renversa de l'essence. Malgré sa précaution, Pas ne brûla la maison. Par coupable comédie, En son idée il voulait Dissimuler son forfait, Recourant à l'incendie, Mais le feu ne brûla pas, Ce qui fit son embarras. Aussitôt que la police Ouït certaines rumeurs, Pour éclaircir ces clameurs Le livrait à la justice, Qui, par droit et par raison, Le vérouillait en prison. Avec bonne vigilance Son procès on instruisit, Et bientôt on découvrit Les causes de sa vengeance, Révélant les preuves pour Les bien montrer au grand jour. Après vingt-sept témoignages Qu'on recueillit avec soin, Il ne fut donc pas besoin D'en entendre davantage. Chacun d'eux vint l'accabler Sans le faire se troubler. Malgré la défense mâle De son brillant avocat, Le jury le condamna A la peine capitale. Il entendit son arrèt D'un visage clair et net. Dieu, dans sa grâce ineffable, Pour cause de ses remords, Pardonnera tous les torts A cet homme si coupable. Les hommes, voyant ceci, Pourront pardonner aussi. Morale Que l'on vous dise de suite Gens ladres et garnements, Sans vertus ni sentiments, Où doit mener l'inconduite Elle n'a pour triste sort Que la misère et la mort. Language Language ballad is printed in French Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Date Date of ballad 1881 Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprimerie Nouvelle, Rouen URL https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k278029c/f2.item.r=%22Alavoine%22sotteville.zoom Composer of Ballad Onésime Mousquet Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Image / Audio Credit Bibliothèque municipale de Rouen, Br g 1, https://complaintes.criminocorpus.org/complainte/complainte-99/ Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Complainte (crime de Sotteville) French https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ea861d5cc93c5a3c883e2f65186ded77.jpg aa072067a5f0577e208f13a6e56ca6f5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1160">Fualdès</a> Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Jean Terry, a worker in the Gages mines (Aveyron), was accused of having raped and murdered the young Adrienne Pons in the woods of Canabols, as she was making her way home on 18 April 1910. The Aveyron assizes condemned him to death on 22 June 1910. His appeal refused, he was executed in Rodez on 28 September 1910, a half-century after the last execution there. The executioner Anatole Deibler travelled to Rodez with his guillotine and assistants. Several postcards about the event were published. Jean Terry was the penultimate prisoner to be executed in Aveyron. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Pères, mères de familles Accourez à mon accent, Surveillez bien vos enfants Et par dessus tout vos filles Qui sont continuellement A la merci des passants. Cette pauvre jeune fille Chérie de tous ses parents Qui en étaient fort contents Car elle était bien gentille, Fut comme nous racontons, Tuée par un vagabond. Elle était des plus honnêtes, Ses amies vous le diront Et vous le répèteront, Elle n'aimait point la fête, C'était une belle fleur Non créée pour le malheur. Voilà qu'un infect satyre Caché dans l'ombre du bois, S'est élancé sur sa proie Dont la jeuness l'attire, Il abuse de l'enfant Et l'étrangla incontinent. Mais la Justice qui veille A saisi cet assassin, On l'a pris un bon matin Et la foule le surveille, Il ne lui échappera pas Jusqu'à l'heure du trépas. Il est passé en justice Devant de nombreux témoins On ne l'épargnera point On réprimera son vice, On l'a condamné à mort Et ne plaignez pas son sort. Language Language ballad is printed in French Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. guillotine Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Date Date of ballad 1910 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. ? Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Imprimerie Henri Colomb, Rodez URL https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k7619467g/f3.item.r=%22adrienne%20pons%22 Gender Gender of the person being executed. male Image / Audio Credit Collection Jean-Michel Cosson, <a href="https://complaintes.criminocorpus.org/complainte/complainte-100/">Crimio Corpus record</a> Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/ea861d5cc93c5a3c883e2f65186ded77.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Italian Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. ottava rima Language Language ballad is printed in Italian Date Date of ballad 1618 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A schoolmaster in Pesaro murders his pupil and cuts him into 8 pieces. One song in third person voice followed by song in first person voice of school master. Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel? Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Pesaro Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Posto in luce per L. P. In Pesaro, & in Bologna, per Gio; Paolo Moscatelli, 1618. Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O’Sommo Iddio, quanto il nemico astuto Procaccia, d’ingannar l’humana gente, E’l ben che noi facciamo sia perduto, Investiga, e cerca l’astuto serpente, Io voglio un caso horrendo, c’hò veduto (A Dio piacendo) contar à la gente. Come per tutt’hormai la fama vola, D’un povero meschin Mastro da Scola. Costui haveno gran desio d’udire, Che la sua fama pervenisse à buoni, Pronto si pose e con un grand’ardire A’ far che quella por tutto risuoni; Ma tosto il cor voltò, state à sentire, Quello ch’avviene à chi dispregia i doni Del Sommo Iddio; poiche gl’entrò nel petto D’uccider di sua mano un gionanetto. Essendo il gentil figlio, hormai salito, Mediante sue virtuti à tant’altezza, Che’l Mastro superar si vide ardito, Mostrando chiaro sua natura avvezza Apprender tutto; ma da quel tradito Fù con gran crudelta, e scelleratezza: Onde nè segui poi, che di quell’empio Si fece à tutt’il popol chiato essempio. Vedendo quell’esperto giovanetto, Che’l Precettore suo no’l può vedere Lascia la Scola, e volta l’intelletto Verso cupido, e in cose più leggiare: Il Mastro, che d’invidia ha colmo il petto Anch’ei cosi vuol far fuor del dovere Con la propria sua amata, e lei gentile Quello discaccia come infame, e vile. Non sà più come far quel scelerato, E la gran rabbia tutto dentro il rode; Poiche ne la dottrina superato Si trova, & in amar dal giovin prode: Ma pensa, che quel figlio cestumato Uccider vuol, come si vede, & ode, E sempre và pensando ( ò caso strano) Come uccider lo possa l’inhumano. E gli sapeva, ch’era suo costume Dopo’l disnar di riposarsi un poco, E mentre’l figlio l’uno, e l’altro lume Hà chiuso il tradito a poco, a poco. A’ quel s’accosta, ch’à narrar’un fiume Di lagrime faria si crudo gioco Con una mano ne’ bei crin l’afferra, E l’altra co’l raso la gola i serra. Da l’estremo dolor, quel gentil figlio, Svegliato alza la testa, e la man pone Sopra del taglio già fatto vermiglio, E sol con cenni mosso à compassione Havria una Tigre, e pur bagnava il ciglio Quasi dicendo al suo Rabi Nerrone; Poiche nel cader suo si vide impresso La forma de la man nel sangue istesso. E visto c’hebbe il traditor disteso, L’innocente figliuolo, si ritira, E ne l’animo suo stava sospeso, Che far dovesse: pur ritorna, e mira Il corpo, e poi lo leva sù di peso, Pensando al caso rio, piange, e sospira, Ma si risolue, e pria chè da lui parti Spogliarlo, e pei quel far in otto quarti. Quarli portava poi sotto la veste Fuori della Citta de ad uno, ad uno In un loco desorto, over alpeste, Dove habitar non vede huomo alcuno Senza punto pensar, che manifeste Son l’opre nostre à Dio, ch’e Trino, & uno Nasconde il figlio in seno à la gran Madre, Acciò non vadi tal notitia al Padre. Quello non tarda à licentiar’il resto De’suoi Scolari con finta occasione Di far’un viaggio tutto afflitto, e mesto Fin’à Loreto sol per gran passione, Ch’ei sentiva nel cuor tanto molesto D’haver fatta si perfida uccisione, Di là si parte, e pensa esser sicuro; Ma fù preso (oh caso iniquo, e duro.) Essendo ito in altra terra à fare Pur l’essercitio del Mastro da Scola, Va giorno essendo andate à comperare Diversissime cose; ma una sola Trovò, che gli mancava per mangiare, Votendo in tutto satisfar la gola, Quella comoprando, arrivò quei Mercanti, Che per il morto figlio fer gran pianti. Fù da lor conosciuto prestamente; Ben che forma diversa havesse preso, Chiamata la Giustitia immantinente, Acciò da quella fusse ligato, e preso, Il Capitano arriva, e’l suo Tenente, Frà li quali fu molto vilipeso Gridando ad alta voce, mi fan torto, Non mi stringete più, hoime son morto. Gionto, che fù dinanzi al Tribunale Della Giustitia, gli danno il tormento Per chiarii si s’havea commesso il male, Ose’l gran querelato à tradimento; Ma non si tosto si senti far male, Che’l tutto confessò senz’ altro stento, E di nuovo tornerno à far l’essame, E poi fù condennato à morte infame. Si racoglie in se stesso, e si ritira, Pensando al crudo annuntio, che gli è dato, E’l grave fallo suo piange, e sospira; Poiche per quello à morte è condennato, Che sia lasciato di prigione; aspira, Tanto, che và in quel luoco abbandonato, Dove sottrè quei quarti del figliuolo, E scoprirli à sua man con grave duolo. Di nuovo ricondotto à la prigione Dimanda in cortesia carta, & inchiostro, Perche vuol far palese à le persone Quanto fragile sia il viver nostro; Cosi fece un lamento che Nerone Indolcito haveria, com’hor vi mostro, Poiche il pover meschin piangendo forte Vien dato in preda al Boia, e va à la morta. IL FINE. LAMENTO Del detto Mastro con i suoi Membri, e cominciò dal Cuore. O Crudo Cuore mio, perche pensasti Di commetter’ error tanto crudele? Perche voi occhi traditor mirasti, E cagioni tosti poi c’hor mi querele? Ditemi orecchie voi, perche ascoltasti? Voi bocca e naso non gustaste fele Più tosto che permettere c’habbia fatto Cosa che perir poi il fà in un tratto. O mani traditrici ò piedi ingrati Non fosti voi cagion del mio languire? Forte pur dianzi da me tanto amati, Et hora insieme ci convien perire; Voi gambe, che quegli altri membri ingrati Portasti alla Giustitia trasgredire Il corpo lamentar si può e la schena, Che condotti gli havete à tanta pena. In somma lamentare, e non à torto Mi posso con ragione giusta, e vera Di tutti voi ch’incambio di conforto Voi mi fate veder l’ultima sera, Se voi sete cagion ch io giaccia morto, Vostra allegrezza non sarà già vera: Poiche consentienti al trasgredire Pria fosti, sarete anco al gran martire. Pio havessi tempo di narrar mia vita Un’intiero volume vorret fare, Ma sento un discipline, che m’invita, Ch’io m’i debba al supplicio apparechiare, E sento l’alma mia tutta smarrita, E tre mante poi ch’hà d’abbandonare Il corpo e lui ancor grave dolore Sente per sua pietade, e grande amore. Già cha (mal grado mio) hor mi conviene Finir il mio lamento in pene, e guai Sento che’l sangue si gela in le vene, Perch’è vicina la mia morte hormai, Io prego il Sommo Dio, che tante pene Non sian ragione de gli eterni guai, Ma che lo spirito mio al Ciel ritorni, Dove (piacendo a lui) stanzi e soggiorni. Cosi vi prego tutti, ò circostanti, Ch’à l’atio, e à la passion non date albergo, Che l’esperienza havete hormai di tanti, Quali hanno le virtudi poste à tergo, E la lor mala fin pensar inanti, Non voler com’ anch’io: onde sommergo, Vi prego adunque con doglia infinita A viver di memeglio in questa vita. A te mi volto, ò Redentor del Mondo, Venia chiedenao de’ peccati miei, Tù conosci c’hà it cor contrito, e mondo, Se tale è il mio, perdona i falli rei, Ti prego non guardar ch in questo Mondo Io non facessi quello, che dovei, E insieme prego ancor’il Padre Eterno, Per sua bontà, mi scampi dall’Inferno. IL FINE. Subtitle D’un Mastro da Scola, quale mosso da invidia uccise un suo Discepolo, e nè fece otto quarti; Con un lamento ch’ei fece quando per ciò fù preso, & condennato à morte. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Compassionevole, e lacrimoso caso, nuovamente occorso nella Città di Pesaro Italian https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3820a98a78c573b5f2489102d9e28531.jpg 4195afaa9f6b7cece0ced12561d95254 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/b242d34d016eaeb5d2de368ec25722e6.jpg abbd4e0b5578d049f88d98e8e822130d https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f5214aa5a9fa88f61770b16337f1067e.jpg 96bea1eda8350fd1bb6da1b338cb24a8 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/c97400b43681cc560fcc6f4558e34b54.jpg b3a276b2a82b0e7bb34532fa363fb1e3 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5e22e20d53a872288fd47ddd5cbeb52b.jpg c4eae532dc96e794c42a95e32294c6c1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Italian Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1163">ottava rima</a> Language Language ballad is printed in Italian Date Date of ballad 1588 La data si ricava dall'attivitöæ del tipografo. Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad A Jew tries to murder a father and daughter but his plan is uncovered by the Virgin Mary and he is judged. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. In Ferrara, & ristampato in Bologna : per Vittorio Benacci, [dopo il 1588]. 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 Fidelli, Giovan Battista Subtitle Doue s'intende lo assassinamento, che fece vn' hebreo a vn padre, e vna figliola, e come per miracolo della Madonna fu scoperto, & giustitiato. Ridotto in ottaua rima per Giouan Battista Fidelli ferrarese. Image / Audio Credit Venezia VE0049 Biblioteca nazionale Marciana - EDIT16 Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3820a98a78c573b5f2489102d9e28531.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="600"></iframe> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Compassioneuol caso occorso su'l Trentino nel Castello di Perzine. Italian Male murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/db07144bdd8c0e2a235cb911f7097792.jpg 1f8de6275c88be9d0d83473f43e0116f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Artworks Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data Engraving - print on paper playing card Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Coleman drawn to his execution Description An account of the resource "Coleman drawn to his execution"; card number 7 of a set of playing cards depicting the Popish Plot . Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Francis Barlow? Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1679 or 1849 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 70 years or less. https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/226f7900e68cddfdbe91aff3cea5a320.jpg 98a30086c07efeb006d28f66d5bac59f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Artworks Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. 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Title A name given to the resource Claude Duval Subject The topic of the resource Representation of Claude Duval Description An account of the resource A coach stopped by highwaymen, one bowing to the women inside, who plead or faint, others going through the luggage, one playing a pipe on the left, the gentleman sitting bound near him, watching glumly as the chief highwayman, Duval, sweeps a flourishing bow to one of the young women, who stands in front of the coach, curtseying; after Frith; scratched-letter proof. 1863 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Published by: Art Union of London After: William Powell Frith Print made by: Lumb Stocks Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived British Museum Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1863 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource This is a faithful photographic reproduction of a two-dimensional, public domain work of art. This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 70 years or less. https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/f1dc1b5ac44fd74b553349821fc68c5d.jpg b9eb82291fa6612e26c343207621756e https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/ac92a7e98514f6028b68d1e535ec494f.jpg f1645c5cabedd0029229a4d4d2c0936f https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5dac42bf29b9e716c7e67919dfa8388c.jpg 3fba7eafd635811898bd9c6a086d1691 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. air des Pendus Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics OR, écoutez, jeunes & vieux, L'histoire d'un homme fameux, Qui fait tant parler de sa vie, Et qui par sa grande industrie De paysan devint un Monsieur, C'est ce qui lui porta malheur. Il naquit donc en Dauphiné, Mandrin qu'on a déja roué, Pays si fertile en grands hommes. Avouons-le tant que nous sommes; Que tous les gens qui y sont nés Y voient bien plus loin que leur nez. Qui fut sa mere? on le sçait bien; son pere en lui fit un Vaurien: Mais enfin, quel qu'il dùt être, On lui donna de très-bons maîtres, Qui le firent en peu de mois Un vrai madré des plus adroits. Il n'avoit pas encore huit ans, Qu'il montroit déja des talens Beaucoup au-dessus de son âge: Tous les enfans de son Village, Ils l'appelloient le fin Renard. Mais il courut de grands hazards. Hélas! nous le sçavons bien tous Que le mérite a des Jaloux: A Grenoble ainsi qu'à Valence; Mandrin en fit l'expérience; Je m'en vais vous dire comment: Ecoutez attentivement. L'an mil sept cent cinquante-deux Antoine le cadet des deux, De Louis il étoit le frere, Pour certaine fâcheuse affaire, Fut pendu très-réellement Par ordre exprès du Parlement. Le même jour Louis, hélas! Fut roué, mais il n'y étoit pas; Car il le fut en effigie, Et si pour conserver sa vie, Il n'eùt pris la fuite bien fort, Il auroit été mis à mort. Elu Chef de Contrebandiers, A tous nos Seigneurs les Fermiers Il se mit à faire la guerre, Et sur les eaux & sur la terre. Dieu préserve ses serviteurs De la potence & des voleurs. On l'a vu dedans Montbrison A Bourg, à Clugny près Mâcon, Qui sont des pays de Cocagne, Et bien meilleurs que l'Allemagne, Enfiler avec grand fracas Les Commis & les Chapon gras. Il massacroit de tout côté, De personne il n'avoit pitié, Et les Dames toutes tremblantes S'enfuyoient avec leurs Servantes. Il ne craignoit Dieu ni le Roi, Le méchant n'avoit point de foi. Allant aux Bureaux de Tabac, Il en grapilloit plus d'un sac Qu'il vendoit à cent sols la livre, Il pilloit or, argent & cuivre; Aux Fermiers donnoit ses billets, Qui les trouvoient assez mauvais. Tôt ou tard le Dieu Souverain Punit un homme libertin. Il permit qu'aux portes de France, Mandrin, dormant sans défiance, Fut pris miraculeusement. Dieu lui pardonne au Jugement. Par des Gardes il fut enlevé, Qui le tinrent très-resserré. On le conduisit à Valence, Lieu remarquable dans la France. Quand il y fut emprisonné, Il parut un peu étonné. La Justice avec grand raison Le fit présenter à question, Pour lui faire avouer ses crimes, Au Puy, Beaune, Autun, ses victimes; Mais l'impoli fit un gros pet Pour dernier coup de pistolet. Le Juge pardonna le coup; Pour de sa bouche sçavoir tout, Mandrin avoua ses offenses. Mon ami, fais en pénitene: Si tu meurs aussi criminel, Tu feras un péché mortel. Or donc Monsieur le Juge en pleurs, Parloit comme un Prédicateur: Mais Mandrin s'amusoit à boire, Au lieu de changer & de croire Une troupe de gens pieux Qui venoient lui parler de Dieu. Une Dame de grand renom, Qui les visitoit en prison, L'exhortoit à sauver son ame; Mais l'Impie lui dit: Madame: Allant d'ici en Paradis, Combien compte-t'on de Logis? Le Malheureux ne vouloit point Se confesser en bon Chrétien; Il blasphémoit comme un Corsaire, Il envoyoit faire lanlaire Petits collets, grands capuchons, Sans y mettre trop de façons. Alors on dit que Monseigneur, Qui se connoit en Directeur, Lui en choisit un fort habile, Depuis peu venu à la Ville. Mon Pere, lui dit-il, je veux Que vous meniez Mandrin aux Cieux. Le Saint homme obéit d'abord. Il dit à Mandrin qu'il a tort. Mon enfant, ta cause est jugée; Tu vois ta fortune changée; Tu pourrois bien être roué, Et même perdre la santé. Je n'oserai jamais te voir Dans la peine & le désespoir. Tu seras en grandes détresses, Il faut donc que tu te confesses; Sinon, je t'assures aussitôt Que tu mourras en huguenot. Par la grace du Saint Esprit, Alors Mandrin se convertit; Il se confessa tout de suite: Son Confesseur plein de mérite, Sur l'Acte de Contrition, Lui donna l'Absolution. Il embrassa de tout son coeur Le Bourreau son Exécuteur. En passant devant une Eglise, Quoiqu'il n'eùt rien que sa chemise, Il fit la génuflexion, Tant il avoit de dévotion. Il fut conduit à l'échafaut, Que l'on avoit dressé bien haut; Sur la croix soudain on le couche: Le Bourreau n'ouvroit pas la bouche, Mais le Per lui dit, mon fils, Tu souperas en Paradis. Enfin le Bourreau lui cassa Les os des jambes & des bras, Avec ceux des reins & des cuisses. Et Mandrin pendant ses supplices, Prioit bien fort l'Agneau Paschal, Et disoit qu'on lui faisoit mal. Quand il eut les membres rompus, Sur la roue il fut étendu. A la fin par miséricorde, On lia son cou d'une corde, Par ordre de Monsieur Levet, Pour qu'on lui coupât le sifflet. Or prions tous dévotement Dieu & ses Saints semblablement, Qu'ils nous préservent de mal faire, Tant que nous serons sur la terre, De peur de tomber en Enfer Avec Judas & Lucifer. Peuple Chrétien, qui m'écoutez: De cet exemple profitez. Ne faites plus la Contrebande, Pleurez vos fautes qui sont grandes, Et vous pourrez comme Mandrin Faire une glorieuse fin. FIN. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1755 Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. smuggling, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Age Age of the person condemned in the ballad. 30 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Valence URL <a href="https://books.google.fr/books?id=C24GAAAAQAAJ&pg=PA307&lpg=PA307&dq=air+des+pendus&source=bl&ots=N7alkc1qEq&hl=fr&sa=X&ct=result#v=onepage&q&f=false" target="_blank">Recueil de romances historiques, tendres et burlesques, tant anciennes que modernes, avec les airs notés</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoikeXcrdW4%20" target="_blank">Youtube video</a> Subtitle augmentée de sa Mort. Sur l'air des Pendus. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis%C3%A9Mandrin" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>: Louis Mandrin ( February 11, 1725 - May 26, 1755) was a French brigand (highwayman) from Dauphiné. Mandrin has been called the Robin Hood of France. He became famous for his rebellion against the Ferme générale, the tax collecting agency of the French ancien régime (royal government). In his time, government taxes were levied on salt ( the gabelle), tobacco, and farming. The tax collectors, called fermiers, or (tax) farmers, were in charge of collecting all taxes for the king, but the total amount of the tax to be paid by the population was not specified; the tax collectors needed to pay only the pre-agreed amount to the king, but could exact unspecified sums themselves. Many of them were greedy and became wealthy and powerful through their exactions from the poor. The tax collectors were therefore hated by the people. Louis Mandrin was born at Saint-étienne-de-Saint-Geoirs, Dauphiné, a border province, in 1725. His family was well established in the region, but was no longer as prosperous as in the past. Louis's father, a horse merchant, died when Louis was 17, leaving nine children. Louis, the eldest, hecame head of the family. Mandrin's first run-in with the fermiers was in 1748. He was under contract to supply to French army in Italy with "100 mules minus three." Unfortunately, crossing the Alps was difficult and most of the animals died on the way to their destination, Saint-étienne-de-Saint-Geoirs. Mandrin had only 17 mules left when he arrived, and they were in such a sorry state that the tax collectors refused to pay him. Five years later, on July 27, 1753, Mandrin and his friend Benoît Brissaud were involved in a brawl and their opponents were killed. Brissaud was sentenced to death and Mandrin to the galleys. Mandrin managed to flee but Brissaud was caught and hanged in Breuil square (now Place Grenette) in Grenoble. On the same day, Mandrin's brother Pierre was hanged for counterfeiting. Mandrin declared a personal war against the tax collectors. Mandrin joined a gang of smugglers operating in the Cantons of Switzerland, France, and Savoy, which was then a sovereign state. They trafficked mainly in tobacco. Mandrin soon became head of this gang - a small army of some 300 men which he led and organised like a military regiment. They had warehouses for weapons and stolen goods in Savoy, and Mandrin believed himself out of the reach from the French authorities. During 1754 he organised six military-style campaigns. He and his men targeted only the most unpopular tax collectors, which gained them huge support from the local population. Mandrin bought goods (cloth, hides, tobacco, canvas and spices) in Switzerland, which he then resold in French towns without paying the Ferme Générale any of the tax due. The population was delighted with such bargains. Soon the French government passed laws forbidding the population to buy these smuggled goods. Mandrin reacted to the ban by going to Rodez and forcing Ferme Générale employees to buy his goods at gunpoint. The Ferme générale, exasperated by Mandrin's growing popularity, obtained help from the Royal Army, but Mandrin took refuge in Savoy, near Pont-de-Beauvoisin. The tax collectors then decided to enter the Duchy illegally, disguising their 500 men as peasants. Mandrin was betrayed by of two of his men, and the tax collectors seized him at a fortified farm in Rochefort-en-Novalaise. When the King of Savoy, Charles Emmanuel III of Sardinia, learned of the French intrusion into his territory, he immediately wrote to the French King Louis XV demanding that the prisoner be turned over to him, and the French King agreed. However, the tax collectors were so eager to be rid of Mandrin that they had hurried through his trial and execution before the king's message reached them. Mandrin was tried on May 24, 1755, and sentenced to be broken on the wheel, a penalty reserved for serious offenders, in Valence, Drôme on May 26. He was executed on May 26, 1755, in front of 6,000 onlookers, many of them sympathetic. His arms, legs and stomach were hit and broken with an iron bar and he was then hoisted on a wheel with his arms and legs under him. Mandrin endured the torture without a cry. After eight minutes, he was strangled to put an end to his suffering. His broken body was put on display. Many angry and sympathetic notes were left near the body. It was the beginning of the legend. Mandrin's struggle against the injustice of the Ancien Régime was discussed across Europe and the cause taken up by Voltaire (who compared him with the king of Prussia)[3][4] and Turgot. A popular ballad arose, the Complainte de Mandrin, that was sung throughout France and is still known today. Its author remains unknown. Extremely popular during his life, Mandrin remains famous to this day, in his native Dauphiné, in the Savoie and to a lesser degree, in the rest of France. A major film was made about him in 2011. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource CHANSON sur la vie de LOUIS MANDRIN; breaking on the wheel Male murder smuggling https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9c45a309e002d59f14e93804b855b37a.JPG 0c4a885483d806fc446a4ca1c0361b20 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/d854588b93427166f9198488ef5750c1.JPG 5bf62839444691f788b4ed2d0990da1c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. air du Danger Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1755 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad On this date in 1755, Henri Mongeot was broken on the wheel for assassinating the husband of his adulterous lover, Marie. Louis Alexandre Lescombat was a Paris architect; the betrayal of his flighty wife Marie Catherine Taperet was all the talk of Paris after her lover Mongeot slew the husband whilst out on a walk in December of 1754 — then summoned the watch to present a bogus self-defense claim. This tactic has been known to work when the killer enjoys sufficient impunity; perhaps a respectable bourgeois like Lescombat could have done it to Mongeot — but when the horny 23-year-old busts up the family home with one blade and then the other, it’s La Mort de Lescombat, a tragedy. For the widow, one good betrayal would deserve another: Mongeot faithfully avoided implicating her in the murder but when he discovered on the very eve of his death that she was already making time with a new fellow, he summoned the judge and revenged himself by exposing her incitement to the crime. His evidence would doom her to follow him many months later, after the sentence was suspended long enough for the widow Lescombat to deliver a son. Joining Mongeot on the scaffold this date was a 15-year-old heir to the family executioner business apparently conducting just his second such sentence — Charles-Henri Sanson, the famed bourreau destined in time to cut off the head of the king and queen. Mongeot makes a passing appearance in the 19th century Memoirs of the Sansons; in it, Charles-Henri’s grandson remarks from the family notes that “Mdme. Lescombat … was confronted with him [i.e., her doomed lover] at the foot of the scaffold. She was remarkably handsome, and she tried the effect of her charms on her judges, but without avail.” 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 Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Paris, Place de Greve Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics O Mort, t’es trop cruelle, Tu me livres un combat, Et quoique je sois belle, Faut y sauter le pas; Sans différer, Faut perdre la santé, Chose assurée, Au cabriolet j’irai. Je partirai sans doute Dans quelque jours d’ici: Faut que je me résoude A ne plus voir Paris; C’est aujourd’hui Qu’il me faut perdre la vie, Sans plus tarder, Je me vois condamnée. Me voilà donc jugée, La chose est décidée, Et par mon Favori J’ai fait tuer mon Mari, Qui m’aimoit bien. Ah! quel fâcheux destin Que j’ai commis, Pour plaire à mon ami. Cela est tout abus, Faut que je sois pendue. Adieu, Ville de Paris, Puisqu’il me faut partir En mantelet, Ayant un air coquet, Tout le monde charmé De me voir cabrioler. Il me faut donc mourir Pour vous faire plaisir. Adieu, tous mes Amis, Et mes Parens aussi. Quel grand chagrin, Moi qui vous aimois bien, Dans votre coeur Pour vous quel deshonneur. Mon Pere, aussi ma Mere, Je vous fais mes adieux. Quelle douleur amere De voir devant vos yeux Un tel objet! Que vous avez de regret De votre enfant Que vous aimiez tendrement. Et le jour de ma mort Tout Paris y viendra, Les filles, aussi les femmes S’empresseront pour cela De tous côtés, Ils seront étouffés Pour contempler Ma charmante beauté. Au supplice arrivée; A la Ville je monterai, Sera pour faire pester Ceux que seront charmés, Sans plus târder, C’est pour m’y voir danser, Chose assurée, Menuet & Passepied. Avant de rendre l’ame, Son coeur s’en va disant: Priez pour moi, mes Dames, Que Jesus tout-puissant, Et que pour cette nuit Je sois en paradis, Je prierai Dieu Pour vous dedans les cieux. Et vous, jeunes fillettes, Qui êtes à marier, Ne prenez point un homme Et sans que vous l’aimiez; C’est que je vous le dis, J’ai fait tuer mon Mari, Ne l’aimant pas, Me voilà au trépas. FIN Avec Permission URL https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Catherine_Taperet Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Chanson nouvelle sur Madame Lescombat. Sur l’air du Danger. Female French hanging murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/6a26f93a4242d3474fb906846a7bc4d7.jpg fdc5514f4bfb3c58d077589b979605cc https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/9ef2315c0576c5d347b308aca2aba2ac.jpg 588129286fbfb8bc24d6527491a1169f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Sur l'air Marin Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Venez brave bourgeois d'Estaire & de Merville pour la derniere fois Venez femmes & filles voir Pierre Antoine mourir S'en vont ses jours finir Pour n'avoir su bien vivre Entre vous paysans Qui demeurez au champs Gardez bien de le suivre. Il estoit bon Censier Prés de la Ville d'Estaire Connus dans ces quartier Faisant bien ses affaires Il pouvoit dans ce lieu vivre en homme heureux S'il eust esté sage Il ne serois point ainsi En peine & en soucis Par son mechant courage Par ma vie debordée & mon libertinage je me mis à voler Pres d'un petit Bocage Depouillant les passans En prenant leur argent Du soir à la brunette Enfin nuls estrangers N'osoient plus la passer En craignant leur defaite Un jour l'esprit malin Luy mit dedans la teste de prendre un sac de grain A un Batelier honneste Et hors de son Batteau Qui estoit dessus l'eau Il luy cria arrette Mais l'entendant crier A tué ce Battelier Comme une pauvre Bette Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1705? Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Pierre Antoine Hugues is a robber who preys on people near a hedged farmland. When trying to steal a sack of grain from a boatman he kills the boatman. only first sheet Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. breaking on the wheel Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. robbery, murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. ? Estaire Subtitle un peu devant sa mort le deuxième jour de Decembre de l'année 1705. Sur l'air Marin. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Chanson nouvelle sur la complainte que fit Pierre Antoine Hugues breaking on the wheel French Male murder robbery Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. Montgommery Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Combien pernicieux, Que laisse le service, Du puissant Roy des cieux, Pour dans le précipice: De Sathan, malheureux, Et aux absides creux, Y faire sa demeure, Ce Lyon furieux, Nous a aillé les yeux, C'est une chose seure. Comme Loups ravissants, Nous courons la campagne Pour nuire aux innocents, Le mal nous accompagne: Des dents plus que du fer: Pour plaire à Lucifer, Nous faisons grand carnage, Tant aux villes qu'aux champs, Comme bourreaux meschans, Les enfans en bas aage. Quelque temps sans cesser, Dura nostre malie: Mais il faut confesser: Que tout c'est artifice: Car nos petits enfants: Qui n'en estoyent contens: Le dirent à leurs mres, Desireux de vanger: Le meurtre & le danger: Des innocens leurs frres. Les frres n'osant pas: Dire la boucherie: Ny le cruel repas Que faisait la furie De ces deux malheureux Par trop impetueux: Encontre l'innocence, Le sang messe d'iceux Monta jusques aux cieux Elle demanda vengeance. Les enfans de rechef Commencerent à voix haute De chanter le meschef De leur pre & la faute, Disant nos peres loups, Se jetteront sur nous: Aussi leur fiers rage, Grand Dieu soyez nous doux Et que vostre courroux Leur soit pour héritage. La Justice entendit De ces enfans la plainte, Qui bien les deffendit De senrir nos attaintes Nous confessons pour gray Que des innocents c'ay Quatre cents & quarante Et plus avons mangez En cruels loups changés Chacun s'en mescontente. Nous sommes condamnés, Pour aller au supplice: Et au feu destinez, Pour si grande malice De Dieu le jugement Perpetuellement: Juste et équitable: Ne laissent tels forfaits N'y tels bourreaux infects Jamais impunissables. Messieurs ne souffrez pas Aller votre jeunesse Pour gouster les appas Des Sorciers qui sans cesse Blasphement en tout lieux Encontre le gray Dieu Et de leur maléfice Se vengent contre tous Car le Diable est jaloux De son divine service. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1606 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events Lyrics to chant de Montgommery (1559): Combien est oublieux Qui se ¥åe à fortune! Encor' plus malheureux Qui par trop l'importune. En sont souvente fois Les princes et les roys En grand meschef et honte : Moy trs bien le cognois Que nagures j'estois De Mont-GommeryäóÖ comte. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Lyon: Simon Rigaud, 1606 'La Fleur du Rozier des Chansons Nouvelles' Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. burning Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder, werewolves Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Lige URL <a href="https://play.google.com/books/reader?printsec=frontcover&output=reader&id=Zgr3Hd4UuUcC&pg=GBS.PA214" target="_blank">Recueil de chants historiques francais depuis le 12. jusqu'au 18. siecle, 2: Deuxieme serie</a> <a href="https://play.google.com/books/reader?printsec=frontcover&output=reader&id=zdg5AAAAcAAJ&pg=GBS.PA11" target="_blank">La fleur du Rozier des chansons</a> Subtitle Sur le chant de Montgommery. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Chanson nouvelle de deux hommes qui ont mangé quatre cens quarante neuf enfàs en forme de Loups, lesquels ont esté bruslés dans la ville de Liege, burning Male murder werewolves