A True and Perfect Relation of
A Horrible Murther,
[C]ommitted by a woman in Golden-lane, on her Neighbour big with-
Child, who had borrowed Thirty shillings of her, who is since fled.
To the Tune of, The children in the Wood.
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[?]doleful News which every day
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[?] ll bringeth to our ears;
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[?] in this World there is no stay,
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[?] this Tale appears.
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[?][wom]an late in Golden-Lane,
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[?] [t]hirty Shillings lend;
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[?]woman living near,
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[?] [ne]ighbour and her friend.
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The woman Money by the week,
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poor wretch was forc'd to borrow
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Of her Rich Neighbour, which did seek
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to lend it to her sorrow.
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The Lender first by Small-Cole came
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unto a fair Estate;
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And Money lent unto the Poor,
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At a most griping rate.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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Amongst the rest, this Neighbour neer,
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did borrow by the week,
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The summ above, which people fear,
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caused her Blood to reek.
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For on a Day she passing by,
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being full bigg with Child:
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The Lender unto her did cry,
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she was by her beguil'd.
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Hussy, quoth she, what do you mean,
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my Money not to pay,
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That thirty shhillings which I lent
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to you on such a day.
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Time is expired, and you know,
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I will no longer trust:
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Pray Huswife pay me what you owe,
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i'le make you know you must.
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This trembling Debtor straight reply'd,
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pray say no more, for I
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Your Debt have never yet deny'd,
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nor will not though I dye.
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I never meant you to defeat,
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you of your Cash with gain:
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Pray therefore no more words repeat,
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but from your wrath refrain.
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This cursed Jew no more reply'd,
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but straight made fast the Door:
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And then began to Rail and bawl,
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much louder then before.
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The Debtor like a harmless Sheep,
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standin[g] the while quite mute,
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This Language had her thunder-struck,
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and that without dispute.
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This Monster Lyon-like, commands
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her Debtor straight to pay:
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Or else she lets her under-stand,
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she ne'r should go away.
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At this the Debtor quite amaz'd,
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suspecting future ill;
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Desired for her Infants sake,
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that she would not her Kill.
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But this inhumane wretch so vild,
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with an inhumane Rage;
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Falls on the woman big with Child,
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nought could her wrath asswage.
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With kicks and blows this creature dy'd
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within a day or two,
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And what she suffer'd no one knows,
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although the thing be true.
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The Coroner was sent for straight,
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to view the Corps when dead:
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Man-slaughter he did bring it in,
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the Broaker since is fled.
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The Sufferer at her latest gasp,
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affirm'd her Child and she
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By this same Murtheress lost their lives
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which truly well might be.
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The Coroner who was her Bail,
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who for this Fact is fled:
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Is for the same secur'd in Goal,
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for her who now is Dead.
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God grant all people may abstain
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such wretched acts as these,
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And keep us such Deeds to refrain,
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least Hell our Souls do seize.
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