The sad effects of Covetousness.
Being, a Relation of a Horrid Murther, commited upon a Maid Servant, in the
Town of Lyn; by her Mistriss and her Son, for the Lucre of what she had: But
they being apprehended for the same, was accordingly found Guilty, and was
also Executed.
Tune of, The Young-Mans Legacy. This may be printed, R. P.
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WHile I in brief shall make appear,
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what sins are chiefest in this land,
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Who can forbear to shed a tear,
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when they these Lines shall understand
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Covetousness we see each day,
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to many other sins does lead,
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And when we shall to that give way,
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sad murthers does from thence proceed
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For money what will many do,
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to Satans service they'l engage,
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And will their hands in blood imbrue;
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O! is this not a sinful age.
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Tho' many for the same does stretch,
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yet some will eagerly run on,
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And does not fear to make a breach,
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in all the Laws of God and Man.
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Alas, we find the case is clear,
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offenders will no conscience make,
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Although their lives do pay full dear,
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yet they will not their sins forsake.
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And now in brief I will proceed,
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to tell what grieves my heart full sore,
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The like of this sad bloody deed,
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was hardly ever heard before.
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There was an honest Servant-Maid,
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that lived in the town of Lyn:
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Who of her life was soon betray'd,
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By Murther that notorious sin.
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It was the Mistriss and her Son,
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who prov'd this Maidens overthrow,
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There was no Creature, no not one,
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when they their Cruelty did show.
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To death they did this Damsel bring,
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she did their cruelty behold,
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What tempted them to do this thing,
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these very Lines shall here unfold.
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While she did in this place abide,
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a Servant with humility:
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A Friend or a Relation dy'd,
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who left to her a Legacy.
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This to her service then she brought,
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where wickedness was too too rife,
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For this they her destruction wrought,
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and suddenly they sought her life.
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One morning when she riss betimes,
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to do her work, and thought no ill,
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O! then they did commit this crime,
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her Guiltless blood they then did spill.
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They first agreed to knock her down,
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then presently her wicked Son,
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He drove a spike into her head,
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to finish what they had begun.
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When they had her destruction wrought.
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O! then the Son that wicked Elf,
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Did hang her that it might be thought
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to all, that she had hang'd her self.
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But Murther Heaven does forbid,
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the Blood does still for vengeance cry,
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Likewise we know it can't be hid,
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from our great Gods all-seeing Eye.
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She by their Cruelty did fall,
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alas! we may her grief condole,
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They did not give her time to call
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to God, to pitty her poor Soul.
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They to the Bar was brought at last,
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by this sad wicked Race they run,
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And there by Law they both were cast,
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first dy'd the Mother, then her Son.
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The fruits of Murther here we see,
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would make a Christians heart to bleed
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O that it may a warning be,
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to all that e're these lines shall read.
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