The Bloody-minded Husband;
OR,
The Unfortunate Wife:
Giving a True Account of one WILLIAM TERRY of Derbyshire,
within Two Miles of Ashbourn, who murder'd his Wife Jane: For which
he receiv'd due Sentance of Death, according to the Cruelty of his Crime.
To the Tune of Russel's Farewel. Licensed according to Order.
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THis is a black and gloomy Day,
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dark Clouds of Grief appear;
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And all my Joys are fled away,
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my Soul is wrack'd with Fear:
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Death with a gastful Countenance,
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does make me sore afraid,
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For now I see I soon shall be
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a just Example made.
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Alas my kind and loving Wife,
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whom I sometimes enjoy'd,
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In cruel sort her dearest Life,
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my guilty Hands destroy'd:
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Which Deed has brought me into thrall,
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the World may me degrade:
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I am this day before you all
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a sad Example made.
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A guilty Conscience now does fly
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here in this Face of mine;
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Her Blood does for loud Vengeance cry
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to God enthron'd on high:
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Therefore this World I bid adieu,
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since I her Life betray'd,
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I am this Day in open view,
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a just Example made.
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When I had done this bloody Deed,
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I was with Grief opprest;
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My very Heart began to bleed,
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I could not be at rest,
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But was tormented still in mind,
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since I her Life betray'd,
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And I shall be this day, I find
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a sad Example made.
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My lawful Wife, and bosome Friend,
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whom I had cause to love,
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I brought to an untimely end:
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my Crime is far above
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The greatest Villain in the Land:
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her Life I have betray'd;
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For which I shall be out of hand,
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a just Example made.
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It is my trying Sins I know,
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and likewise want of Grace,
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Which proves my fatal Overthrow,
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and brought me to this place:
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My Conscience being stain'd with guilt,
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to dye I am afraid;
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I shall be for the Blood I spilt,
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a just Example made.
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I did destroy, as well as she,
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the Infant in her Womb,
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If God should be severe with me,
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Eternal Death's my Doom,
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But gracious Lord be not severe,
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as I have often pray'd;
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Let this suffice that I am here
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a just example made.
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Who leads a discontented Life,
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take Warning by my Ill,
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And live in love like Man and Wife,
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curbing your Passions still;
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For fear it proves your Overthrow,
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as I have often said:
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In sorrow from this World I go,
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a just example made.
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O that my dear beloved Mate,
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I could recall again;
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But that Repentance comes too late,
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my Tears are all in vain:
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She now lies sleeping in the Dust,
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whose Life I have betray'd;
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For which by justice now I must
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be an example made.
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This very day the World I leave,
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therefore some pity take,
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Good Lord! and here my Soul receive
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even for thy Mercies sake;
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And cleanse me from the guilt of Sin
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for which I oft have pray'd;
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Let it suffice that I have been
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a just example made.
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