The Penitent Traitors:
OR, THE
Last Dying Lamentation of Charnock, Keys, and King,
Who was all three arrained and found guilty of High Treason, on the 11th Day
of this Instant March, and accordingly received Sentence of Death, and was executed at
Tyburn, on Wednesday the 18th of March, 1695. To the Tune of, Russel's Farewel.
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FArewel to blind Ambition now,
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which puff'd us up with pride,
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This fatal Day we know not how
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the Torment to abide:
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A bitter ignominious Death,
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does now the Conscience sting,
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Of we that must resign our Breath,
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poor Charnock, Keys, and King.
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We must confess with dying Tears,
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it was a hellish Plot,
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Our royal King, Dukes, Lords and Peers,
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were all to go to pot;
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A horrid piece of Villany,
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which does our Ruine bring,
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For we are all condemn'd to Dve,
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both Charnock, Keys, and King.
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Amongst us there was not a Man,
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but thought to rise with speed;
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Thus hope of Fortune push'd us on,
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to make the Nation bleed,
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Both young and old, nay, great and small,
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to Death we thought to bring,
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For which you see the dismal fall
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of Charnock, Keys, and King.
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What Consultations did we hold
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in Taverns day by day?
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With Conspirators manifold,
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to take the Life away,
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Of his most royal Majesty,
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and sad Distruction bring,
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For which we dye deservedly,
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both Charnock, Keys, and King.
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We might have liv'd in happy state,
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under this Government,
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But we were so unfortunate,
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that nothing could content
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Our restless Souls, but bloud alone,
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for which in grief we ring,
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Our dying hands with melting moan,
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both Charnock, Keys, and King.
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What mercy can we think to find,
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from a provoked Prince,
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Whose Death we bloudily design'd?
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no, no, that black offence,
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Is past the reach of pardon sure,
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or any such like thing,
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The pains of Death we must endure,
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both Charnock, Keys, and King.
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On February's fifteenth day,
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likewise the twenty two,
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Te fatal Snare we thought to lay,
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our hands for to imbrew
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In Royal Bloud, like Villains base,
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which was a dreadful thing;
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Therefore we Die in sad disgrace,
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both Charnock, Keys, and King.
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A hainous Crime it does appear,
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which we are sentenc'd for,
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Under our Condemnation here,
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the Fact we do abhor;
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For 'twas against our Soveraign Lord,
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that we did plot this thing,
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So Death is but a just Reward,
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to Charnock, Keys, and King.
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It is well known there's many more
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belonging to our Crew,
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We only lead the way before,
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the rest must follow too;
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For Traytors that the Laws offend,
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their own Distruction bri[n]g,
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Dear Friends, behold the dismal end
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of Charnock, Keys, and King.
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We do advise all you that stand
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about us in this place,
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Ne'r to betray your Native-land,
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but beg of God for Grace:
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Against the Lord's Anoited see
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you hatch no evil thing,
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Think of the fatal Destiny
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of Charnock, Keys, and King.
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