A lamentable new Ditty, made upon the death of a worthy Gentle-
man, named George Stoole, dwelling sometime on Gate-side Moore, and
sometime at New-castle in Northumberland: with his penitent
end. To a delicate Scottish Tune.
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COme you lusty Northerne Lads,
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that are so blith and bonny,
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Prepare your hearts to be full sad,
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to heare the end of Georgy,
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Heigh ho, heigh-ho my bony love,
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heigh-ho, heigh ho my honny;
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Heigh-ho, heigh-ho my owne deare love
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and God be with my Georgie.
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When Georgie to his triall came,
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a thousand hearts were sorry,
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A thousand Lasses wept full sore,
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and all for love of Georgy.
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Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, my bony Love,
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heigho, etc.
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Some did say he would escape,
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some at his fall did glory:
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But these wers Clownes and fickle friends,
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and none that loved Georgy.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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Might friends have satisfide the Law,
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then Gorgie would find many:
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Yet bravely did he plead for life,
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if mercy might be any.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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But when this doughty Carle was cast
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he was full sad and sorry:
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Yet boldly did he take his death,
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so patiently dyde Georgie.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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As Georgie went up to the Gate,
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he tookd his leave of many:
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He tooke his leave of his Lards wife,
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whom ho lovd best of any.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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With thousand sighs and heavy looks,
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away from thence he parted:
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Where he so often blith had beene,
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though now so heavy hearted.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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He writ a Letter with his owne hand,
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he thought he writ it bravely:
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He sent it to New-castle Towne,
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to his beloved Lady.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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Wherein he did at large bewaile,
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the occasion of his folly:
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Bequeathing life unto the Law,
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his soule to heaven holy:
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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Why Lady, leave to weepe for me,
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let not my ending grieve ye:
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Prove costant to the ney you love,
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for I cannot releeve yee.
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Hiegh ho, etc.
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Out upon the Withrington,
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and fie upon the Phoenix:
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Thou hast put downe the doughty one
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that stole the sheepe from Anix.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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ANd fie on all such cruell Carles,
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whose cruelties so fickle:
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To cast away a Gentleman
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in hatred for so little.
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Heigh-ho heigh ho, my bonny Love;
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heigh-ho, etc.
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I would I were on yonder Hill,
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where I have beene full merry:
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My sword and buckeler by my side
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to fight till I be weary.
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Heigh-ho etc.
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They well, should know that tooke mee first
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though whoops be now forsaken:
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Had I but freedome, armes, and health,
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Ide dye, are Ide be taken.
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Heigh-ho etc.
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But Law comdemns me to my grave,
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they have me in their power:
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Thers none but Christ that can mee save,
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at this my dying houre.
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Heigh-ho. etc
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He calld his dearest love to him,
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when as his heart wae sorry:
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And speaking thus with manly heart,
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Deare sweeting, pray for Georgie.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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He gave to her a piece of gold,
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and bade her givet her Barnes:
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And oft he kist her rosie lips,
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and laid him into her armes.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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And comming to the place of death,
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he never changed colour.
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The more they thought he would looks pale,
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the more his veines were fuller.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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And with a cheerefull countenance,
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(being at that time entreated
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For to confesse his former life)
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these-words he straight repeated.
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Heigh-ho etc.
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I never stole no Ore nor Cow,
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nor never murdered any:
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But fifty Horse I did receive
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of a Merchants man of Gory.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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For which I am condemnd to dye,
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though guiltlesse I stand dying:
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Deare gracious God, my soule receive
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for now my life is flying.
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Heigh-ho, etc.
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The man of death a part did act,
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which grieves mee tell the story.
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God comfort all are comfortlesse,
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and did so well as Georgie.
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Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, my bonny Love,
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heigh-ho heigh-my bonny,
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Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, mine own true lov[e]
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sweet Christ receive my Georgie.
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