The Lamentation of John Musgrave,
Who was Executed at Kendal, for Robbing the Kings Receiver, and taking away
from him great store of Treasure.
To the Tune of, Wharton.
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TO lodge it was my chance of late,
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at Kendal in the Sizes week,
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Where I saw many a gallant state
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was walking up and down the street,
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Down plumpton park as I did pass,
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I heard a Bird sing in a glen:
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The chiefest of her Song it was,
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farewell the flower of Serving-men.
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Sometimes I heard the Musick sweet,
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which was delightfull unto me:
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At length I heard one wail and weep,
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a gallant youth condemnd to dye:
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Down Plumpton park, etc.
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A Gentleman of courage bold,
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his like I never saw before,
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But when as I did him behold,
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my grief it grew still more and more:
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Down Plumpton Park, etc.
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Of watery eyes there were great store,
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for all did weep that did him see,
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He made the heart of many sore,
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and I lamented for company:
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Down Plumpton park, etc.
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To God above (quoth she) I call,
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that sent his son to suffer death:
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For to receive my sinful soul,
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so soon as I shall loose my breath,
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Down Plumpton park, etc.
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O God I have deserved death,
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for deeds that I have done to thee:
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Yet never livd I like a thief,
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till I met with ill company.
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Down Plumpton park, etc.
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For I may curse the dismal hour,
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first time that I did give consent:
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For to Rob the Kings Receiver
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and to take away his Rent:
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Down Plumpton park, etc.
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You Gallants all be warnd by me,
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learn Cards and Dice for to refrain,
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Fly whores, eschew ill company,
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for these 3 thing will breed you pain:
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All earthly treasures are but vain
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and worldly wealth is vanity:
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Search nothing else but heaven to gain
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remember all that we must dye:
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Down Plumton park, etc.
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Farewell goodfellows less and more,
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be not dismaid at this my fall:
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I never did offend before,
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John Musgrave, all men did me call:
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Down Plumpton park as I did pass,
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I heard a bird sing in a glen, etc.
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The second part of the Lamentation of John Musgrave.
To the same Tune.
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THe bait beguiles the bonny Fish,
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some care not what they swear or say
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The Lamb becomes the Foxes dish
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when as the old sheep runs away:
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Down Plumpton park as I did pass,
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I heard a bird sing in a glen,
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The chiefest of her song it was,
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fare well the flower of Serving-men.
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The Fowlers that the Plovers get,
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take glistering glass their net to set:
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The Ferret when the mouth is copt.
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doth drive the Coney to the Net:
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Down Plumton park, etc.
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The Pike devours the Salmon free,
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which is a better Fish than himself:
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Some care not how whose children cry,
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so that themselves may keep their pelf:
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Down Plumpton park, etc.
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Farewell good people less and more,
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both great and small that did me ken:
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[Fa]rewell rich, and farewell poor,
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and farewell all good Serving-men;
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[Do]wn Plumpton park, etc.
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Now by my death I wish all know,
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that this same lesson you may teach,
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Of what degree, of high, or low,
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climb not I say above your reach:
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Good Gentlemen I you intreat,
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that have more sons than you have land[s,]
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In idleness do not them keep,
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teach them to labour with their hands
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Down Plumpton park; etc.
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For idleness is the root of evil,
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and this sin never goes alone:
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But Theft and Robbery follows after,
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as by my self is plainly shown:
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Down plumpton park, etc.
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For Youth & Age, will not understand,
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that friends in want, they be but cold,
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If they spend their portions and lack land
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they may go beg when they are old:
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Farewell, farewell my bretheren dear,
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sweet Sisters make no doal for me:
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My deaths at hand I do not fear,
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we are all mortal and born to dye:
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I know that Christ did dye for me,
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no earthly pleasures would I have:
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I care not for the world a flye,
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but mercy Lord of thee I crave.
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Come man of death and do me right,
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my glass is run I cannot stay:
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With Christ I hope to lodge this night
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and all good people for me pray:
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The man of death his part did play,
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which made the tears blind many an ey[e]
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He is with Christ, as I dare say,
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the Lord grant us that so we may:
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