A Sorrowful Lamentation and last Farewell of all
the Prisoners to be Executed on Tuesday, Wednesday and
Thursday next, with an Account of the Places where the un-
happy people are to Suffer.
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ATtend a while good people pray.
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To what I shall relate,
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A warning take both old and young,
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By our unhappy fate.
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Heres many of us doomd to die,
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Just in our prime of years,
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Alas! the time draws very nigh,
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As it will soon appear.
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William Macdonald. I must die,
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Mary Roberts also,
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And Charlot Gardner, so must I,
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Which fills our hearts with woe,
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Near Tower Hill will be the place,
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Where we our End must make,
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And Tuesday next will be the day,
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We must this World forsake.
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William Pateman and William Brown,
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Both of us cast for death,
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And Tuesday next will be the day,
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We must resign our breath,
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In Bishopsgate Street, I, Brown must die,
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Pateman in Coleman-Street,
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The Lord look down on us from high,
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In heaven may we meet.
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Richard Roberts and Taplin too,
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We surely must be hangd,
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I Thomas Taplin stilld myself,
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The captain of the gang.
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The time it is now very nigh,
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Our folly is seen too late,
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On Wednesday near Bow-street we die,
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Oh! hard is our fate.
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James Henry, I unhappy man,
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Must soon this life depart,
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O little did I think to come,
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Up Holborn in a cart.
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But now in Holborn I must die,
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And Wednesday is the day,
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But on the Lord, I do rely,
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To the oh! Lord I pray.
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Fleming and Plumley we must die,
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The one on Tyburn tree,
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And the other in Oxford-street,
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A dismal sight to see.
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And Thursday is the day we die,
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Which makes our hearts to ach,
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To thee we pray oh! Lord on high
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Our precious souls to take.
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Unhappy wicked wretches sure,
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We all of us h[a]ve been,
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In riot and in drunkenness,
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Which is a great sin;
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We struck terror whereer we come,
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And did them sore affright,
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But now alass! our eyes will soon
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Be closed in endless night.
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O Lord forgive us all our sins,
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We thee most humbly pray,
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Incessantly we call upon thee,
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Lord, both night and day.
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Repenting sinners now behold,
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And on them pity take,
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Preserve us from the dreadful gulph,
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When we this world forsake:
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