The Horrid Murther Committed by Cap-
tain Green and his Crue, on Captain Drum-
mond and his whole Men, under design of
Friendship by cutting off their Heads, and
tying them back to back, and throwing
them into the Sea, and sold their Ship unto
the Indians.
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COme hearken now unto my Song,
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and I will now relate,
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The terriblest Act that ever was known,
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either in Church or State!
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By Captain Green, that murthering Man,
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but and his wicked Crue.
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For if that Man takes no reveange
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from Heaven hel have his Due.
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For murther it will not be hid,
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neither by Sea nor Land:
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For Heaven will it reveange we know,
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even with a heavy hand:
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Therefore repent ye Murtherers,
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of your most Bloody Crime
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Confess your Sins before the Lord,
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and Pardon seek of Him.
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This murther it was first found out,
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by Courting of a Lass,
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By George Hynds one of their Crue;
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which after he denyes;
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And turns his tongue even from the same
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till that he was Condemnd,
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Which he repenteth, now and sayes,
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that Green was not his friend;
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And Lindseed too, one of their Crue;
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declareth now in plain:
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With the Doctor and Bruckly also,
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how many their was Slain
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Madder he canno[t] it deny,
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although his heart is Stout;
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Desi[r]ing Green would not confess,
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that it might not come out.
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He to the Super Cargo spake,
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desiring for to know.
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What came of Captain Drummonds ship;
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and when they went them fro?
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Who telling him it was not long
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since they from them depart,
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But when he Drummonds cloaths did see
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he had a heavy heart.
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The Doctor he declares the same,
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that he was then on Shoar,
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And when he saw Blood on the Deck,
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he did it much abhoar,
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He asking what that Blood did mean? of murdering Captain Green.
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He bade him look to his plaister box,
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that need not trouble him.
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This deed was done for ought we know
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upon the Indian shoar,
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More Barbarous deed was never done,
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even by the Blackamoor;
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To cut Mens throats in barbarous sorts,
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when they did them Invite,
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To drinke a glass of Wine with them,
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Oh! a cruel Treat?
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And tying some Men, back to back,
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and flang them in the Sea:
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Such terrible Act was never done.
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since Christianity:One Christian Brother another Kill,
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being neighbour Nation Men:
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No heathen, Turk, did nere the like;
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nor yet Barbarian:
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Now here I end my dreadfull Song;
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too terrible to relate:
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And wishes Scots Men may take care,
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of cruel Neighbours hate.
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Who Spitefully us treats we see,
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by Murdering Policie.
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Lord keep us from the like, we wish
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Scots Men of each degree.
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