Song, on the Confession and Dying
Words of William Stevenson, Merchant, late of North-Allerton, in the County of York,
aged 27 Years, who was executed at Durham on Saturday the 26th of August, 1727, for
the barbarous Murder of Mary Fawden, near Hartlepool in the Bishoprick of Durham; taken
from his own Mouth the Night before his Execution, by a Person that went to visit him while
in Goal.
To the Tune of, Since Caelias my Foe.
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GOOD Lord! Im undone, thy Face I would shun,
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Ive angerd my God, and displeased his Son:
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I dare not come nigh thy great Majesty,
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Oh! where shall I hide my poor Soul when I die.
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Thy Vengence I dread on my guilty Head,
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All Hopes of thy Mercy from me now are fled;
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My poor sinful Soul is filthy and foul,
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And Terror and Horror in my Conscience roll.
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The Shame of my Race, and Mankinds disgrace,
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My Actions all over were wicked and base;
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No Devil in Hell that from Glory fell,
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Can now with my Blood-guilty Soul parallel.
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Her Affections I drew, how could I embrue
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My Hands in her Blood! Oh! my God, I do rue
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The curst hellish Deed, I made her to bleed,
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That never did wrong me in thought, word, or deed.
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I usd my whole art, till I stole her Heart,
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And swore to befriend her, and still take her Part,
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Thus being beguild, she soon provd with Child,
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Which made her weep sorely, but I only smild.
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With sighs and with groans with tears and with moans
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She utterd such Plaints a would soften flint Stone;
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Oh! where shall I hide my Shame oft she cryd,
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Dear Sir, take some pity, and for me provide.
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