The Just Reward of Perjury.
OR, The Mournful Lamentation of Thomas Saxton, who was Convicted of wilful
perjury at the Kings-Bench-Bar, at Westminster, and accordingly received just Sentence
due to his Crimes, which was to stand thrice in the pillory, to be Whipt from Ludgate to
Westminster, and on Fryday being the 19th. of this Instant, to be Whiped from New-
gate to Tyburn.
To the Tune of, Russels Farewell.
This may be printed, R.P.
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TO all that come from far and near,
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I do declare this day,
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I Swore against a Noble Peer,
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to take his Life away:
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Which did my very Conscience stain,
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and JUSTICE now I see,
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By Law this punishment ordain'd
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for my false Perjury.
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I am a Tanner by my trade,
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it cannot be deny'd,
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But for the Villany I play'd,
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Jack Ketch has tann'd my Hide;
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My hanious crime was made appear
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there's few would pitty me,
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And said it can't be too severe;
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for my false Perjury.
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But first, I in the PILLORY
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promoted was, and then
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With Rotten Eggs they pelted me,
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there was not one in ten
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But said it was my due desert,
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this was my destiny,
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Not one there was to take my part,
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in this my Perjury.
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My Partner Oates will laugh to hear
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no question to be made,
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That I with him must bear a share,
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for taking up his Trade:
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I am confin'd in Prison strong,
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deny'd of Liberty
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I never flourisht half so long
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as he for Perjury.
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The new Canarees I did dance,
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after a Cart and Horse,
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And many hundreds see me prance
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along to Charing-Cross;
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Both Horse & Man, & Footmen too
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all these did wait on me,
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It was the least that they could do,
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for this my Perjury.
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Methoughts I often heard them prate
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as passing through the croud,
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Saying see how he walks in state,
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his Worship is grown proud:
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For here behold his running train,
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thus none will pitty me,
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But scornfully they me disdain,
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for this my Perjury.
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But yet I did not care a Figg,
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for all the scoffing crue,
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But I must dance the other Jigg,
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along to TYBURN too;
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This fills my very heart with grief,
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no friend I have I see,
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Nor can expect the least relief,
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it is for perjury.
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In Prison walls I now must pine,
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like a most wretched man,
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Five hundred mark it is my Fine,
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but get it where I can;
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Thus like a false forsworn knave
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the world may Hiss at me,
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Because I did myself inslave,
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by hateful perjury.
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For better I had ne'r been born,
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then to have run this race,
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My life alas is made furlorn,
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besides this foul disgrace:
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I am a sad example here,
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then warning take by me,
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And see you keep your conscience clear
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from guilt of perjury.
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