EBBA 36414
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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THe next day after he return'd againe
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Unto the place whereas the corps lay slaine
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And also dig'd the ground up with a spade
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Wherein a Fox before his hole had made.
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And then he hid her body in the ground
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Where almost sixe weekes time it lay unfound
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Then after that he seem'd to pine and mone
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Like one that knew not where his love was gone.
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Till early in the morne one Sabbath day,
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Two seeking of their sheepe did passe that way
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And drawing nigh their dogges found out the place
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Which with their feet scratcht up the ground apace
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Surely sayd one the dogges hath something found
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Therefore let's see why they scratch up the ground
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Which when they came they did perceive some haire
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That by the dogges with scraping was layd bare.
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Perceiving that, they put the mould aside,
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Where presently a womans face they spy'd.
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Which when they see unto the [c]hurch they came
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For to acquaint the people with [the] same.
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The murderer himselfe being prese[nt] there
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When he among'st them did such rumors heare
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His guilty conscience than began to doubt
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That all his former villany would out.
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Now in the afternoone he did not goe
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Unto the Church his minde was troubled so,
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Who being then upon suspition taine
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To be the man that had the woman slaine.
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Yet when he was examin'd: ne're the lesse
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Twas long or they could make him to confesse
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Till such time as the Justice did him tell
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[?] felt by's pulses all things was not well.
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And then indeede he presently begun
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For to confesse that he the same had done
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And told what promises he often made
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To marry her which thus he hath betrayd.
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For which he was to prison sent with speede,
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Till he had answered for this bloody deede
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And being there by Judgement Justly cast
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At Winchester he suffred death at last.
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Whereat his last confession he did say
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How he had thought to've borne her thence away
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But all in vaine for after she was dead
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Her body was more ponderous than lead.
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Then dragging her away with all his powre
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Hoping the Foxes would her corps devoure,
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Therefore within a Foxhole her he layd
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And threw some earth upon her with his spayd.
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But yet the Lord in Justice did forbid
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And suffred not this murder to be hid
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For in his sleepe by night he was opprest
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Till she was found and he the deede confest.
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And then this William Annall call'd by name
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Confest at's death it was to hide their shame
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Having her body many times defil'd
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That she perceiv'd herselfe to be with child.
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Then she Alice Vinson being called so
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With gentile speech oft to him would goe
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Saying deare love I prethee marry me,
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Yes so I will but not as yet quoth he.
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Thus did he put her off from time to time
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Till he had acted this accursed crime
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And thus instead of making her his wife
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He cut her thoate for which he lost his life.
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FINIS.
John [?]
London Printed for F. Grove on Snow [H]ill.
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