DEVOL's last Farewel:
Containing an Account of many frolicksom Intriegues and notorious Robberies
which he eommitted: Concluding with his mournful Lamentation, on the Day of his Death
To the Tune of, Upon the Change.
Licens'd according to Order.
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YOu bold undaunted Souls attend
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To me, who did the Laws offend;
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For now I come to let you know
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What prov'd my fatal overthrow,
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And brought my Glory to decay;
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it was my Gang, for whom I hang,
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Well-a-day, well-a-day.
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Unto a Duke I was a Page,
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And succour'd in my tender Age,
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Until the Devil did me intice,
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To leave of Vertue, and follow Vice;
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No sooner was I led astray,
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but Wickedness did me possess,
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Well-a-day, well-a-day.
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If I my Crimes to mind shou'd call,
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And lay them down before you all,
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They would amount to such a Sum,
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That there is few in Christendom,
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So many wanton Pranks did play;
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but now too late, I mourn my fate,
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Well-a-day, well-a-day.
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Upon the Road, I do declare,
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I caus'd some Lords and Ladies fair,
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To quit their Coach, and dance with us;
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This being done, the Case was thus,
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They for their Musick naeds must pay;
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but now at last, those Joaks are past,
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Well-a-day, well-a-day
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Another time, I and my Gang,
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We fell upon a Noble-man;
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In spite of all that he could do,
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We took his Gold and Silver too,
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And with the same we rid away;
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but being took, for death I look,
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Well-a-day, well-a-day.
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When I was mounted on my Steed,
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I thought myself a Man indeed;
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With Pistol cock'd and glittering Sword,
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Stand and deliver, was the word,
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Which makes me now lament and say,
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pity the Fall of great Devol,
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Well-a-day, well-a-day.
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I did belong unto a Crew,
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Of swaggering Blads as ever drew,
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Stout Whitherington and Dowglas both,
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We were all three engag'd by Oath,
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Upon the Road to take our way;
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but now Devol, must yay for all,
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Well-a-day, etc.
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Becaus I was a Frenchman born,
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Some Persons treated me with scorn;
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But being of a daring Souls,
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Although my Deeds was something foul,
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My gaudy Plumes I did display,
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but now my Pride, is laid aside,
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Well-a-day, etc.
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I reign'd with an undaunted mind
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Some years, but now at last I find,
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The Pitcher that so often goes
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Unto the Well, as Proverd shows,
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Comes broken home at last we say;
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for now I see, my Destiny,
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Well-a-day, etc.
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Then being brought to Justice-hall,
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Try'd and condemn'd before them all;
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Where many noble Lords did come,
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And Ladies for to hear my Doom,
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Then Sentence pass'd, without delay,
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The Halter first, and Tybourn last,
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In one Day, in one Day.
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