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In vain that hue and cry it was made,
Nine hundred pound this Cripple had got,
But as he striv'd his mind to fulfill,
Which made all men amazed to see,
With fighting the Lord Courtney was out of brea'
And over a river that run there beside,
Then throughout the city was hue and
And as they came riding he beggir
creeps No man suspecting that he had
Anon the Lord Courtney he spi
Amen, quoth Lord Courtney,
rain that hue and cry it was made,
found none of them though the country was laid, his grieved the Cripple night and day, - so unluckily mist of his play. -ed pound this Cripple had got, and he would make it, be said,
nd thieving, so good was his but,
ld give over his trade.
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- LAMENTATION OF JOHN MUSGRAVE,
Who was executed at Kendal, for robbing the King's
Receiver, and taking away from him great store of treasure.”
To lodge it was my chance of late,
At Kendal in the 'sizes week, Where I saw many a gallant state
Was walking up and down the street. Down Plumpton Park as I did pass,
I heard a bird sing in a glen: The chiefest of her
was, Farewell the flower of serving-men.
Sometimes I heard the music sweet,
Which was delightful unto me;
A gallant youth condemned to die.
A gentleman of courage bold,
His like I never saw before; But when as I did him behold,
My grief it grew still more and more.
Of watery eyes there was great store,
For all did weep that did him see, He made the heart of many sore,
And I lamented for company.
To God above (quoth he) I call,
That sent his son to suffer death, For to receive my sinful soul,
As soon as I shall lose my breath.
O God I have deserved death,
For deeds that I have done to thee, Yet never liv'd I like a thief,
Till I met with ill company.
For I may curse the dismal hour,
First time that I did give consent, For to rob the King's Receiver,
And to take away his rent.
You gallants all be warned by me,
Learn cards and dice for to refrain, Fly whores, eschew ill company,
For these three things will breed you pain.
All earthly treasures are but vain,
And worldly wealth is vanity :
Remember all that we must die.