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Manchester Central Library - Blackletter Ballads
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No naturall Mother, but a Monster.
Or, the exact relation of one, who for making away her
owne newborne childe, about Brainford neere London, was hang'd at
Teyborne, on Wednesday the 11. of December, 1633.
To the tune of, Welladay.

LIke to a dying Swan,
pensively, pensively,
(With mourning) I looke wan,
for my life passed;
I am exceeding sad,
For my misdeeds too bad,
O that before I had
better fore-casted.

My Parents me up brought,
carefully, carefully,
Little (God wot) they thought,
that I should ever
Have run so bad a race,
To dye in such a place,
God grant all Maidens grace,
to take example.

Dame Nature shew'd her art,
skilfully, skilfully,
For I in every part,
was made compleatly;
But my unbridled will
Did put me forward still,
From bad to further ill,
as late appeared.

When my minority
passed was, passed was,
And some maturity,
I had attained,
I put to service was,
With honest meanes to passe,
My time which is alasse,
too soone abridged.

My carriage was too wild,
woe is me, woe is me,
And I was got with child,
take heed faire Maidens,
The father on't was fled,
And all my hopes were dead,
This troubled sore my head,
woe worth that folly.

How I my fault might hide,
still I mus'd, still I mus'd,
That I might not be spide,
nor yet suspected,
To this bad thought of mine
The Devill did incline,
To any ill designe,
he lends assistance.

Not long before my date
was expir'd, was expir'd,
To dwell it was my fate,
in a good service,
With people of good note,
All thereabout doe know't,
Where this foule fact I wrought,
to my destruction.

When the full time drew nigh,
woe is me, woe is me,
Of my delivery,
unhappy labour,
Into the yard I ran,
Where sudden pangs began,
There was no woman than,
neere to assist me.

The second part. To the same tune.

WIth little paine or smart,
strange to think, strange to think
I with my child did part,
poore harmelesse Infant,
Being where none me saw,
Quite against natures law,
I hid it in the straw,
where it was smother'd.

Then in againe I went,
speedily, speedily,
Hoping thus to prevent
any suspition,
But God that sits on high,
With his all-seeing eye,
Did see my cruelty,
and wicked cunning.

And did detect the same,
presently, presently,
Unto my open shame,
and vilde discredit,
Forcing me to confesse,
My barbarous wickednesse,
That fouly did transgresse
thus against nature.

My Mistresse to me said,
earnestly, earnestly,
O Besse I am afraid,
thou hast done evill,
Thy Belly that was high,
Is fallen suddenly,
This theugh I did deny,
she further urged.

My conscience did me cast,
[?] and [?]

So out I went in haste,
she followed after,
And presently she saw,
Me run unto the straw,
From whence I soone did draw,
my strangled Infant.

Thus taken in the same,
soone I was, soone I was,
With great disgrace and shame,
carried to Newgate,
And at the Sessions last,
For my offences past,
I was condemnd and cast,
and hangd at Teyborne.

Sweet Maidens all take heed,
heedfully, heedfully,
Adde not unto the deed
of fornication,
Murder which of all things,
The soule and conscience stings,
Which God to light still brings,
though done in private.

Though the first fact be vilde,
yet be sure, yet be sure,
If you be got with childe,
through lawlesse sporting,
Be griev'd for your offence,
And with true penitence,
Strive to make recompence,
for former vices.

Let not the feare of shame,
so prevaile, so prevaile,
As to win you the name
of cruell [?]

All those that God doe feare,
Are frighted when they heare,
That you more cruell are
than Savage creatures.

Observe the female Snake,
carefully, carefully,
What speedy shift she'l make,
to save her young ones,
Being by any spide,
Her mouth she opens wide
That they themselves may hide,
within her belly.

The Tyger though by kind,
truculent, truculent,
As nature doth her binde,
is wondrous tender,
And loving to her young
Whom to secure from wrong,
Herselfe into the throng,
shee boldly thrusteth.

And can a womans heart,
bloodily, bloodily,
So willingly depart
from her owne baby,
You that good women be,
Example take by me,
And strive yourselfe to free,
from shame and slander.


FINIS.
M.P.
London printed for F. Coule[s ?]

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