%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Francis Winter's last Farewel: / OR, THE / White-Fryers Captain's Confession and Lamentation, / Just before his Execution at the Gate of White-Fryers, on the 17th / of this instant May, 1693. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1693 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/17/2008 20803

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2.188 R186753 1 Russel's Farewel Russell's Farewell Russell's Farewell BEhold these sorrows now this day, / you that are standers by, I nothing see but Grief. [with variations; not final stanza] date from title; compare with 5.14 Pepys 2.188 Wing W3079 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 188 Francis Winter's last Farewel: / OR, THE / White-Fryers Captain's Confession and Lamentation, / Just before his Execution at the Gate of White-Fryers, on the 17th / of this instant May, 1693. Francis Winter's last Farewel: OR, THE White-Fryers Captain's Confession and Lamentation, Just before his Execution at the Gate of White-Fryers, on the 17th of this instant May, 1693. Francis Winter's Last Farewell: or, the Whitefriars Captain's Confession and Lamentation, Just before His Execution at the Gate of Whitefriars, on the 17th of this Instant May, 1693. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 173 x 293 holed, uneven inking funerary borders: 32 x 6, 6 x 141, 143 x 6; horizontal rule 1693 Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Angel in Guiltspur-street. J. Deacon Weinstein: title

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BEhold these sorrows now this day, you that are standers by, All former joys are fleed away, now I am brought to die: My heart is fill'd with fear and dread, for here is no relief, Since I a sinful life have led, I nothing see but Grief.
I spent my days with roaring boys, and little thought of death, But where are all those fading joys, now I must loose my breath: Now they are clearly fleed from me, and there is no relief, Alas! alas! I nothing see, but bitter clouds of Grief.
Alas! the follies of my youth comes fresh into my mind; Had I been guided by the truth, then had I left behind A better name then now I shall, alas! here's no relief; I by the hand of justice fall, and nothing see but Grief. Bold Francis Winter is my name, who seem'd to bear the sway, But now, alas! in open shame I do appear this day: My former joys have taken flight, for here is no relief; Grim Death appears this day in sight, which fills my soul with Grief. I must acknowledge this is true, that when in arms we rose, I was the captain of that crew which did the sheriff oppose: 'Tis said a man was slain by me, therefore here's no relief, For I must executed be, and nothing see but Grief. Whether I kill'd the man or no, I cannot justly But since in arms we we seem'd to disobey The city's lawful magistrate; therefore here's no relief. And I must here submit to fate, I nothing see but Grief.
It was against the wholesome laws of this my native land, To rise in arms, and be the cause of that rebellious band, Who broke through law and justice too, of which I was the chief, For which I bid the world adieu; I nothing see but Grief. Let my misfortunes teach the rest obedience to the laws; Let them not magistrates molest, for that has been the cause Of shedding blood, for which I die, I being there the chief; The very minute's drawing night, I nothing see but Grief. I ofrentimes have wish'd, in vain, that I had not been there; Nay, were it to be done again, I shou'd that deed forbear, And not myself with such inthral, tho' then I was the chief; But what is past, I can't recal, I nothing see but Grief. The thousands that are standing by, alas! you little know My inward grief and misery, and what I undergo: O let me have your prayers this day, my sorrows here condole: I now have nothing more to say, but, Lord receive my soul.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Angel in Guiltspur-street.