%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Midwife's / Maid's Lamentation, / In NEWGATE. / Or her continual fear of the Devil tearing her alive out / of the Bed every Night. / To murder poor young Infants is a Crime, / Was hardly ever heard since Herod's time, / Till now by this same Midwife and her Maid, / Who many years young Children have destroy'd. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 0 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 02/19/2008 22241

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5.24 R188575 1 Russels Farewel Russell's Farewell Russell's Farewell GOod people all I pray attend / And give Ear to my Song, Weinstein: date from content (1693) Pepys 5.24 Rollins (1) VII:14-16; Wing M2005[A]. 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. 5: 24 The Midwife's / Maid's Lamentation, / In NEWGATE. / Or her continual fear of the Devil tearing her alive out / of the Bed every Night. / To murder poor young Infants is a Crime, / Was hardly ever heard since Herod's time, / Till now by this same Midwife and her Maid, / Who many years young Children have destroy'd. The Midwife's Maid's Lamentation, In NEWGATE. Or her continual fear of the Devil tearing her alive out of the Bed every Night. To murder poor young Infants is a Crime, Was hardly ever heard since Herod's time. Till now by this same Midwife and her Maid, Who many years young Children have destroy'd The Midwife's Maid's Lamentation, in Newgate. Or Her Continual Fear of the Devil Tearing Her Alive Out of the Bed Every Night. To Murder Poor Young Infants is a Crime, was Hardly Ever Heard Since Herod's Time, Until Now by This Same Midwife and Her Maid, Who Many Years Young Children Have Destroyed 1/2 sheet folio, 232 x 140 cropped top edge, creased, damaged surface, uneven inking funerary borders: 9 x 130, 131 x 8 Printer L. Moore 0 London, Printed and Sold by L. Moore. L. Moore

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 2/19/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Tragedy 02/19/08 Checker Rachel Mann Re-entered metadata, created xml 07/10/07 Checker Pavneet Aulakh Checked transcription, created metadata 07/12/06 Transcriber Liberty Stanavage Original transcription 9/13/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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GOod People all I pray attend And give Ear to my Song, While these Distracted Lines are pen'd Concerning infants young, I was the Midwifes Maid its true, And acted in the deed, Oh what must my poor Soul now do, My very heart doth bleed. I am in Newgate now confin'd For the great Villany, Which my Mistress an I oft-times did Act most Barbarously, To starve small Children was no crime, we constantly did think, We frequent did from time to time Let them want Meat and Drink. But now no comfort's to be found either by Day or Night, For these poor infants underground, doth constant me affright, For when I once do go to sleep My mind's disturb'd the more, My thinks the little Infants peep, and cries for Victuals sore. Which startles me ith dead oth Night, then straight I do awake, And then I'm in so great a fright it makes my heart to ake,
For when to mind I once do call Our wicked Cruelty, Against those little Babes so small, No Soul will pitty me. And for this Fact I now must dye, for starving Children dear, Oh what a wicked Wretch was I the same not to declare, Oh that I had but once made known this deed of Cryelty, But now alass I am undone, No Soul will pity me. Oh let my wretched, wretched day to all a warning be, That they use no such evil ways, To cause their misery, But you that undertake to keep Small Chilldren while they live, Oh do not let them cry and weep, In hunger Victuals give. Now to conclude my dismal doom, I hant one minutes rest, For every Night within my Room, strange fancies do possess, Sometimes the Devil would me haw[l] out of the Bed I think, The Children in my Ears do bawl for Victuals and for Drink.
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