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S120157 8 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN the Duke of Norfolke I Am the Duke of Norfolk The Duke of Norfolk the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune VVIth sobbing grief my heart wil break / Asunder in my brest, HEr Boy's now grown to two yeeres old / Did from their mother run, Woe worth the man, &c. Woe worth, &c. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 180 1: 181 A Lanthorne for Landlords. A Lanthorne for Landlords. A Lantern for Landlords. 1602-1602 Iohn Wright

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WIth sobbing grief my heart wil break Asunder in my brest, Before this story of great woe, I truely have exprest: Therefore let all kind-hearted men, And those that tender be, Come beare a part of this my griefe, and joyntly say with me, Woe worth the man, etc. Not long agoe in Lincolne dwelt, As I did understand, A labouring man from thence set forth, to serve in Ireland: And there in Princes warres was slaine, As doth that Country know, But left his widdow great with child as ever she could goe, This woman having gone her time, Her husband being dead, Of two fine pretty Boyes at once was sweetly brought to bed, Whereat her wicked Landlord straight, Did ponder in his minde, How that their wants hee must relieve, and succour for them finde For being borne upon his ground, This was his vile conceit, That he the mother should maintaine, and give the other meat: Which to prevent he hyed fast, unto this widdow poore, And on the day she went to Church, he turnd her out of doore, Her houshold goods he straynd upon, To satisfie the rent, And left her scarce a ragge to weare, so wilfull was he bent.
Her pretty Babes that sweetly slept Upon her tender brest, Were forced by the Misers rage, by nights in streets to rest: Quoth she, my husband in your cause, In warres did lose his life, And will you use thus cruelly his harmelesse wedded wife? O God revenge a widdowes wrong, That all the world may know, How you have forst a Souldiers wife, a begging for to goe. From Lincolne thus this widdow went, But left her curse behind, And begged all the Land about, her maintenance to find: At many places where she came, She knew the whipping post, Constrained still as beggers be, to taste on such like rost. Aut weary of such punishment, Which shee had suffered long, She daily thought within her heart, shee had exceeding wrong: And comming neere to Norwich gates, In griefes shee sate her downe, Desiring God that never shee might come in that same Towne, For I had rather live, quoth shee, Within these pleasant fields, And feed my children with such food, as woods and meddowes yeeld, Before I will of rich men beg, Or crave it at their doore, Whose hearts I know are mercilesse unto the needy poore.
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HEr Boys now grown to two yeeres old Did from their mother run, To gather eares of Barly Corne, as they before had done, But marke what heavy chance befell Unto these pretty Elves; They hapned into Lands of Wheat wherein they lost themselves. Woe worth, etc. And thinking to returne againe, They wandred further still, Farre from their mothers hearing quite, full sore against her will, Who sought them all the fields about, But labouring all in [v]aine, For why, her children both were lost, and could not come againe. The two sweet babes when they perceivd The cole-blacke night drew on, And they not in their mothers sight, for her did make great mone: But wearied with the dayes great heat, They sate them downe and cryed, Untill such time that arme in arme, these two sweet infants dyed. Their mother after three dayes search, Resolved had her mind, That some good honest meaning man did both her children find: And therefore went to seeke her selfe A service out of hand, Who chanced with that man to dwell, which owed this greene wheat land. It fell out so in harvest time, This woefull widdow then, Was at the reaping of the Wheate, with other labouring men, Where finding of her livelesse babes, Almost consumd away, Shee wrung her hands and beat her brest but knew not what to say. The rumor of which woefull chance, Throughout the City told, Enforced many a weeping eye, the same for to behold. From whenre shee was conveyd againe To Lincolne backe with speed, To prosecute the Law against the causer of this deed. But see the judgement of the Lord, How hee in fury great, Did bring this Mizer to distresse, though wealthy was his seat. For when to Lincolne shee was brought, The Caitiffe hee was gone, Of all his cursed family, remaining was but one, For first the house wherein shee dwelt, Did prove unfortunate, Which made the Landlord & his friends, to marvell much thereat.
For tenants foure there dwelt therein A twelve month and a day, Yet none of them could thrive at all. but beggers went away: Whereas this miserable wretch Did turne it to a barne, And fild it full in harvest time, with good red wheat and corne, To keep it safely from the poore, Untill there came a yeere, That famine might oppresse them all, and make all victuals deare, But God forgetting not the wrong, He did the Widdow poore, Sent downe a fire from heaven, consumed all his store: By which this wicked mizer man, Was brought to beggery, And likewise laid a grievous scourge upon his family: His wife shee provd a cursed witch. And burned for the same, His daughtrr now a Strumpet is, at London in defame, At Leister at the Sizes last, Was hanged his eldest sonne, For there consenting wickedly unto a murder done. His second sonne was fled away Unto the enemy, And provd disloyall to his Prince, and to his owne Country. His yongest sonne had like mishap, Or worser in my mind, For hee consented to a bitch, contrary unto kind, For which, the Lord without delay, Raind vengeance on his head, Who like a sinnefull Sodomite defiled Natures bed, For there were two great mastiffe dogs, That met him in a wood, And tore his limbs in pieces small, devouring up his blood: Whereof when as his father heard, Most like a desperate man, Within a Channell drownd himselfe, that downe the street it ran, Where as water could scarce suffice, To drown a silly mouse: And thus the ruine you have heard of him and all his house. The Widdow shee was soone possest Of all the goods he left, In recompence of those sweet babes mischance from her bereft, Therefore let all heard-hearted men, By this example take, That God is just, and will be true, for woefull widdowes sake. Woe worth the man, etc.
London Printed for John Wright. FINIS.