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S116076 1 Welladay UNKNOWN Welladay SWeet Englands pride is gone, / Which makes her sigh and grone welladay, welladay | mournefully, mournefully | gallantly, gallantly Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 184 A lamentable Ditty composed vpon the Death of Robert Lord Devereux, late Earle of Essex, who was be- / headed in the Tower of London, on Ashwenesday in the morning, 1600. A lamentable Ditty composed upon the Death of Robert Lord Devereux, late Earle of Essex, who was be- headed in the Tower of London, on Ashwenesday in the morning, 1600. A lamentable Ditty composed upon the Death of Robert Lord Devereux, late Earl of Essex, who was be- headed in the Tower of London, on Ash Wednesday in the morning, 1600. 1610-1610 Cuthbert Wright

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SWeet Englands pride is gone, welladay, welladay, Which makes her sigh and grone evermore still: He did her fame advance, in Ireland Spaine, and France, And now by dismall chance, is from us tane. He was a vertuous Peere, welladay, welladay, And was esteemed deare, evermore still: He alwayes helpt the poore. which makes them sigh ful sore His death they doe deplore, in every place. Brave honour gracd him still. gallantly, gallantly, He nere did deed of ill, well it is knowne, But Envy that foule fiend, whose malice nere did end, Hath brought true vertues friend unto his thrall. At Tilt he did surpasse, gallantly, gallantly, All men that is and was evermore still: One day as it was seene, in honour of our Queene, Such deeds hath nere bin seene, as he did doe. Abroad and eke at home, gallantly, gallantly, For valour there was none, like him before. In Ireland, France, and Spaine, they feard great Essex name,
And England lovd the same, in every place. But all would not prevaile, welladay, welladay, His deeds did not availe, more was the pitty: He was condemd to die, for treason certainly, But God that sits on high, kneweth all things. That Sunday in the morne, welladay, welladay, That he to the Citie came, with all his troupe: That first began the strife and causd him lose his life, And others did the like, as well as he, Yet her Princely Majesty, graci[o]usly, graciously, Hath pardon given free, to many of them: She hath releasd them quite, and given them their right, They may pray day and night, God to defend her. Shrovesunday in the night, welladay, welladay, With a heavy hearted sprite. as it is said: The Lieutenant of the Tower, who kept him in his power At ten a Cloke that houre, to him did come. And said unto him thore mournefully, mournefully, My Lord you must prepare, to dye to morrow. Gods will be done quoth he, yet shall you strangely see, God strong in me to be, though I am weake. I pray you pray for me, welladay, welladay, That God may strengthen me, against that houre: Them straightway he did call to the Guard under the wall And did intreat them all for him to pray. For to morrow is the day, welladay, welladay, That I the dept must pay, which I doe owe: It is my life I meane, which I must pay my Queene
Even so hath Justice given, that I must dye. In the morning he was he brought welladay, welladay, Where a Scaffold was set up within the Tower: Many Lords were present then, with other Gentlemen, Which were appointed then, to see him die, You Noble Lords quoth he, welladay, welladay. That must the witnesse be, of this my death: Know I never lovd Papistry, but still did it defie, And Essex thus will dye, here in this place, I have a sinner beene, welladay, welladay, Yet never wrongd my Queene, in all my life: My God I did offend, which grieves me at my end, May all the rest amend, I doe forgive them. To the State I nere ment ill, welladay, welladay, Neither wisht the Commons ill, in all my life: But lovd all with my heart, and alwayes tooke their part, Whereas there was desart, in any place Then mildly did he crave, mournefully, mournefully, He might that favour have, private to pray: He then praid heartily, and with great fervency, To God that sits on hie, for to receive him. And then he praid againe, mournfully, mournfully, God to preserve his Queene from all her foes; And send her long to raigne, true Justice to maintaine, And not to let proud Spaine. once to offend her. His Gowne he slipt off then welladay, welladay, And put off his hat and band, and hung them by: Praying still continually, to God that sits on hie,
That he might patiently, there suffer death. My headsman that must be, then said he chearefully, Let him come here to me, that I may him see, Who kneeled to him then, art thou quoth he the man, Which art appointed now, my life to free. Yes my Lord did he say, welladay, welladay, Forgive me, I you pray, for this your death, I here doe you forgive, and may true Justice live, No foule crime to forgive, within their place. Then he kneeled downe againe, mournfully, mournfully, And was required by some there standing by To forgive his enemies, before death close his eyes, Which he did in hearty wise, thanking them for it. That they would remember him welladay, welladay, That he might forgive all them that had him wrongd, Now my Lords I take my leave sweet Christ my soule receive Now when you will prepare, for I am ready. He laid his head on the bloke welladay, welladay, But his Doublet let the stroak some there did say; What must be done quoth he, shall be done presently, Then his doublet off put he, and lay downe againe. Then his headsman did his par[t] cruelly, cruelly, He was never seene to start, for all the blowes: His soule it is at rest. in heaven amongst the blest Where God send us to rest, when it shall please him.
FINIS. Printed at London for Cuthb[ert] Wright and are to be sold at hi[s] shop in little Saint Barthol- mes close to the Lame- Hospitall.