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S107475 1 Daintie come thou to me UNKNOWN Dainty Come Thou To Me I Am a Prosoner poore / Opprest with miserie: Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 367 The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith, a poore penitent / prisoner in the Iayle of Bedford, which he wrote a / short time before his death. The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith, a poore penitent prisoner in the Jayle of Bedford, which he wrote a short time before his death. The woeful lamentation of Edward Smith, a poor penitent prisoner in the Jail of Bedford, which he wrote a short time before his death. Printer the Assignes of Thomas Symcock. 1619-1619

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I Am a Prisoner poore Opprest with miserie:O Lord do thou restore, that faith which wants in me. In woe I waile and weep, In griping grief I cry, In dungeon darke and deep, In fetters fast I lie Sighing I sit and moane My foule offences all, My loathsome life is knowne, which makes me live in thrall Ned [S]mith I am, the wight In prison that remaines, Tormented day and night, with bands and iron chaines. My joyes are turnd to nought, My hopes are worne away, My wickednesse hath wrought my downe-fall and decay. Those gifts that God gave me, My wants for to supply, Abused much I have. to please my fantasie. My name I did deny, In Baptisme given me, That Sacrament whereby regenerate I should be. No wit nor strength may serve The Law to satisfie:For death I do deserve, in right and equity. For I offended have Nobles of hie degree, What favour can I crave for life or liberty. But hope of life is past, My acts so hainous be. And liberty is lost, till death doe set me free. All men both old and young Which are at liberty, And heare my dolefull song. example take by me. Be true and trust in God, Fly theft and vice eschew, Lest Gods most heavie rod, correct your deeds untrue. Would I had nere bin borne To do such wicked deeds, Which makes me live in scorne and shame that sore exceeds. But that which passed is, I cannot now recall: My sinnes and my amisse, O Lord forgive them all. Woe worth ill company, Fie on that filthy crue:Accurst the day may be that ever I them knew.
If life and death were set Before me for to chose, Though I might pardon get, my life first would I lose, Then runne that wicked race, And doe as I have done, Sweet Jesus give me grace, that life so lewd to shun. Farewell my loving wife Who sought to turn my minde, And make me mend my life, thy words full true I finde. Farewell my children all, My tender Babes adue:Let this your Fathers fall, be warning good for you. Deare wife and infants three, Serve God remember this, That you true subjects be, though I have done amisse. Farewell my musick sweet, And Cittorn silver sound, Mourning for me is meet my sinnes do so abound. O Lord on bended knees And hands lift up on hie, Cast on me gracious eies with grace my wants supply Lay not unto my charge, The thinges that I have done, Though I have runne at large. and plaid the unthrift sonne. Yet now I do repent, And humbly come to thee My sinnes I do lament, sweet Jesus comfort me. O Lord I do Lament, And onely joy in thee, To praise thee day and night, for thou redeemedst me. Lord save our royall King Whose prisoner poore am I, Prolong his daies on earth, with fame and victory. Against his Majestie, I have offended sore, Committing Felony, and now I die therefore. A dolefull death God knowes, Which once I did defie:Thus must I end my woes which I take patiently, By thee O Saviour sweet, In heaven I hope to rest, In joy where I shal meet, those soules whom thou hast blest Where we shall sing thy praise, O God, with voyce high, When I shall end my dayes, and live eternally.
FINIS. Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcock.