%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Sir Thomas Armstrong's Farevvel: / Who for High-Treason (conspiring against the Life of the King, and his Royal Brother, and the subversion / of the Government;) was on the 14th. day of Iune, 1684. condemned to be Drawn, Hang'd, and Quarter'd; / and was accordingly executed at Tyburn, on the 20th. of the said Month, in the view of many Spectators. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1681-1681 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/14/2011 30947

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R229033 6 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Digbys Farewel Digby's Farewell Digby's Farewell the same Tune Digby's Farewell The Same Tune FArewel Worldly Pleasures and fading delight, / For now all my days must be turn'd into night, My Crimes are so great and so heinous indeed; / That the thoughts of them now make my soul for to bleed; A poor, and distressed, unfortunate Knight. [with variation] Oh pitty a poor and unfortunate Knight. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 29 Sir Thomas Armstrong's Farevvel: / Who for High-Treason (conspiring against the Life of the King, and his Royal Brother, and the subversion / of the Government;) was on the 14th. day of Iune, 1684. condemned to be Drawn, Hang'd, and Quarter'd; / and was accordingly executed at Tyburn, on the 20th. of the said Month, in the view of many Spectators. 1681-1681 J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, T. Passenger

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FArewel Worldly Pleasures and fading delight, For now all my days must be turnd into night, Now suffer I must, and the race I have run, Has shortned my days, and my thred it is spun: Oh wretch that I was for to Plot or Conspire Against that good Prince, who the world do admire! And now for the same I am in a sad plight, A poor, and distressed, unfortunate Knight. How might I have lived in splendour and fame, That now by true Subjects am greatly to blame: No pitty I find there is falls to my share, My spirits decay, and I fall in despair,: But how could I expect any favour to find, That harbourd such thoughts in my treacherous mind All you that in mercy do fix your delight, Now pitty etc. My days, that long time I in pleasure did spend, In shame and disgrace like a Traytor I end; Though it grieves me to think, yet confess it I must, The Sentence past on me is nothing but just;
For the deeds I have done, & the words I have said, Were I to be punishd by losing my Head, Grim death would the less then my senses affright, That am a distressed etc. But the thoughts of a Rope are most dreadful to me, That must hang for my Crimes at the 3 cornerd tree, And there in the view of a thousand, or more, Receive what I long had deserved before. Oh Justice severe! how swift are thy wings To pursue the Blood-suckers of mercifull Kings; Who in thoughts are oppressed by day and by night, Like me a distressed etc. Though I had got over and crossed the Seas, My mind was afflicted, my soul not at ease, My conscience was filled with horrour and d[r]ead, That Vengeance would follow where ever I fled; And now to my sorrow most certain I find That which so long time hath afflicted my mind, And w[i]ll now put an end to my joy and delight, Tha[t] am a distressed unfortunate Knight.
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My Crimes are so great and so heinous indeed, That the thoughts of them now make my soul for to bleed; & now tis high time for to mourn & lament, That my precious time have so wickedly spent; Oh now let me mourn in showres of tears That I have so wickedly spent all my Years; Now Death is eontinually in my sight; Oh pitty a poor and unfortunate Knight. My greifs and my sorrows what tongue can express? And few there is pitty me in my distress; But all will allow it is nothing but reason That Traytors should dye for their hatching of Trea-son: For I must confess tis by Heaven forbid, And like unto Murder long never lies hid, But one time or other it cometh to light: Oh pitty etc. And bloody designs seldome take their effect; Because theyr unjust, and their course in direct Let others beware by my sorrowful end, That did on the hopes of preferment depend; But now you may see by my Pride and Ambition Ive brought my self into a wofull condition: All you that do come for to see this sad sight, Pray pitty a poor etc. Let reason prevail, and your conscience convince That you ought to obey your most Soveraign Prince, For I do confess at this minute of death, A more merciful Prince never yet did draw breath, Than Brittains great Charles, who Rules in the nation True Subjects delight, and the Worlds admiration: Tho by doing of things too unjust, and not right, I now am etc. And now all my friends I must bid you adieu, The time is but short I can tarry with you. Oh learn to be wise and take warning by me; The fruits of High-Treason are bad you may see; And now tis too late, I in sorrow lament That I like a Traytor my life-time have spent. Let your actions be just, and your dealing upright: Not like this same poor and unfortunate Knight.
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