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T33700 COME all ye people far and near, / Of high and low degree; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 390 3: 391 An Excellent Ballad of the / Lord MOHUN and Duke HAMILTON. / With an Exact Account of their Melancholy Deaths. An Excellent Ballad of the Lord MOHUN and Duke HAMILTON. With an Exact Account of their Melancholy Deaths. An Excellent Ballad of the Lord MOHUN and Duke HAMILTON. With an Exact Account of their Melancholy Deaths. 1763-1763

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COME all ye people far and near, Of high and low degree; Sad tidings I have brought you here, And therefore mourn with me. It was a sad unhappy chance, It was, I need must say; Two Nobles great, in passion bent, Cast both their lives away. The one Duke Hamilton by name, The other brave Lord Mohun, Renowned men of birth and fame, But O they perishd soon. Great men have got great daring souls, And vicious hearts likewise; For from the glass and swimming bowls, Great quarrels do arise. Which often end with blood and death, Neer to return again:
Life is but one short blast of breath, Heres two great Nobles slain. If men of honour did but know, That death would part their fray And lay theia lofty heads full low, Till the great Judgment day. They would their passions bridle sure, And not admit such strife; But each one thinks himself secure, Till hes bereavd of liife. It was a sad and sudden fall, From grandeur unto death; That these two Nobles here did fall, And lost their mortal breath. It was a sad and sudden fate, That did the Queen surprize; She has lost two brave subjects great, And they have lost their lives.
Which might have servd the government, In many weighty things; Which made them all with tears lament, That wrath such ruin brings. Alas! alas! I little thought Upon the other day, That blooming honour should be brought So soon to beds of clay. Instead of trumpets loud alarms, In courtly form likewise; In deaths cold joys, and frozen arms, This man of honour lies. Great men will not submissive take A quarrel from a friend, But strait they will a challenge make, And mortally attend. For satisfaction all in vain, They prize no less than life.
And these two Nobles who were slain, Invade a mortal strife. Lord Mohun wounded Duke Hamilton, And would have then give oer: The Duke replyd he had not done, And passd at him once more. The sword quite thro his body past, Immediately he fell; And in Hyde Park he breathd his last, And bid the world farewell. The Duke was carryd off, and dyd Within a little while: All former feuds were laid aside, And death did end the broil. It was a great and sad surprise, When to his Lady he was brought, All bathd in blood; aloud she cries, Who has this fatal mischief wrought? What bloody hand has done this deed? Speak, if you can, my noble Lord; Against his life I will proceed, He shall not miss of his reward. It was Lord Mohun, Lady, he cryd, That first gave me this fatal wound; Yet with my sword Im satisfyd, I left him breathless on the ground. It was a rash attempt, I own, But who can help whats done and past? Then with a sigh and dying groan, He in her presence breathd his last. My little son of blooming youth, Thy father being dead and slain; I bathe his corpse with weeping tears, Altho I know them shed in vain. Dear son, now for thy fathers sake, If thou livest to maturity, Such a rash challenge never make, But in sweet friendship live and die. Thou seest my eye-lids overflown, Thy fathers death afflicts me still, Unto my private room alone Ill go, and weeping take my fill.
Printed and Sold in Aldermary Church- Yard, Bow-Lane, London.