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T19917 4 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Monmonth's Lament Russell's Farewell Monmouth's Lament Russel's Farewel Russell's Farewell Russel's Farewell YOU noble Lords of high Degree, / That fee my dismal Doom; the Laws are most severe. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 786 3: 787 Captain Johnson's Last Farewel to / the World, who was executed at Tyburn, near / London for being concened in stealing an Heirres. Captain Johnson’s Last Farewel to the World, who was executed at Tyburn, near London for being concened in stealing an Heirres. Captain Johnson’s Last Farewell to the World, who was executed at Tyburn, near London for being concerned in stealing an Heiress. Printer JOHN WHITE 1730-1730

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YOU noble Lords of high Degree, That see my dismal Doom; Have some Regard, and pitty me, Who now, alas! am come To die an ignominious Death, As it doth will appear; While I declare, with my last Breath, The Laws are most severe.
In Scotland I was breed and born, Of noble Parents there; Good Education did adorn My Life, I do declare: No Crime did eer my Consciance stain, Till I adventurd here; Thus have I Reason to complain, The Laws are most severe.
In Flanders I the French have facd, And likewise in Ireland Still eagerly persued the Chase, With valiant Heart and Hand: Why was I not in Battle slain; Rather then suffer here, A Death, which Mortals do disdain, The Laws are most severe. I did no Hurt, nor any Wrong, I solemnly protest; But merely for to serve my Friend, I granted his Request; To free his Lady out of Thrall, His Joy and only Dear; And now my Life must pay for all, The Laws are most severe. I coming from my Native Land, In this unhappy Time, Alas! I did not understand The Nature of the Crime; Therefore I soon did condescend, As it does well appear, And find therein I did offend, The Laws are most severe. In the same Lodging where I lay, And livd at Bed and Board, My Landlord did my Life betray, For fifty Pounds reward; Then being into Prison cast, Although with Conscience clear; I was a arraigned at the last, The Laws are most severe.
The Lady will not hear my Moan, While dying Words I sent; Her cruel Heart more hard than Stone, Would not the least relent; But triumphing in my wretched State, As I die often here; I fall here by the Hand of Fate, The Laws are most severe. Will not my good and gracious King, Be merciful to me; Is there not, in his Breast, a Spring, Of princely Clemency? No, not for me, alas! I die, The Hour is drawing near, To the last Minute I shall cry The Laws are most severe. Farewel, dear Countrymen, said he, And this tumultuous Noise; My Soul will soon transported be, To more Celestial Joys, Tho in the Blossom of my Youth, Pale Death I do not fear; For to the last, Ill speak the Truth, The Laws are most severe. Alas! I have not long to live, And therefore now, said he, All that wrongd me, I them forgive, As God shall pardon me: My Landlord and subtle Wife, I do forgive them here; Farewel, this transitory Life, The Laws are most severe.
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