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NOble Hearts all round the Nation, / That do hear my wretched Fate, Thus you see poor Layer's Fall. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 869 The Sorrowful Lamentation of Counsellor, / Layer's who was Condemned, to die at Lond- / on for High Treason. The Sorrowful Lamentation of Counsellor, Layer’s who was Condemned, to die at Lond- on for High Treason. The Sorrowful Lamentation of Counselor, Layer's who was Condemned, to die at London for High Treason. ?-?

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NOble Hearts all round the Nation, That do hear my wretched Fate, [I]'d have you lay by all Confusion, Do not meddle with the State, Let my Exit be a warning. Now unto you both great and small, My mirth is turn'd to Grief and Mourning, Thus you see poor Layer's Fall. A Counseller I was of late, And oft I did for Justice plead, [I] liv'd both Noble, Rich and great, Till I pursu'd this fatal Deed, Who by a Woman was betray'd And I was apprehended soon, And now I am arraign'd and cast, And thus you see poor Layer's Doom. At Westminster I took my tryal, Which lasted 16 Hours long, While a Multitude to hear it, Then into the Court did throng, While I with Iron Fetters loaded, For my Life did stand to plead, But no Mercy is afforded, I must suffer for the Deed. Christopher Layer, come and answer, For what unto your Charge is laid, For listing Men for the Pretender, As by witness here is said. You have been a most rebellious Traytor, Against our Sovereign Lord the King, Answer to your Accusation, [A]re you guilty of the thing, I boldly for a while did plead, And spoke up in my own Defence, [Th]at yet my Case was made so plain, [G]uilty was I of the Offence,
At four a Clock all in the Morning, I was then cast for my Life, And I at Tyburn must expire, A Grief unto my dearest Wife. And my Children who lies weeping For my most unhappy Fate, I cannot expect no pity, For the Crime that is so great, It is best to be at Quiet, I advise you one and all. Lest like me it proves your Ruin, Thus you see poor Layer's Fall. For sure this is the Hand of Heaven Suffers me this Death to die, For to finish my intention, I could not expect; for why, Because for thus so bold attempting, Many here before did die, But still I could not be at Quiet, By which I have wrought my Destiny, I hope my Fall will be a warning, To all that see my fatal End, My dearest Friends they do me blame, That I the Nation should offend, My tender Wife does lie lamenting, My Children are ready to despair. I hope that this will be a warning, To all that see the fate of Layer. When my Body it is Quarter'd, And my Head expos'd on high, I hope my fleeting Soul will dwell With Christ for evermore on high. Farewel my dearest Wife and Children, To Heaven I you recomend, Weep not for me unhappy Creature, Think not on my fatal End.