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1 Flying Fame. Chevy Chase Flying Fame. SOre sick, dear Friends, long time I was, / and weakly laid in Bed, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1086 The DEAD MAN's SONG. / Whose Dwelling war near BASING-HALL, in the City of LONDON. The DEAD MAN's SONG. Whose Dwelling war near BASING-HALL, in the City of LONDON. ?-?

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SOre sick, dear Friends, long time I was, and weakly laid in Bed, And for five hours in all Mens sight, at length I lay as dead: The Bell rung out, my Friends came in, and I Key-cold was found, Then was my Cacass brought from Bed, and laid upon the Ground. My loving Wife did weep full sore, my Children loud did cry, My Friends did mourn, yet this they said, All Flesh is born to dye. My Winding-Sheet prepared was, my Grave was also made, And for five hours in all Mens sight, in this samt Case I laid. In which time my Soul did see such strange and fearful Sights, That for to hear the same disclos'd, would banish all Delights: Yet since the Lord restor'd my Life, which from my Body fled, I will declare the Sights I saw the Time that I was dead. Methoughts upon a lovely Green, where pleasant Flowers sprung, I took my Way, whereas I thought the Muses sweetly sung: The Grass was sweet, the Trees were fair, and lovely to behold, And full of Fruit was every Twig, which shin'd like glistering Gold. My chearful Heart desired much to taste the Fruit so fair; But as I reach'd, a tall young Man to me did nigh repair: Touch not (said he) none of thine, but wonder and walk with me, And see thou mark each several thing which I shall shew to thee.
I wonder'd greatly at his Words, yet went with him away, on a gallant goodly Bank with him he bid me stay: With Branches then of Lillies white, mine Eyes there wiped he; When this was done, he bid me look what I far off could see. I looked up, and lo! at last I did a City see; So fair a Thing did never Man behold with mortal Eye. Of Diamonds, Pearls. and precious Stones, It seems the Walls were made; The Houses all with beaten Gold were til'd and overlaid. Far brighter than the Morning Sun the Light thereof did show, And every Creature in the same like crowned Kings did go. The Fields about the City fair, were all with Roses set, Gilliflowers and Carnations fair, whom Canker could not fret. And from the Fields there did proceed a sweet and pleasant Smell, That ever living Creature felt, the Scent did so excel: Besides such sweet and pleasant Mirth did from the City sound, That I therewith was ravished, my Joy did so abound. With Musick, Mirth and Melody, Princes did there embrace: But in my Heart I long'd to be within that Blessed Place. The more I gaz'd the more I might, the Sight pleas'd me so well; For what I saw in everything, my Tongue no way can tell.
Then of the Man I did demand what Place the same might be, Whereas so many Kings did dwell in Joy and Melody? Quoth he, That blessed Place is HEAVEN, where yet thou can'st not rest, And those that do like Princes go, are those whom God hath blest. Then did he turn me round about, and on the other side, He bid me view and mark as much, what Things were to be spy'd: With that I saw a Cole-black Den, all tann'd with Soot and Smoak, Where stinking Brimstone burning was, which made me like to choak. An ugly Creature there I saw, whose Face with Knives was slash'd, And in a cauldron of poison Filth his ugly Corps was wash'd: About his Neck were sundry Ruffs that flam'd on every side: I ask'd, and then the Young-man said that he was damn'd for Pride. Another Sort there did I see, whose Bowels Vipers tore; And grievously with gaping Mouths they did both Yell and Roar. A spotted Person by each one, stood gnawing on their Hearts, And this was Conscience, I was told, which plagu'd the[i]r inward Parts. They were no sooner out of sight, but strait came in their Place A Sort still throwing burning Fire, which fell against their Face: And Ladles full of melted Gold were poured down their Throats; And these were set, it seem'd to me, ith midst of burning Boats.
The foremost of the Company was JUDAS I was told, Who had for filthy Lucre sake his Lord and Master sold: For Covetousness he was condemn'd, so it was told to me; And there methoughts another Rout of Hell-hounds I did see. Their Faces seemed fat in Sight, yet all their Bones were bare, And Dishes full of crawling Toads were made their finest Fare: From Arms, from Hands, from Thighs and feet with red-hot Pinchers then The Flesh was pluck'd even from the Bone of these vile gluttonous Men. On cole-black Beds another sort in grievous sort did lye, And underneath them burning Brands, their Flesh to scorch and fry: With Brimstone fierce their pillows eke whereon their Heads were laid, And Fiends with glowing Whips of fire their letcherous Flesh off flay'd. Then did I see another come, stabb'd in with Daggers thick, And filthy Fiends with fiery Darts their Hearts did wound and prick. And mighty Bowls of corrupt Blood was brought for them to drink; And these Men were for Murder plagu'd, from which they could not shrink.
I saw, when they were gone away, the Swearer and the Lyar, And they were hung up by the Tongues over a flaming Fire. From Eyes, from Ears, from navel and nose, and from the Lower Parts, The Blood methought did gushing run, and clogged like Men's Hearts. I asked why that Punishment was now on Swearers laid? Because (quoth he) wounds heart and blood, were all the Oaths they made. And therewithal from ugly Hell, such grievous Cries I heard, As though some greater Grief and Care had vex'd them afterward. So that my Soul was sore afraid, such Terror on me fell: Away then went this Young-man quite, and bid me not farewell: Wherefore unto my Body strait my Spirit return'd again, And lively Blood did afterwards stretch forth in every Vein. My closed Eyes I opened, and raised from my Swoon. I wonder'd much to see myself so laid upon the Ground: Which when my Neighbours did behold, great Fear upon them fell: To whom soon after I did tell the News from Heaven and Hell.
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