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R217611 1 Essex's last Good=Night Essex' Last Good-night Essex's last Good Night ALl you that cry, O hone, O hone, / come now and sing, O hone with me, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 48 A Lamentable BALLAD on the Earl of ESSEX's Death. A Lamentable BALLAD on the Earl of ESSEX's Death. ?-? A.M. W. O and T. Thackeray

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ALl you that cry, O hone, O hone, come now and sing, O hone with me, For why our Jewel is from us gone, the valiant Knight of Chivalry: Of rich and poor belov'd was he, in time an honourable Knight, When by our Laws condemn'd to dye, he lately took his last good night. Count him not like to Champion, those traitorous Men of Babington, Nor like the Earl of Westmorland, by whom a number were undone: He never yet hurt Mother's Son; his quarrel still maintains the right, Which makes the tears my face down run, when I think on his last good night. The Portugals can witness be, his Dagger at Lisbon Gate he flung, And like a Knight of Chivalry, his Chain upon the Gate he hung; I would to God, that he would come, to fetch them back in order right, Which thing was by his honour done, yet lately took his last good night. The Frenchmen they can testifie, the Town of Gourney he took in, And marcht to Rome immediately, not caring for his foes a pin: With Bullets then he pierc'd their skin, and made them fly from his sight: He there that time did credit win, and now hath tane his last good night. And stately Cales can witness be, then by his Proclamation right, He did command them all straightly, to have a care of Infants lives, And that none should hurt Man or Wife, which was against their right; Therefore they pray'd for his long life, which lately took his last good night.
Would God he ne'r had Ireland known, nor set one foot on Flanders ground, Then might we well injoy'd our own, where now our Jewel will not be found, Which makes our foes still abound; trickling with salt tears in our sight, To hear his Name in our ears to sound, Lord Deverux took his last good night. Ash-wednesday, that dismal day, when he came forth his Chamber-door, Upon a Scaffold there he saw, his Headsman standing him before: His Nobles all they did deplore, shedding salt tears in his sight, He said farewel to rich and poor, at his good-morrow and good-night. My Lords, said he, you stand but by, to see performance of the Law, It is I that have deserv'd to dye, and yield myself unto the blow; I have deserv'd to dye, I know, but ne'r against my Country's right, Nor to my Queen was ever foe, upon my death, at my good-night. Farewel, Elizabeth, my gracious Queen, God bless thee with thy Council all; Farewel my Knights of Chivalry; farewel my Soldiers stout and tall; Farewel the Commons great and small; into the hands of Men I light, My life shall make amends for all, for Essex bids the World good-night. Farewel dear Wife and Children three, farewel my kind and tender Son; Comfort yourselves, mourn not for me, although your fall be now begun, My time is come, my glass is run, comfort yourself in former light, Seeing by my fall you are undone, your Father bids the World good-night. Derick, thou know'st at Cales I sav'd thy life, lost for a Rape there done, As thou thyself can'st testifie, thine own hand three and twenty hung, But now thou seest myself is come, by chance into thy hands I light, Strike out thy blow, that I may know, thou Essex lov'd at his good night. When England counted me a Papist, the work of Papists I defie, I ne'r worshipt Saint nor Angel in Hea-ven, nor the Virgin Mary, I; But to Christ, which for my sins did die, trickling with salt tears in his sight, Spreading my arms to God on high, Lord Jesus receive my Soul this night
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