%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The three VVorthy Butchers of the North. / I weep, I wail, and travel much in pain; / Now all my youthful days are spent, they'l never come again: / Once I was a Man, but now alas am none, / For all my Companions are from me fled, and gone, Burges, Paul University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/18/2016 34704

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R227389 DId you never hear of worthy Butchers three? / And how they spent their days in mirth and jollity? Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 257 The three VVorthy Butchers of the North. / I weep, I wail, and travel much in pain; / Now all my youthful days are spent, they'l never come again: / Once I was a Man, but now alas am none, / For all my Companions are from me fled, and gone, The three Worthy Butchers of the North. I weep, I wail, and travel much in pain; Now all my youthful days are spent, they’l never come again: Once I was a Man, but now alas am none, For all my Companions are from me fled, and gone, The three Worthy Butchers of the North. I weep, I wail, and travel much in pain; Now all my youthful days are spent, they'll never come again: Once I was a Man, but now alas am none, For all my Companions are from me fled, and gone, Burges, Paul ?-? P. Brooksby

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Did you never hear of worthy Butchers three? and how they spent their days in mirth and jollity? There was Kitson, Wilson, and Johnson, mark me what I say, They took three hundred pounds worth of Goods upon a day. When as the day of payment began for to drain near, Their money to their Creditors intended for to bear; And riding throw Blankly-Lane as fast as they could trig, Be merry my hearts, said Johnson, let us sing up a jigg. With a hey down, down, with a down, derry dee, God bless all true men out of theives Company; Riding then up Blankly-Lane as fast they could hie, Be merry my hearts said Johnson, I hear a woman cry, O help, help, help, O help or else I dye, O help me some good Christians, for my torments they draw nigh O hark, O hark, said Johnson, I hear a woman cry, Sure I came of a woman, and shall I see her dye? Don't ride on neighbour Johnson, now Kitson he did say, For that is some lewd woman, will cast us all away: If you had but rid on this way as oft as we have done, You would hove heard this cry before, and now let us be gon
Then Johnson whipt into the wood with all might and main, Whereas he found the woman with Coros fast ty'd in twain With Coros fast ty'd in twain, and hand and cot was bound And sound her there stark naked with, her hair pin'd to the gound. Alas, said Johnson, what man has us'd thee so? He came not of a woman, that would work a womans woe: Hast thou no lewd Company? now Johnson he did say, For here we are come to save thy life, thou mayst cast us all away. No I have no lewd Company, the woman she did say, Three Ruffians came riding by, and robd me by the way: They took my Clooths from me, and hand and foot me bound And left me here in woful sort, with my hair pin'd in the ground. So Johnson he whipt out his sword with all his might & main And presently the womans Cords, Johnson he cut in twain: A shirt out of his Cloak-bag presently plucked he, And put it on the woman to cover her secresie. I have neither wife nor Children, Johnson he did say, And thou shalt be Lady of all till death take life away: Johnson being a loving man, and bore a careful mind, He put his cloak about her to keep her from the wind. Straight upon Horse-back presently went he, And they rid all out of the wood, and rid on gallantly: Riding then up Blankly-Lane as fast as they could trig, Be merry my hearts said Johnson, let us sing up a Jigg. With a hey down down, with a hey down derry dee, What if here were ten thieves so we are true men three; Riding then up Blankly-Lane as fast as they could hye, Be merry my hearts, said Johnson, the Lands end draweth nigh The woman hearing him say so, presently by and by, She put her finger to her ear, and gave a squeaking cry, Ten thieves then with weapons drawn in hand, They stept before Johnson, and quickly bid him stand: What is to so? said Johnson, since 'twill no better be, I vow that some of you shall before I killed be: Stand fast, fight men, see that you be not idle, For I vow his hand shall off that lays hold on my Bridle. Alas, said Kitson, to fight no heart have I, No more have I said Wilson, in faith i'de raither dye: Here is three hundred pounds that we are bound to pay, And you shall have it all, and let's scape with life away.
What is it so, said Johnson, Fight men, and be free, and stand but at my back, keep the back blows from me: Stand fast, fight men, fight men and be free, And by the help of God we shall win the victory. Five of these theives and the woman they did go, To Kitson and to Wilson and bound them fast in woe: As these ten theives playd before him and playd upon the ground For Johnson had five pistols with Bullets charged sound. With Bullets charged sound, presently he let flye, Till five of these Thieves upon the ground Did lye: Put up, said the other five, put up without delay, For if that he gets charged, he will kill us all this day. Fight on, said the Woman, fight on I say to ye, For if you five dont kill him, I vow your Priest to be: So Iohnosn he whipt out his sword will all his might and main, And play'd about him gallantly till three more of them were slain Put up, said the other two, put up without delay, For if that he continue fight he'l kill us all this day: Fight on, said the woman, fight on I say to ye; For if you two dont kill him, I vow your Priest to be. As these two Thieves play'd before him, alas he did not mind. For presantly the woman knockt him down behind: Dh wretched woman, wickedly has thou done, Thou hast kill'd the bravest Buthcher that ever England won For had by my fellows, had they prov'd true to me; They were cowards, said the woman as as cowards they shall dyy Two of these theives and the Woman they did go to Kitson and to Wilson where they lay bound in woe: A Club in her hand, as she got all the gains, Went to Kitson and to Wilson and dasht out both their brains. Now this murder was discovered, list and you shall hear, It was by a silly Shepherd, hid in the hedge for fear, A Gentleman and his man as they came riding by, Seeing this woful murder straight seat forth hue and cry, Ay, but do what e're they could, taken they could not be, For they got Ship at Tarmouh, and so went over Sea, This is the trick of Thieves when they have murder done, When they have committed Roguery, full fast away they run. God bless our royal King and Queen, and send them long to reign, In health, wealth, and prosperity, true justice to maintain, God bless all true men that travel by Land or Sea, And keep all true men out of Thieves Company,.
FINIS. Paul Eurges, Printed for D Breckshy in West-Smithfield.