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1 Welladay Welladay Welladay SWeet Englands pride is done / welladay, welladay, welladay, welladay, Houghton Library Hazlitt EC65 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 111 A Lamentable Ditty made on the Death of Robert, Deverux, Earl of Essex, who was Beheaded in the Tower of London, / on Ash=wednesday, 1603. A Lamentable Ditty made on the Death of Robert Deverux, Earl of Essex, who was Beheaded in the Tower of London, on Ash-wednesday, 1603. A Lamentable Ditty made on the Death of Robert, Deverux, Earl of Essex, who was Beheaded in the Tower of London, on Ash Wednesday, 1603. ?-?

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SWeet Englands pride is gone welladay, welladay, Which makes her sigh & groan evermore still; He did her fame advance, in Ireland, Spain, and France, And by a sad mischance is from us tane, He was a vertuous Peer, welladay, etc. And was esteemed dear, evermore still. He always lov'd the poor, Which makes 'em sigh full sore His death they did deplore in every place. Brave honour grac'd him still, gallantly, gallantly, He ne'er did deed of ill, well it is known, But Envy that foul fiend, Whose malice there doth end, Hath brought vertues friend unto this thrall. At Tilt he did surpass, gallantly, etc. All men that is and was, evermore still. One day as it was seen, in honour of the Queen, Such deeds are seldom been, as he did do, Abroad and eke at home, gallantly, etc. For valour there was none, like him before, But Ireland, France & Spain, That fear'd great Essex name, But England lov'd the same, in every place.
But all would not prevail, welladay, welladay, His deeds did not prevail, more was the pitty, He was condemn'd to die For treason certainly, But God that sits on high, knoweth all things, That Sunday in the morn, welladay, etc. That he to the City came, with all his troops. That first began the strife, and caus'd him lose his life, and others did the like, as well as he. Yet to her Princely Majesty, graciously, graciously, Hath pardon given free to many of them; She hath releast them quite, and given them their right: They did pray day night, God to defend her, Shrove-tuesday in the night, welladay, etc. With a heavy hearted spight, as it is said. The Lieutenant of the tower, Who kept him in his power, At ten a clock that hour, to him did come, And said unto him there, mournfully, etc. My Lord you must prepare, to die tomorrow. God's will be done, quoth he, Yet shall you strangely see, God strong in me to be, though I am weak.
I pray you pray for me, welladay, etc. That God may strengthen me against that hour. Then straightway he did call To the Guard under the wall, and did intreat them all, for him to pray; For tomorrow is the day, welladay, etc. That I a Debt must pay, which I do owe, It is my life I mean, Which I must pay the Queen, Even so hath justice given, that I must die. In the morning was he brought welladay, etc. Where the Scaffold was set up, within the tower, Many lords were present then, With other Gentlemen, which were appointed then, to see him die. You noble lords, quoth he, welladay, etc. That must the witness be of this my dream: Kno I ne'er loved Papistry, But still doth defie, and thus doth Essex die, here in this place. I have a sinner been, welladay, etc. Yet never wrong'd my Queen, in all my life; my God I did offend, which grieves me at my end: May all the rest amend, I do them forgive. To the State I ne'er meant ill welladay, etc. Neither wisht the Commons ill in all my life: But lov'd with all my heart, And always took their part, whereas there were desert, in every place. Then mildly did he pray, mournfully, etc. He might the favour have, private to pray. He then pray'd heartily, and with great fervency, To God that sits on high, for to receive him. And then he pray'd again, mournfully, etc. God to preserve his Queen from all her foes,
and send her long to reign, True justice to maintain, and not to let proud Spain, once to offend her. His Gown he stript off then, welladay, etc. and put off his hat and band, and hung them by, Praying still continually, To God that sits on high, That he might patiently there suffer death. My Headsman that must be, then said he chearfully, Let him come here to me, that I may see him. who kneeled to him then, art thou, quoth he, the man, who art appointed now, my life to free? Yes, my Lord he did say, welladay, etc. Forgive me, I you pray, for this your death: I here do thee forgive, And may true justice live, No foul Crimes to forgive; within this place, Then he kneeled down again, welladay, etc. And was required by some, there standing by, To forgive his Enemies, Before death clos'd his eyes, Which he did in hearty wise, thanking him for it: That they would remember him, welladay, etc. That he would forgive all them that hath him wrong'd. Now I take my leave, Sweet Christ my soul receive, Now when you will prepare, I am ready. He laid his head on the block, welladay, etc. But his doublet let the stroke, some there did say, what must be done, quoth he, Shall be done presently, Then his doublet off put he, and laid down again, The Headsman did his part, cruelly, cruelly, He was not seen to start for all the blows. His soul is now at rest In Heaven among the blest, Where God send us to rest, when it shall please him.