%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The wicked Midwife, the cruell Mother, and the harmelesse Daughter. / OR, / A cruell Murther committed upon a new-borne Childe / by the Midwife, whom the Grandmother of the Childe hyred to kill, but / unknowne to the Mother of the Childe: Now the Mother of this Infant being / falsely accused by her owne Mother, was executed at Lancaster Assize, at Midsum- / mer last. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1640-1640 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/16/2018 36032

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S124242 2 The bleeding Heart [unknown] The Bleeding Heart To the same tune [unknown] To the Same Tune KInd Country=men pray listen now, / And Ile declare that all may know QUoth shee I will give you five pound, / So I may find you just and sound, Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 41 The wicked Midwife, the cruell Mother, and the harmelesse Daughter. / OR, / A cruell Murther committed upon a new-borne Childe / by the Midwife, whom the Grandmother of the Childe hyred to kill, but / unknowne to the Mother of the Childe: Now the Mother of this Infant being / falsely accused by her owne Mother, was executed at Lancaster Assize, at Midsum- / mer last. The wicked Midwife, the cruel Mother, and the harmless Daughter. OR, A cruel Murder committed upon a new-born Child by the Midwife, whom the Grandmother of the Child hired to kill, but unknown to the Mother of the Child: Now the Mother of this Infant being falsely accused by her own Mother, was executed at Lancaster Assize, at Midsummer last. 1640-1640

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KInd Country-men pray listen now, And Ile declare that all may know What chance in Lancashire befell, With teares of woe the same I tell. I well may speake in teares of woe, The like vile deed I near did know, But now in these our latter dayes, Many offend in wicked wayes. Forth from the North comes heavy newes, As all may thinke by this insues: My Pen must write of bloody crimes, Which hath beene acted of late times. There lived a Maiden young and faire, Which many young men loved deare: And him that she esteem'd of best, Did her most wrong of all the rest. He with alluring charmes beguild This Maide, till she was got with childe. Now here begins this Maidens woes, As the insuing verses showes. Now when she found she was defilde, And that he had got her with childe, Then unto him she made her moane, Desiring it might not be knowne. Quoth he, sweet Heart, Ile marry thee [?] as possible it may be, [?] will [?] me [?]
Then to her Mother she did goe, Intreating her it might be so, But she vild woman it denide, And said she should not be his Bride. Daughter, quoth she, you are too young, Therefore I charge you hold your tongue. Seven yeeres longer you shall tarry Before any young man you marry. This answere still her Mother made, Untill she saw her Daughter sade, By perfect tokens she did find, What did torment her Daughters mind. And then she her examined, Who told the truth and near denide, Poore Maid, with sorrow, griefe, and care, Unto her Mother did declare, Desiring that she might be wed, To him that gain'd her maidenhead: But her vild Mother it denide, Quoth she, for thee I will provide. Thou shalt not come to any shame, For there is none shall know the same. You shall securely live with me, 'Till that you safe delivered be. Her time expired that she must be Br[?]e of pain set free: [?]idwife [?]t, [?]
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The second part, To the same tune.</hi></seg>
QUoth shee I will give you five pound, So I may find you just and sound, To keepe my counsell in this case, And not declare't in any wayes. But first Ile have you for to sweare, Ere I to you will it declare, In this thing that I doe intend, That you will prove my secret friend. The Midwife made a solemne vow, That none from her the same should know, If you'l pay me well for my hire, Ile doe anything you require. Why then quoth she, the cause is this, My Daughter now in labour is, And I do crave your helpe and skill. My Daughter save, but her Child kill. Quoth the Midwife, I will doe so, Then homewards they made haste to goe, Where they found her in extreme woes. Instead of friends, they prove her foes. Now being come to this poore soule, Who durst not them for to controule: Yet thus her Mother still she pray'd For to have some more Womens ayde. But she would not thereto consent, Because of her devillish intent. They her delivered of a boy, The which the Midwife bore away. And as her Mother had decreed, The Midwife wrought this horrid deed, For she the pretty Babe did kill, And buried it in a Dunghill. They told the Mother of the Childe, That [s]he with it should not be toylde: And [?]rther for to shun all blame, [?]
Mother, quoth she, pray have a care Of this my onely Child so deare. Daughter quoth she, be reconcil'd, For Ile be carefull of your Child. The Midwife now for money comes, Expecting to have the whole summes: But she that should have paid the same, Said, for her hire, she should have blame. Quoth she, how could you have the heart, To act so vile a bloody part: Ile give you nothing for your hire, Those speeches set her heart on fire. Away she went thence presently, Whereas the murdered Child did lie, She takes it up and brings it home, And laid it in a darksome roome. Then she to the old woman said, Looke in that roome the Child is laid: It will a witnesse be I doubt Against yourselfe when it comes out. Now hearing of her to say so, Into the roome she straite did goe, The Child from thence she did convay, Under the bed where her Daughter lay. And then her neighbours she call'd in, As though she had not guilty beene: Quoth she, my Daughter is most vild, For she hath murthered her Child. Her Daughter being thus betraid, Desired Heavens to be her ayd, She scarcely did the same deny, But she lamented bitterly. To prison she conveyed was, From thence unto the Judgement place, Where sentence was that she must die, [And] then th[es]e words she did re[?]
She said that she was not [?] Yet she was willing for to [?] Because her Mother with[?] In such a horrid wicked [?] When she came to the pla[?] Where cruell pangs must [?] Unto her Mother she did [?] Craving her blessing the[?] Quoth she, I here die in [?] At which word many did [?] The world I freely do [?] Thus did she die, thus [?] Her Mother seeing of h[?] Began for to lan[?] Now she no longe[?] For all the truth sha[?] She told how all [?] And how the Midw[?] But money was [?] That brought them[?] Quoth she my Daught[?] But my money I [?] For love of that I [?] Which now brings [?] Her Mother now in[?] And there must lie [?] But then she may e[?] 'Tis pitty that she e[?] The Midwife fearin[?] Because she kill'd th[?] Into a Well herself [?] Where she lay lo[?] Too many such [?] Before vild [?] And the[?] As [?]