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2 NONE [unknown] T[o the same tune] [unknown] To the Same Tune THose that a story sad will heare. / With due attention bend an eare SOme passengers walking the street, / With this sad accident did meet, From sudden death Lord set us free, / But as God will so things must be. From sudden death Lord set us free / But as God will so things must bee, [with variation] Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 13 [? Robert] Porters / [?] fami- / [?] [?] Robert Porter's [?] fami- [?] 1650-1650 F.G.

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THose that a story sad will heare. With due attention bend an eare Alas the subject is too true, The which I will declare to you. In famous London City faire, Which is the flower of England rare, The sudden accident befell, The which in briefe I mean to tel, From sudden death Lord set us free, But as God will so things must be. The first Friday of this new yeare, This wofull chance did happen there. The fourth day of January, When powder smoak made dim the Skie, Neer to the Tower in Tower-street. Death many wofull soules did greet, And snatcht them suddenly away, They had not space to God to pray, From sudden death, etc, Neer Barken Church the truth to tell, Late did one Mr. Porter dwell. Which Powder, Match, and Bullet sold, But with those things they were to bold: That which he got his living by, Destroyed him and his family His shop, his goods, his house also, Mercilesse Powder up did blow. But by what chance no one doth know But God which doth all wonders show.
Many houses that joyned neer. Were blowed up, and consum'd by fire, The husbands, wives, and family, Tasted of this same Tragedy, The husbands could not helpe their wives Nor mothers save their childrens lives, The Sister could not helpe the brother. One friend could not releive another, From sudden death Lord set us free, But as God will so things must be. It was a wofull sight to see, The Joynts and limbs in peeces flee, Rent by the force of Powder strong, Whole families both old and young, Heads from their bodies parted were, Armes, thighes, and legs the fire did teare, Mangling the corps in such a sort, Which grieves my heart for to report, From sudden death, etc. Babes out of mothers wombes were torn, Before they were by Nature borne, And children sucking at the brest, Tasted of this disastrous feast. Mothers and children in their prime Were blow'd up at that dangerous time Powder being fired, 'tis so strong, It takes away both old and young, From sudden death Lord set us free, But as God will so things must be.
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SOme passengers walking the street, With this sad accident did meet, And some in shops a buying ware In this mischance receiv'd a share Some that in beds full sicke did lye, Were then blown up immediately The sick, the lame, the old also, Received all a deadly blow, From sudden death Lord set us free But as God will so things must bee, The Lyon Tavern, and the Rose, Were likewise partners in their woes And many guests that in them were, Tasted of that most wofull cheer, Some being at supper supt their last, Being blow'd up in that dangerous blast, And some in beds that sleeping lay Near wakt for to behold next day, From sudden death, etc. Now note one wonder of the Lord Which I to you will hear record A childe being in its cradle plast Was blowd up in that dangerous blast But by the helpe of Heavens power, The cradle fell on a Church tower In it the child most sweetly lay, This is a wonder strange and true, To show what our good God can do. Many to quench the fire came, And drawd poor Christians from the same, Which under bricks and rubbish were, And timber which did flame with fire, Being drawn out in that sad wise, With broken armes; and legs, and thighes: Some being halfe dead, some dead outright Which may the hearts of Christians fright. The fire and powder scorcht them so, That they as black as Inke did show. Of many actions I have heard, But none to this may be compar'd, Blacke Fryers fell most suddenly, Where many wofull soules did die On London Bridge a sudden fire Consum[']d much building and much ware. And Bristoll bridge not long agoe Was likewise partner in such woe, But this in Towerstreet with wo No Chronicle the like doth show. There is a Proverbe wise and grave Fire and water no mercy have. Then keep them still at your command, For if they get the upper hand, No mercy in them can be found, Fire will burn, water will drownd: But Lord we humbly thee desire, Send us no more then need require. From sudden death Lord set us free But as God will so things must be.
O Lord with teares we come to thee, Thinking our turns the next may be, Yet Lord we humbly to thee pray Take us not suddenly away, But make our stony hearts relent, And give us space for to repent, That we may be prepared all When thou for us shalt please to call, So to conclude, Lord we desire, Keep us from sudden flames of fire. The houses backward from the street in an Alley called Priests-Alley which was quite blown up were these. The houses of Matthew Neeve James Gizard Nicholas Mabb James Roberts Mary Fillett John Barsto William Higley Mris. Harrison a Ministers widdow Edward Tapp John Lasher. The houses that were scattered and part beaten down, so that the Inhabitants could not keep possession, or dwell in the said houses, but were forced to seek other habitations; were, The houses of, John Norcot John Cox John Sadler Widdow Boole William Stone Robert Garrett Evan Davis John Lewis Arth. Tipper Thomas Pinfold Mr. Higgins Abraham Durance Widdow Pitts Widdow Madox Widdow Foster George Gunnis Hen. Warden Widdow Povill Widdow Brookes Widdow Carter Francis Hunt Rich. Jackson John Courtesse Michael Baskaby Rich. Emry Henry Price. Besides those that were blown up and con- sumed in this sad accident, were blown up many strangers that are not here named.
London Printed for F.G. dwelling on Snow-hill. FINIS.