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1 NONE [unknown] FOr in a wet tempesteous day / I to a Justice was borne away, 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: 52 [FOr in a wet tempesteous day] [For in a wet tempestuous day] Crouch, Humphrey 1647-1647 W. Gilbertson

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FOr in a wet tempesteous day I to a Justice was borne away, Where after woe some time had spent I unto Prison then was sent, Size and Sessions then drew neare, I was possest with little feare, Because I knew my Conscience cleare From murdering of my Infant deare, The Judge not hearing of my case, Did put another man in place, Who did condemne me for to die, No boote for me to aske him why: They hanged me for halfe an houre, But God did show his Love and Power, They struck me on the brest amaine, Thinking to put me out of paine. They pul'd me by the Legs also, Much torture I did undergoe, A Souldier with his Musquet too Did give me many a heavie blow; And all to put me out of paine, But God restored me againe, The like was never known before, Blest be his name for evermore. They made no doubt but I was dead, And that I now was surely sped, They cut me down as I may say, And then they carried me away, And laid my Corps they thought to rest Within a Barber-Chirurgions Chest, They had me for an Anotomie. Thinking to gaine some skill thereby. In Master Clarks house me they laid An Apothecary is by Trade, Whereas Physitians met each day, To use their Art when there they stay: When as my bodie they did see, They found there was some life in me, And then a man in Charitie Did stamp on me to make me die.
Upon my belly and my brest, As I lay in the Chirurgions Chest, But when they saw I was not dead, They laid me then in a warme Bed, And sought by opening of a vaine, For to recover me againe, And put a Woman in Bed to me To save my life if it might be. Lord meke me thankful evermore That did my life from death restore, And give me grace to mend that life, And keepe me still from blood and strife; Forgive all them that doom'd me dead, That better steps themselves may tread. That sounder judgements they may have, Send none unjustly to their Grave. One under God did stand my friend, Though others sought to worke my end, One Doctor Petty cal'd by name, A man of good Repute and Fame; With other Doctors many a one, Which in my Prayers I'le think upon, That God would still preserve their breath, That kept me from untimely death. In God my Lord was all my hope, Who sav'd me from the strangling Rope, And those men help me I may say, When then in piteous case I lay: In fourteen houres those Gentlemen Did bring me to myselfe agen, Then I began to pray devout, And talke and walkt the Roome about. Let Juries likewise have a care How they proceede, after they sweare, Let high and low, let great and small Still doe true justice unto all: For why, the Lord that rules the skyes, 'Tis he alone that's just and wise; And will defend the Innocent, And bring the unjust to punishment.
Humphrey Crouch. Printed for W. Gilbertson, in Gilt-spur-street.