%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / GOLDEN Farmer's / Last FAREWEEL / Who was arraigned and found Guilty of wilfull Murther, and likewise many noto- / rious Robberies; for which he received a due Sentance of Death, and was ac- / cordingly Executed on the 22d. of December, 1690 in Fleetstreet. 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 07/08/2021 37414

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R234369 1 The Rich Merchant=man Rich Merchant Man, The The Rich Merchant Man UNto you all this day, / my Faults I do declare, No Tongue, nor Pen can tell / what Sorrows I conceive; / Your Golden Farmer's last Farewell, / unto the World I leave. British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 70 THE / GOLDEN Farmer's / Last FAREWEEL / Who was arraigned and found Guilty of wilfull Murther, and likewise many noto- / rious Robberies; for which he received a due Sentance of Death, and was ac- / cordingly Executed on the 22d. of December, 1690 in Fleetstreet. THE GOLDEN Farmer's Last FAREWELL Who was arraigned and found Guilty of willful Murder, and likewise many notorious Robberies; for which he received a due Sentence of Death, and was accordingly Executed on the 22nd of December, 1690 in Fleetstreet. ?-? P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back

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UNto you all this day, my Faults I do declare, Alas! I have not long to stay, I must for Death prepare; A most notorious Wretch, I many years have been, For which I now at length must stretch, a just Reward for Sin: No Tongue, nor Pen can tell what Sorrows I conceive; Your Golden Farmer's last Farewell, unto the World I leave A Gang of Robbers then myself did entertain; Notorious hardy Highway-men, who did like Ruffians reign: We'd rob, we'd laugh, and joke, and revel night and day; But now the knot of us is broke, I that leads the way: No Tongue nor Pen can tell what Sorrows I conceive, Your Golden Farmer's last Farewell unto the World I leave. We Houses did beset, and robb'd them night and day, Making all Fish that came to Net, for still we clear'd the way; Five Hundred Pounds and more, in Money, Gold, and Plate, From the right Owner we have bore, but now my wretched State, No Tongue nor Pen can tell, etc. We always gagg'd and bound most of the Family, That we might search untill we found their hidden Treasury; Which if we could not find, a Pistol cock'd streightway, Presented at their Breast, to make them shew us where it lay: No Tongue nor Pen can tell, etc.
I having run my Race, I now at last do see, That in much shame and sad disgrace, my Life will ended be: I took Delight to rob, and rifle rich and poor, But now at last, my Friend Old Mob, I ne'r shall thee more: No Tongue, nor Pen can tell; what Sorrows I conceive; Your Golden Farmer's last Farewell, unto the World I leave. The Bloud which I have spilt, now on my Conscience lies, The heavy dreadfull thought of Guilt my Senses do's surprize; The thoughts of Death I fear, although a just Reward, As knowing that I must appear, before the living Lord, No Tongue nor Pen can tell, etc. I solemnly declare, who am to Justice brought, All kind of wicked Sins that are, I eagerly have wrought; No Villains are more rife, than those which I have bred; And thus a most perfidious Life I in this World have led: No Tongue nor Pen can tell, etc. Long have I liv'd you see, by this unlawful Trade, And at the length am brought to be a just Example made: Good God my Sins forgive, whose Laws I did offend, For here I may no longer live, my Life is at an end: No Tongue nor Pen can tell what Sorrows I conceive; Your Golden Farmer's last Farewell, unto the World I leave.
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