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A lamentable ballad on the Earl of Essex's death. Tune is, Essex last goodnight.
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Wing L266A; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[101]
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A Lamentable ballad on the Earl of Essex's Death Tune is Essex last Goodnight ALL you that cry O hone O hone come now and sing O hone with me For why our Iewel is from us gone the valiant Knight of Chivalry Of rich and poor belov'd was he in time an honourable knight When by our Laws condemn'd to die He lately took his last Goodnight Count him not like to Champion those traiterous men of Babington Nor like the Earl of Westmoorland by whom a number were undone He never yet hurt Mothers Son his quarrel still maintains the right Which the tears my face down run when I think on his last good night The Portugals can witness he his Dagger at Lisbon gate he slung And like a Knight of Chivalry his Chain upon the Gate he hung I would to God that he would come to fetch them back in order right Which thing was by his honour done yet lately took their last good night The French-men they can testifie the town of Gourney he took in And marcht to Rome immediately not earing for his foes a pin With Bullets then he pierc'd his skin and made them fly from his sight He there that time did credit win and now hath tane his last good night And stately Cales can witness be even by his Proclamation right And did command them all straightly to have a care of Infants lives And that none should hurt man or wife which was against their right Therefore they pray'd for his long life which lately took his last good night Would God be ne'er had Ireland 〈◊〉 nor set one foot on Flanders ground Then might we will injoy'd our own where now our jewel will not be found which makes our foes still abound trickling with 〈◊〉 tears in our sight To hear his name in our ears to found Lord Deverux took his last good night Ash-wednesday that dismal day When he came forth his Chamber door Upon a Scaffold there he saw his Headsman standing him before His Nobles all they did deplore shedding salt tears in his sight He said farewel to rich and poor at his good morrow and good night My Lords said he you stand but by to see performance of the law It is I that have deserv'd to die and yield my self unto the blow I have deserv'd to die I know but ne'er against my Countries right Nor to my Queen was ever foe upon my death at my good night Farewel Elizabeth my gracious Queen God bless thee with thy Council all Farewel my Knights of Chivalry farewel my Souldiers stout and tall Farewel the Commons great and small into the hands of men I light My life shall make amends for all for Essex bid the world good night Farewel dear wife and children three farewel my kind and tender son Comfort your selves mourn not for me although your fall be now begune My time is come my glass is run comfort your self in former light Seeing by my fall you are undone your Father bids the world good night Derick thou know'st at Cales I sav'd thy life left for a Rape there done As thou thy self canst testifie thine own hand three and twenty hung But now thou seest my self is come by chance into thy hands I light Strike out thy blow that I may know thou Essex lov'd at his good night When England counted me a Papist the works of papists I defie I ne're worshipt Saint nor Angel in Heaven nor the Virgin Mary I But to Christ which for my sins did die trickling with salt tears in his sight Spreading my arms to God on high Lord Jesus receive my soul this night Printed by and for A. M. and sold by the booksellers of London