The Lamentation of Iohn Musgrave,[?] Who was Executed at Kendal, for Robbing the King's Receiver, and taking awa [...] from him great store of Treasure.

To the Tune of, Wharton.
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TO lodge it was my chance of late,
at Kendal in the Sizes week,
UUhere I saw many a gallant state
was walking up and down the street,
Down plumpton park as I did pass,
I heard a Bird sing in a glen:
The chiefest of her Song it was,
farewell the flower of Serving-men.
Sometimes I heard the the Musick sweet,
which was delightfull unto me:
At length I heard one wail and weep,
a gallant youth condemn'd to dye:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
A Gentleman of courage bold,
his like I never saw before,
But when as I did him behold,
my grief it grew still more and more:
Down Plumpton Park, &c.
Of watery eyes there were great store,
for all did weep that did him see,
He made the heart of many sore,
and I lamented for company:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
To God above (quoth he) I call,
that sent his son to suffer death:
For to receive my sinful soul,
so soon as I shall loose my breath,
Down Plumpton park, &c.
O God I have deserved death,
for deeds that I have done to thee:
Yet never liv'd I like a thief,
till I met with ill company.
Down Plumpton park, &c.
For I may curse the dismal hour,
first time that I did give consent:
For to Rob the King's Receiver
and to take away his Rent:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
You Gallants all be warn'd by me,
learn Cards and Dice for to refrain,
Fly whores, eschew ill company,
for these; thing will breed you pain:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
All earthly treasures are but vain
and worldly wealth is vanity:
Search nothing else but heaven to gain
remember all that we must dye:
Down Plumton park, &c.
Farewell goodfellows less and more,
be not dismaid at this my fall:
I never did offend before,
John Musgrave, all men did me call:
Down Plumton park as I did pass,
I heard a bird sing in a glen, &c.

The second part of[?] the Lamentation of Iohn Musgrave.

To the same Tune.
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THe bait beguiles the bonny Fish,
some care not what they swear or say
The Lamb becomes the Foxes dish
when as the old sheep runs away:
Down Plumpton park as I did pass,
I heard a bird sing in a glen,
Thé chiefest of her song it was,
fare well the flower of Serving-men.
The Fowlers that the Plovers get,
take glistering glass their net to set:
The Ferret when the mouth is cop't.
doth drive the Coney to the Net:
Down Plumton park, &c.
The Pike devours the Salmon free,
which is a better Fish than himself:
Some care not how whose children cry,
so that themselves may keep their pelf:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
Farewell good people less and more,
both great and small that did me ken:
[...]rewell rich, and farewell poor,
and farewell all good Serving-men;
[...]wn Plumpton park, &c.
Now by my death I wish all know,
that this same lesson you may teach,
Of what degree, of high, or low,
climb not I say above your reach:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
Good Gentlemen I you intreat,
that have more sons than you have land [...]
In idleness do not them keep,
teach them to labour with their hand [...]
Down Plumpton park; &c.
For idleness is the root of evil,
and this sin never goes alone:
But Theft and Robbery follows after,
as by my self is plainly shown:
Down plumpton park, &c.
For Youth & Age, will not understand,
that friends in want, they be but cold,
If they spend their portions and lack land
they may go beg when they are old:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
Farewell, farewell my bretheren dear,
sweet Sisters make no doal for me:
My death's at hand I do not fear,
we are all mortal and born to dye:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
I know that Christ did dye for me,
no earthly pleasures would I have:
I care not for the world a flye,
but mercy Lord of thee I crave.
Down Plumpton park, &c.
Come man of death and do me right,
my glass is run I cannot stay:
With Christ I hope to lodge this night
and all good people for me pray:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
The man of death his part did play,
which made the tears blind many an ey
He is with Christ, as I dare say,
the Lord grant us that so we may:
Down Plumpton park, &c.
FINIS.

Printed for I. Wright, I. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.

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