Luke Huttons lamentation: which he wrote the day before his death, being condemned to be hanged at Yorke for his robberies and trespasses committed there-about. To the tune of Wandring and wavering.. Hutton, Luke, d. 1596. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B00199 of text S93101 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 14032.5). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. 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B00199) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 180806) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 2137:2) Luke Huttons lamentation: which he wrote the day before his death, being condemned to be hanged at Yorke for his robberies and trespasses committed there-about. To the tune of Wandring and wavering.. Hutton, Luke, d. 1596. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed for H. Gosson., London : [ca. 1640?]. In verse. Contains three cuts, one of which appears to be only one half of a whole picture. Date of printing suggested by STC (2nd ed.). Right half of sheet contains "The second part, To the same tune." Reproduction of original in: University of Glasgow. Library. eng Hutton, Luke, d. 1596 -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 16th century. Brigands and robbers -- England -- Early works to 1800. Criminals -- England -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- London -- 17th century. B00199 S93101 (STC 14032.5). civilwar no Luke Huttons lamentation: which he wrote the day before his death, being condemned to be hanged at Yorke for his robberies and trespasses co Hutton, Luke 1640 1270 3 0 0 0 0 0 24 C The rate of 24 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-08 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-10 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-12 John Pas Sampled and proofread 2008-12 John Pas Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Luke Huttons Lamentation : which he wrote the day before his death , being condemned to be hanged at Yorke for his robberies and trespasses committed there-about . To the tune of Wandring and Wavering . I Am a poore prisoner condemned to die , ah woe is me , woe is me for my great folly : Fast fettered in irons in place where I lie : be warned young wantons hemp passeth gréen Holy . My parents were of good degrée , By whom I would not ruled be , Lord Jesus forgive me , with mercy relieve me , Receive O sweet Saviour , my spirit unto thee . My name is Hutton , yea Luke , of bad life : ah woe is me , &c. Which on the high-way did rob Man and Wife , be warned , &c. Intic'd by many a gracelesse mate , Whose counsell I repent too late , Lord Jesus forgive me , with mercy relieve me , &c. Not twenty yéeres old ( alas ) was I ah woe is me , &c. When I began this felony : be warned &c. With me went still twelve Yeomen tall , Which I did my twelve Apostles call . Lord Jesus forgive me , with mercy relieve me , &c. There was no Squire , nor Baron bold ah woe is me , &c. That rode by the way with silver and gold , be warned , &c. But I and my Apostles gay , Would lighten their load ere they went away . Lord Jesus forgive me , with mercy relieve me , &c. This newes procur'd my kinsfolkes griefe , ah woe is me , &c. That hearing I was a famous thiefe , be warned , &c. They wept , they waild , they wrung their hands , That thus I should hazard life and lands . Lord Jesus forgive me , with mercy relieve me , &c. They made me a Iailor a little before , ah woe is me , &c. To kéepe in prison offenders sore , be warned , &c. But such a Iailor was never none , I went and let them oft every one . Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. I wis this sorrow sor● grieved me , ah woe is me , &c. Such proper men shoud hanged be : be warned young wantons , &c. My Office then I did ●efie , And ran away for company . Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. Thrée yéeres I lived upon the spoyle , ah woe is me , &c. Giving many an Earle the foyle be warned &c. Yet never did I kill man nor wife , Though lewdly long I led my life . Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. But all too bad my déeds have béene , ah woe is me , &c. Offending my Country and my good Quéene : be warned , &c. All men in Yorkeshire talke of me , A stronger thiefe there could not be . Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. Vpon S. Lukes day was I borne , ah woe is me &c. Whom want of grace hath made me scorne : be warned , &c. In honour of my birth day then , I rob'd ( in bravery ) nineteene men . Lord Jesus forgive me , with mercy relieve me , Receive , O sweet Saviour , my spirit unto thee . The second part , To the same tune . THe Country weary to beare this wrong , ah woe is me , &c. With Hues and Cries pursued me long : be warned &c. Though long I scap't , yet loe at the last , At London I was in New-gate cast . Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. Where I did lie with grieved minde , ah woe is me &c. Although the kéeper was gentle and kind , be warned , &c. Yet was he not so kind as I , To let me goe at liberty . Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. At last the Shrie●e of Yorkeshire came , ah woe is me , &c. And in a warrant he had my name , be warned , &c. Quoth he , at Yorke thou must be tride , With me therefore hence must thou ride . Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. Like pangs of death his words did sound , ah woe is me , &c. My hands and armes full fast he bound , be warned , &c. Good sir quoth I , I had rather stay , I have no heart to ride that way . Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. When no intreaty would prevaile , ah woe is me , &c. I called for Wine , Beare , and Ale , be warned , &c. And when my heart was in woefull case , I drunke to my friends with a smiling face . Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. With clubs and staves , I was guarded then , ah woe is me . &c , I never before had such wayting men : be warned , &c. If they had ridden before me amaine , Beshrew me if I had call'd them againe , Lord Jesus forgive me , &c. And when unto Yorke that I was come , ah woe is me , &c. Each one on me did cast his doome : be warned , &c. And whilst you live this sentence note , Evill men can never have good report . Lord Jesus forgive me &c. Before the Iudges when I was brought , ah woe is me &c. But sure I had a carefull thought , be warned , &c. Nine score Inditements and seventéene , Against me there were read and séene , Lord Iesus forgive me &c. And each of those was fellony found , ah woe is me , &c. Which did my heart with sorrow wound , be warned , &c. What should I herein longer stay ? For this I was condemn'd that day . Lord Iesus forgive me , &c. My death each houre I did attend , ah woe is me , &c. In prayers & in teares my time I did spend , be warned , &c. And all my loving friends that day , I did intreat for me to pray , Lord Iesus forgive me , &c. I haue deserved death long since , ah woe is me , & c· A viler sinner lived not then I , be warned , &c. On friends I hoped life to save ; But I am fittest for the grave , Lord Iesus forgive me , &c. Adieu my loving friends each one , ah woe is me , &c. Thinke on me Lords when I am gone , be warned &c. When on the ladder you doe me view . Thinke I am néerer heaven than you . Lord Iesus forgive me , with mercy relieve me , Receive , O sweet Saviour , my spirit unto thee . L. Hutton . FINIS . London Printed for H. Gosson .