The dying lamentation of Thomas Randal, who was executed at Stone-Bridge, on VVednesday the 29th of January for the barbarous murder committed on Roger Leavens, ironmonger who is hang'd in chains near Stone-Bridge. To the tune of, Johnsons farewell. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B08969 of text R174793 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D2950D). 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. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B08969 Wing D2950D ESTC R174793 64551193 ocm 64551193 184536 2248530803

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 Early English books online text creation partnership. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B08969) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 184536) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2866:34) The dying lamentation of Thomas Randal, who was executed at Stone-Bridge, on VVednesday the 29th of January for the barbarous murder committed on Roger Leavens, ironmonger who is hang'd in chains near Stone-Bridge. To the tune of, Johnsons farewell. 1 sheet ([2] p.) : ill. (woodcuts) Printed and sold by T. Moore, London : 1696. Caption title. Imprint from colophon. Reproduction of original in: Harvard University. Library. eng Randal, Thomas, d. 1696 -- Death and burial. Leavens, Roger -- Death and burial. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The dying lamentation of Thomas Randal, who was executed at Stone-bridge, on VVednesday the 29th of January for the barbarous murder committed on Roge [no entry] 1696 2 493 1 0 0 0 0 0 20.28 C The rate of 20.28 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2012-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2012-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2013-05 Sampled and proofread 2013-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2014-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Dying Lamentation Of Thomas Randal , who was Executed at Stone-Bridge , on Wednesday the 29th of January for the barbarous Murder Committed on Roger Leavens , Ironmonger . Who is Hang'd in Chains near Stone-Bridge .

Conses your Sins and Repent . fragmentary woodcut
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My Childen delight in Blood . fragmentary woodcut, Devil

To the Tune of Johnsons Farewell . OH horred , borred is my Crime , For which I now must dye And to relate the bloody time , Of this barbarity , Would make a Heart of Stone to bleed , To think upon the Fact , I am asham'd to name indeed This bloody , bloody Act. 'T was at Stone-Bridge not far from Town Where I did lye in wait , To rob the very first that come , But oh unhappy fate , Instead of Robbing him of Pelf , With Pistol shot him dead , And likewise bound his Wife my self , Then straight from Justice fled . This wicked deed which I have done I do repent too late ; My Glass of Life is almost run , Oh most unhappy Fate : I must be now this very day A sad Example made , I having wrought my Life's decay , Farewell this bloody Trade . Oh Leavens , Leavens whom I shot , And never bid you stand , I must confess hard was your Lott , Through my most bloody hand , I kill'd you dead without one word , So wicked was my mind , And God requires blood for blood , The Law 's the same I find : How bitter is the thoughts of Death , Which stares with bloody Dart And gapeth for my latest breath , When Soul and Body part , But oh a greater grief then this Is Conscience does me tell , That blood hinders my Soul of bliss , No hopes for me but Hell . Oh Women , Women base and rude 'T was your bad Company , I follow'd none but what were lew'd And to them did comply , For when they did at any time Want Money for to rant , I stuck not then at any crime , For to supply their want . Pray you that see my fatal race , Let all your Ways be good , Nere be concern'd with Women base Nor yet delight in blood , For here a shameful Death you see I justly undergo , Then pray young Men be warn'd by me Be no Mans overthrow . The latter Minute is at hand , Farewell the World , and all Of you that now spectators stand , With Prayers 〈◊〉 , and call On Jesus Christ the Lamb of God , To interceed for me , That I may be cleans'd from this blood I shed so cruelly .

London , Printed and Sold by T. Moore , 1696.