The lamentation of Mary Butcher, now confined in Worcester-City-Goal, on suspicion of murdering her male bastard child, in April last. Butcher, Mary, confined in Worcester-City-gaol. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B25620 of text T1563 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 3KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B25620 Wing L285aA Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.121.g.9[120] ESTC T1563 ocm99893689

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 eng Butcher, Mary, confined in Worcester-City-gaol -- Trials, litigation, etc. Infanticide -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 18th century. eebo The lamentation of Mary Butcher, : now confined in Worcester-City-Goal, on suspicion of murdering her male bastard child, in April last. Butcher, Mary (Confined in Worcester-City-gaol) 1700 1 484 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2014-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-10 Sampled and proofread 2014-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The LAMENTATION Of MARY BUTCHER , Now confined in WORCESTER-CITY-GOAL , on Suspicion of murdering her Male Bastard Child , in April last . YE blooming Maids I pray give Ear To what I lay before ye , I am a young Woman , you shall hear A melancholy Story : I by a false Man was with Child , Which caused all my Woe ; His treach'rous Tongue did me beguile , And prov'd my Overthrow . My new-born Infant I did destroy , In Grief I 'm now surrounded , Likewise the Man that me betray'd , His Senses are confounded : Mary Butcher it is my Name , In Tears I now do own it , Being delivered by myself , I in a Dunghill threw it . So now observe , my pretty Maids , And mind the Application , And shun the base deceitful Man , Let what will be his Station ; Some only court their Will to gain , Which oftimes prove our Ruin ; Shame and Disgrace to all our Friends , And ends in our Undoing . Mind not their flattering fawning Tongues , Which make young Girls adore them , The honest Youth , tho' e'er so poor , Is a thousand Times before them . Your Parents mind for to obey , And what your Friends advises , For Trouble always come to those , Who good Advice despises . Young Maidens now a Warning take , By my unhappy Fate , No Presents from the Men accept , But shun the gilded Bait . I very soon did prove with Child , I knew it to my Shame ; No Comfort then I e'er could get , And then myself did blame . Poor Wretch ! I thought to hide my Shame For fear my Friends should know it , But by the Murder now you see To Multitudes I show it ; So think of me young Women all , Who in Wor'ster City Goal's confin'd , Till the great Assize comes on , For to take my Trial I must be resign'd . Oh! think of this , ye youthful Maidens If e'er it 's your unhappy Lot , To be seduc'd , on all Occasions , Then from your Friends pray hide it not ; You surely will find some to pity , If that you act a Mother's Part , 't is better with it go a begging , Than a Conscience to feel the Smart . So how can I expect to have , In this World any Favour , I 've broke the Laws of God and Man , All through my Ill Behaviour . From Time to Time run on in Sin , But now at last I 'm taken , And put in Prison where I lie , All Friends has me forsaken .