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30. O may the Lord his mercy shew To those unhappy men; And sprinkle on them his dear Blood, Tho? they?ve so wicked been.
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31. When to Sepulchre?s church they come, The bell will cease to toll; The tumbler stops, the bellman prays To th? lord for your poor soul.
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32. To see the cart move slowly on, Is a dismal sight to see; The people wringing of their hands All th? way to the fatal tree.
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33. When to that dismal place we come, To pray we are inclin?d; And beg the Lord would pardon us, That we may mercy find.
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34. A speech, you know, is always made A warning for to take; That you may lead all better lives, And wicked ways forsake.
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35. Then o?er our eyes the cap is pull?d, The cart is drove away; We men then drop, the mob disperse, Few?ll mind what we have said.
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36. Then let all youths, of each degree, Their folly see ere long; For when they come to th? lagg or cross, They ?ll own they went on wrong.
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37. My dear good friends, both great and small, Think of your latter end; And beg the Lord in time will give You grace for to amend.
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38. When these lines first were wrote to you, ?Twas little thought that I In Newgate cells should be confin?d, An ignominious death to die.
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39. I hope the Lord will pardon me, For all my sins that?s past; And tho? my heart it is so hard, Christ, soften it last!
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Newgate
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Cells,
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July 6, 1772
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WILLIAM PARIS
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The Lamentation of SIDAY and PARIS. Written by SIDAY.
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1. GOOD people all, I pray give ear Unto these lines I?ve penn?d; And soon you?ll hear of our downfall, Which near is at an end.
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2. We in the cells confined are, And so have been some time; And on to morrow we must die, I?ll now relate the crime.
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3. Alone
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Tom Fisher
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came to me, One ev?ning when ?twas late; Now him I wilh I ne?er had seen, Who led us to this fate.
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4. Then up I got, away we went Unto Will Paris strait; And what he unto me had said, I did to him relate.
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5. But Paris being not in health, I on the bed did lay; And Fisher sat up in the chair, Until the break of day.
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6. Then up we got to take a walk Into the pleasant fields; Where Fisher he did then begin This secret to reveal:
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7. ?I have a mother lives just by, That?s us?d me ill of late; For which on her reveng?d would be, I say, at any rate.
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8. ? A carpenter lives in the house, Which does my mother sway; And when i go her for to see, She?ll nothing to me say.
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9. ?My mother she to market goes, Early as at seven; And if you?ll go along with me, I will with him be ev?n.?
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10. Away we went unto the house, And robbed him also, Of his money and his cloaths; For which die we must now.
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11. His mother?s cloaths were in the draw?rs, Which we refus?d to touch; Altho? to us it would been great, And brought us money much.
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12. This thing it was so cleanly done, No one could find it out; If Fisher had not prov?d untrue, There would not been this rout.
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13. On Wedn?sday suffer now we must, And hang on Tyburn tree; Altho? ?tis such an awful sight, Some dippers you may see.
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14. But may our fate a warning be Unto all such young men; Who follow such unlawful ways Of bursting peoples kens.
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15. For if you do, then come you must, And that you?ll plainly see; And when at Patter you are cast, You?ll hang on Tyburn tree.
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FINIS.
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