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.