Murder upon murder committed by Thomas Sherwood, alias, Countrey Tom: and Elizabeth Evans, alias, Canbrye Besse: the first upon M. Loe, the 2. of M. George Holt of Windzor, whom inhumanely they kild neare Islington on the 22. day of Ianuary 1635. The last upon M. Thomas Claxton of London, whom mercilesly they murdered upon the second day of Aprill last past, neare unto Lambs Conduit on the backside of Holborne, with many other robberies and mischiefes by them committed from time to time since Midsomer last past, now revealed and confest by them, and now according to judgement he is hangd neare to Lambs Conduit this 14 of April, 1635. to the terror of all such offenders. To the tune of Bragandary downe, & c.

Murder upon Murder,

Committed by Thomas Sherwood, alias, Countrey Tom: and Elizabeth Evans, alias, Canbrye Besse: The first upon M. Loe, The 2. of M. George Holt of Windzor, whom inhumanely they kild neare Islington on the 22. day of January 1635. The last upon M. Thomas Claxton of London, whom mer∣cilesly they murdered upon the second day of Aprill last past, neare unto Lambs Conduit on the back∣side of Holborne, with many other robberies and mischiefes by them committed from time to time since Midsomer last past, now revealed and confest by them, and now according to Judgement he is hangd neare to Lambs Conduit this 14 of Aprill, 1635. to the terror of all such offenders.

To the tune of Bragandary downe, &c.

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••Ist Christians all vnto my song, 'twill moue your hearts to pitty, ••hat bloody murders haue báene done, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 late about the City: ••eáe daily see the brood of Cain, ••••ongst vs euer will remaine. •• ••urder, lust and murder, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the foule sinke of sin.

••••••re's scarce a moneth within the yeare, ••••••t murders vile are done, •• Son, the Father murdereth, ••••e Father kills the Son, ••wixt man and man there's such debate, ••ich in the end brings mortall hate. 〈◊〉〈◊〉murder, &c.

The mother loseth her owne life, cause she her child doth kill, ••nd some men in their drunkennesse, ••••••ir deare friends blood doth spill, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 many more, through gráedy gaine, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 brother hath the brother slaine. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••urder, &c.

〈…〉〈…〉o the story now in hand, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 truth I will declare, ••••••n God leaues man vnto himselfe, ••athan then beware, 〈…〉〈…〉s doth Sherwood truely finde, 〈…〉〈…〉 vnto murder bent his mind. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••••••d••r, &c.

A man of honest parentage, traind vp to husbandry, But weary of that honest life, to London he did hye: Where to his dismall wofull Fate, He chose a Queane for his copesmate. O murder, &c.

One Canbery Besse in Turnball-street, on him did cast an eye, And prayd him to giue her some drinke, as he was passing by: O too too soone he gaue consent, And for the same doth now repent. O murder, &c.

For by alluring tempting bates, she sotted so his minde, That vnto any villany, fierce Sherwood was inclind, His coyne all spent he must haue more, For to content his filthy (Whoore) O murder, &c.

Much mischiefe then by them was done in and about the City, But still they scape unpunished, (not knowne) more was the pitty, To deadly sinnes they then did fall, Not onely robbe but murder all, O murder, lust and murder, is the foule sinke of sin.

The first was Master William Loe, a Gentleman of note, And cruell Sherwood laid him low with an inhumane stroke: Nor birth nor bloud they did regaid, Yet death for bloud is their reward. O murder, &c.

One Master Holt of Winsor towre, a Norwich Factor he, Walking abroad to take the ayre, felt next their buchery, For Sherwood with a fatall blow, This goodman kill'd, his quean wil so, O murder, &c.

His cloak, hat, ruffe, from him they ook eleuen groats also, And were about his cloathes to stripe, his shirt, shooes, hose thereto, But being scard, away they flye, he hath confest this villany. O murder, &c.

A vile loose life they still run on, regarding not their end, Their hearts still bent to cruelty, not minding to amend: They cannot sáe Sathan the deuill, That drags them vnto all this euill, O murder, lust and murder, is the foule sinke of sin.

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FOr being flusht with humane bloud, they thirsted still for more, The more from God O man thou runst the greater is thy score: Like rauening wolues they pry & watch, How they the innocent may catch. O murder, lust and murder, is the foule sinke of sin.

The last that fell into their hands, was Master Claxton he, A Gentleman of good descent, and well belou'd truely, Who walkt vnarm'd by breake of day, In holborne fields they did him slay. O murder, &c.

A scarlet coate from him they tooke, new suit from top to toe, His bootes, hat, shirt they tooke from him much money eke also, And left him in the fields so wide So fled away and not discride. O murder, &c,

But marke the goodnesse of the Lord, on the succáeding day, That Sherwood with his trull did think beyond sea take their way, In Hounsdich were together tane, Selling the coat in the same lane. O murder, &c.

With the new suit vpon his back, and all things else befide, The queane the hat of Master Holt, which they had murdered, So vnto Newgate were they sent, Confest all this, and doe repent. O murder, &c.

Wishing all men when as they walke to haue a speciall care, And not to go vnarm'd, or late, but sword or truncheon weare, Had they done so Sherwood doth say, He had not ventred them to slay. O murder. &c.

Within thráe quarters of a yeare, these murders they haue done, And maim'd and spoiled many a one, by their confession: Such deadly blowes he did them giue, Twas strange that after they should liue O murder, &c.

For these bad facts he now doth dye, iust iudgement for his máede, All such ill liuers grant they may, no worse nor better spáed, So shall England from crying sinne, Be euer fráed, Gods mercy winne. For murder lust and murder, is the foule sinke of sinne.

FINIS.