A lamentable new ditty, made vpon the death of a worthy gentleman, named George Stoole, dwelling sometime on Gate-side Moore, and sometime at New-castle in Northumberland: with his penitent end. To a delicate Scottish tune.

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COme you lusty Northerne Lads,
that are so blith and bonny,
Prepare your hearts to be full sad,
to heare the end of Georgy,
Heigh ho, Heigh-ho my bony loue,
Heigh-ho, heigh ho my honny;
Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho my owne deare loue
and God be with my Georgie.
When Georgie to his triall came,
a thousand hearts were sorry,
A thousand Lasses wept full sore,
and all for loue of Georgy.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, my bony Loue,
heigho, &c.
Some did say he would escape,
some at his fall did glory:
But these wers Clownes and fickle friends,
and none that loued Georgy.
Heigh-ho, &c.
Might friends haue satisfide the Law,
then Gorgie would find many:
Yet brauely did he plead for life,
if mercy might be any.
Heigh-ho, &c.
But when this doughty Carle was cast
he was full sad and sorry:
Yet boldly did he take his death,
so patiently dyde Georgie.
Heigh-ho, &c.
As Georgie went vp to the Gate,
He tooke his leaue of many:
He tooke his leaue of his Lards wife,
whom ho lou'd best of any.
Heigh-ho, &c.
With thousand sighs and heauy looks,
away from thence he parted:
Where he so often blith had béene,
though now so heauy hearted.
Heigh-ho, &c.
He writ a Letter with his owne hand,
he thought he writ it brauely:
He sent it to New-castle Towne,
to his beloued Lady.
Heigh-ho, &c.
Wherein he did at large bewaile,
the occasion of his folly:
Bequeathing life vnto the Law,
his soule to heauen holy:
Heigh-ho, &c.
Why Lady, leaue to weepe for me,
let not my ending grieue ye:
Proue costant to the ney yon loue,
for I cannot reléeue yee.
Heigh-ho, &c.
Out vpon the Withrington,
and fie vpon the Phoenix:
Thou hast out downe the doughty one
that stole the shéepe from Anix.