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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A lamentable new Ditty, made vpon the death of a worthy Gentle∣man, 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.

[illustration]

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.

The second part,

To the same tune.

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ANd sie on all such cruell Carles,
whose crueltie's so fickle:
To cast away a Gentleman
in hatred for so little.
Heigh-ho heigh-ho, my bonny Loue,
heigh-ho, &c.
I would I were on yonder Hill,
where I haue beene full merry:
My sword and buckeler by my side
to fight till I be weary.
Heigh-ho &c.
They well, should know that tooke mee first
though whoops be now forsaken:
Had I but freedome, armes, and health,
I'de dye, are I'de be taken.
Heigh-ho, &c.
But Law comdemns me to my graue,
they haue me in their power:
Ther's none but Christ that can mee saue,
at this my dying houre.
Heigh-ho. &c.
He call'd his dearest loue to him,
when as his heart wae sorry:
And speaking thus with manly heart,
Deare sweeting, pray for Georgie.
Heigh-ho, &c.
He gaue to her a piece of gold,
and bade her giue't her Barnes:
And oft he kist her rosie lips,
and laid him into her armes.
Heigh-ho, &c.
And comming to the place of death,
he neuer changed colour.
The more they thought he would looks pale▪
the more his veines were fuller.
Heigh-ho, &c.
And with a cheerefull countenance,
(being at that time entreated
For to confesse his former life)
these-words he straight repeated.
Heigh-ho &c.
I neuer stole no Oxe nor Cow,
nor neuer murdered any:
But fifty Horse I did receiue
of a Merchants man of Gory.
Heigh-ho, &c.
For which I am condemn'd to dye,
though guiltlesse I stand dying:
Deare gracious God, my soule receiue
for now my life is flying.
Heigh-ho, &c.
The man of death a part did act,
which grieues mee tell the story.
God comfort all are comfortlesse,
and did so well as Georgie.
Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, my bonny Loue,
heigh-ho heigh-my bonny,
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, mine owne true lou
sweet Christ receiue my Georgie.
FINIS.

At London printed for H. Gosson.