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.
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,
Some did say he would escape,
some at his fall did glory:
But these wers Clownes and fickle friends,
and none that loued Georgy.
Might friends haue satisfide the Law,
then Gorgie would find many:
Yet brauely did he plead for life,
if mercy might be any.
But when this doughty Carle was cast
he was full sad and sorry:
Yet boldly did he take his death,
so patiently dyde Georgie.
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.
With thousand sighs and heauy looks,
away from thence he parted:
Where he so often blith had béene,
though now so heauy hearted.
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.
Wherein he did at large bewaile,
the occasion of his folly:
Bequeathing life vnto the Law,
his soule to heauen holy:
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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
And with a cheerefull countenance,
(being at that time entreated
For to confesse his former life)
these-words he straight repeated.
I neuer stole no Oxe nor Cow,
nor neuer murdered any:
But fifty Horse I did receiue
of a Merchants man of Gory.
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.
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.
At London printed for H. Gosson.