Robbery rewarded, or, An account of five notorious high-way-men's exploits: viz. James Slauter, John White, John VVilliams, alias, Matchet, Francis Jackson, VValter Parkhurst. The manner their taking on the 17th of March last past, one of their company, viz. James Slauter being ... tune is, Packington's pound.

Robbery Rewarded, OR, An Account of Five Notorious High-way-men's Exploits: Viz, JAMES SLAUTER, JOHN WHITE, JOHN VVILLIAMS, alias, MATCHET, FRANCIS JACKSON, VVALTER P••RKHURST.

The manner of their taking on the 17th. of March last past, one of their Company, Viz. James Slauter being since dead ••n Newgate, the tryal of the other four at the old Baly the ••0th. and 11th. of April, they were found Guilty o•• fifteen several Indictments for Robery and Murther, the persons Kill'd by them, were one Edward Kemp of Henden, and Henry Miller of Hamstead for which facts three of them were sentenced to be hang'd at the comon place of Execution, & Iackson to be G••bited at Hamp∣sted.

Tune is, packington's-pound.

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ADieu vain delights, and bewitch us no more, Our former ill courses we now do deplore; Our Crimes upon Earth h••th bereav'd us of hope, The thread of our lives is spun out in a Rope: We Rob'd Night and Day, Vpon the High-way, And spent it on Wine, and en wenches & play,

But to this sweet meat sowre sauce must be had, For the Gallows is still the reward of the Padd.

Neer Colebrook & Windsor our seene we did lay, Each purse that came there Contribution must pay we scorn'd to compound with the great or the smal. For the game y^t we play'd at, was nam••d have-at-al With Pistol in hand, We made them to stand,

But with this sweet meat sowre sauce must be had, For the Halter attends all the Kts. of the padd.

We made our selves valiant with full flowing flagons, To Examin•• Portmantues, and ransack the waggons, VVho travel'd in Coaches, if we came in sight, They presently hid all their moneys good-night. But alas all in vain, For now we are ta'ne, And must finish our lives in sorrow and pain,

Destruction still treads on the heels of the bad, And a Halter attends all the Knights of the padd.

Each sort, and Sex must submit to our Doom, The Gallants were Hector'd the Ladys o're come. VVhose fine tempting Iewels we soon made a prize, Though never so guarded with languishing eyes, Rich Cloaths and good L••ce, We made them uncase, And left them behind to complain on the p••ace.

but with such sweet meat sowre sauce must be had, For the Gallows is still the reward of the padd.

The renowned Du Vall with his Kt. arrant fame, Hence forward shall yield to our gallanter name; He jilted the people with tricks and with words, VVe made them submit to the charms of our swords. Yet alass to our shame, Our ends prove the same,

The Hangman and Tyburn our merits proclaim. D••struction still treads on the heels of the bad, &c.

Our work we so ply'd, that in very few days, VVe resolv'd a good round sum of money to raise, VVhi••h being obtained a plot we design'd, To trip or•• the Ocean, where none should us find, But alas ••ur hard fate, Has quite alter'd our state, VVe find by sad proof now although 'tis too late,

That to ou•• sweet meat sowre sauce must be had, For the Halter attends all the Knights of the padd.

The Country Alarum'd with what we had done, They 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in each man that could handle a Gun, VVith sw••••ds, & with Flayls, & with Halberts al rusty VVith dead-••••ing R••piers and Cudgels were trusty, In Van, Flanck, and Reer, They round us appear, VVhich yet could not cause our hold Spirits to fear

Destruction thus, &c.

A couragious retreat we resolved for to make, For well we perceiv'd that our lives lay at stake, And thence we conblude it a nobler thing, To fall by the Sword then to peep through a string. VVe fought all the way, To Hampstead that day. And often shifted Horses to make the less stay,

but still 'tis in vain, &c.

Two poor men we slew whose deplorable sake, VVith grief fi••ls our souls, & it makes our hearts ake, VVith sighs & wi••h te••rs we beg mercy of Heaven, Th••t Crime and all others may quite be forgiven. VVhich if we procure, VVe will gladly endure, Our punishment h••re, and esteem them a Cure:

Though vile we have been, & most shameful our story True repentance may waft from the Gibit to glory.

Though long we resisted yet wounded full sore, At l••st we grew faint and could hold out no more, But str••ightly confined to Newgate we came, VVhere one by his death was released from shame. The rest on fair Tryal, Beyond all denyal, VVere clearly convicted & now they must die all.

Thus to our sweet meat, &c.

Thus may our Eample to all be a warning, And serve for each young-mans instruction & learning; Be honest & Iust, & not wast time and leisure, In Ryot, Deb••uchness, and wantoning pleasure: For see what sad gains, Ore of us obtains, His body it must be consumed in Chains.

Destruction still treads on the heels, &c.