Murder upon Murder,  
Committed by Thomas Sherwood, alias, Country Tom: and Elizabeth Evans, alias, Canbrye Bess: The first upon M. Lo, The 2. of M. George Holt of Windzor, whom inhumanely they killed near Islington on the 22. day of January 1635. The last upon M. Thomas Claxton of London, whom mercilessly they murdered upon the second day of April last passed, near unto Lamb's Conduit on the backside of Holborn, with many other robberies and mischiefs by them committed from time to time since Midsummer last passed, now revealed and confessed by them, and now according to Judgement he is hanged near to Lamb's Conduit this 14 of April, 1635. to the terror of all such offenders.  
To the tune of Bragandary down, etc.  

 

●Ist Christians all unto my song,  
'twill move your hearts to pity,  
●hat bloody murders have báene done,  
〈◊〉 late about the City:  
●eáe daily see the brood of Cain,  
●●ongst us ever will remain.  
bourder, lust and murder,  
〈◊〉 the foul sink of sin.   

●●●re's scarce a month within the year,  
●●●t murders vile are done,  
● Son, the Father murdereth,  
●●e Father kills the Son,  
betwixt man and man there's such debate,  
●ich in the end brings mortal hate.  
〈◊〉 murder, etc.   

The mother loseth her own life,  
cause she her child doth kill,  
●nd some men in their drunkenness,  
●●●ir dear friends blood doth spill,  
〈◊〉 many more, through gráedy gain,  
〈◊〉 brother hath the brother slain.  
〈◊〉 ●urder, etc.   

〈…〉 o the story now in hand,  
〈◊〉 truth I will declare,  
●●●n God leaves man unto himself,  
●athan then beware,  
〈…〉 s doth Sherwood truly find,  
〈…〉 unto murder bend his mind.  
〈◊〉 ●●●d●r, etc.   

A man of honest parentage,  
trained up to husbandry,  
But weary of that honest life,  
to London he did hie:  
Where to his dismal woeful Fate,  
He chose a Quean for his copesmate.  
O murder, etc.   

One Canbery Bess in Turnball-street,  
on him did cast an eye,  
And prayed him to give her some drink,  
as he was passing by:  
O too too soon he gave consent,  
And for the same doth now repent.  
O murder, etc.   

For by alluring tempting bats,  
she sotted so his mind,  
That unto any villainy,  
fierce Sherwood was inclined,  
His coin all spent he must have more,  
For to content his filthy (Whore)  
O murder, etc.   

Much mischief then by them was done  
in and about the City,  
But still they scape unpunished,  
(not known) more was the pity,  
To deadly sins they then did fall,  
Not only rob but murder all,  
O murder, lust and murder,  
is the foul sink of sin.   

The first was Master William Lo,  
a Gentleman of note,  
And cruel Sherwood laid him low  
with an inhuman stroke:  
Nor birth nor blood they did regaid,  
Yet death for blood is their reward.  
O murder, etc.   

One Master Holt of Windsor tower,  
a Norwich Factor he,  
Walking abroad to take the air,  
felt next their buchery,  
For Sherwood with a fatal blow,  
This goodman killed, his quean will so,  
O murder, etc.   

His cloak, hat, ruff, from him they ook  
eleven groats also,  
And were about his clothes to stripe,  
his shirt, shoes, hose thereto,  
But being scared, away they fly,  
he hath confessed this villainy.  
O murder, etc.   

A vile loose life they still run on,  
regarding not their end,  
Their hearts still bend to cruelty,  
not minding to amend:  
They cannot sáe Satan the devil,  
That drags them unto all this evil,  
O murder, lust and murder,  
is the foul sink of sin.    

The second part To the same tune.  
 

FOr being flushed with humane blood,  
they thirsted still for more,  
The more from God O man thou run'st  
the greater is thy score:  
Like ravening wolves they pry & watch,  
How they the innocent may catch.  
O murder, lust and murder,  
is the foul sink of sin.   

The last that fell into their hands,  
was Master Claxton he,  
A Gentleman of good descent,  
and well beloved truly,  
Who walked unarmed by break of day,  
In holborn fields they did him slay.  
O murder, etc.   

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

But mark the goodness of the Lord,  
on the succáeding day,  
That Sherwood with his trull did think  
beyond sea take their way,  
In Hounsdich were together ta'en,  
Selling the coat in the same lane.  
O murder, etc.   

With the new suit upon his back,  
and all things else befide,  
The quean the hat of Master Holt,  
which they had murdered,  
So unto Newgate were they sent,  
Confessed all this, and do repent.  
O murder, etc.   

Wishing all men when as they walk  
to have a special care,  
And not to go unarmed, or late,  
but sword or truncheon wear,  
Had they done so Sherwood doth say,  
He had not ventured them to slay.  
O murder. etc.   

Within thráe quarters of a year,  
these murders they have done,  
And maimed and spoiled many a one,  
by their confession:  
Such deadly blows he did them give,  
'twas strange that after they should live  
O murder, etc.   

For these bad facts he now doth dye,  
just judgement for his máede,  
All such ill livers grant they may,  
no worse nor better spáed,  
So shall England from crying sin,  
Be ever fráed, God's mercy win.  
For murder lust and murder,  
is the foul sink of sin.    
FINIS.   

Printed at London for T. Langley, and are to be sold by Thomas Lambert in Smithfield, near to the Hospital gate.