A lamentable new Ballad upon the Earl of Essex his death.  
To the tune of, Essex last good-night.  
 

ALL you that cry, O hone O, hone,  
come now and sing, O Lord with me,  
For why our jewel is from us gone,  
the valiant Knight of Chivalry:  
Of rich and poor beloved was he,  
in time an honourable Knight:  
When by our Laws condemned was he,  
and lately took his last good-night.   

Count him not like to Campion,  
(these traitorous men) or Babington,  
Nor like the Eale of Westmoreland,  
by whom a number were undone:  
He never yet hurt mother's son▪  
his quarrel still maintained the right,  
Which makes the tears my cheeks down run  
when I think on his last good-night.   

The Portugeses can witness be.  
his Dagger at Lisbon gate he flung:  
And like a Knight of Chivalry,  
his Chain upon the same he hung:  
Would God that he would thither come,  
●o fetch them both in honour right,  
Which thing was by his honour done,  
yet lately took his last good-night.   

The Frenchmen they can testify,  
the Town of Gourney h● took in,  
And marched to Roan immediately.  
not caring for his foes a pin:  
With bullets than he pierced their skin,  
and made them flee far from his sight,  
He at that time did credit win▪  
and now hath ta'en his last good-night.   

And stately Cales can witness well,  
even by his Proclamation right:  
He did command them all straightly,  
to have a care of Infant's lives:  
That none should ravish Maid nor Wife,  
which was against their order right,  
Therefore they prayed for his long life,  
which lately took his last good-night.   

Would God he had ne'er Ireland known,  
nor set his feet on Flaunders ground:  
Then might we well enjoy our own,  
where now our Jewel will not be found,  
Which makes our woes still to abound,  
trickling with salt tears in our sight,  
To hear his name in our ears to sound,  
Lord Devereux took his last good-night,   

Ashwensday on that dismal day,  
when he came forth of his chamber door  
Upon a Scaffold there he saw.  
his headsman standing him before,  
The Nobles all they did deplore,  
shedding their salt tears in his sight,  
He said farewell to rich and poor,  
at his good-morrow and good-night.   

My Lords, quoth he, you stand but by,  
to see performance of the Law,  
It's I that have deserved to die,  
and yield my life unto the blow▪  
I have deserved to die▪ I know,  
but ne'er against my Country's right,  
Nor to my Queen was never foe▪  
upon my death at my good-night.   

Farewell Elizabeth my gracious Queen,  
God bless thee and thy Council all:  
Farewell you Knights of Chivalry,  
farewell my Soldiers stout and tall,  
Farewell the Co●●●●● great and small,  
into the hands of men I light,  
My life shall make amends for all,  
for Essex bids the world good-night.   

Farewell dear wife and children three,  
farewell my young and tender son,  
Comfort yourselves, mourn not for me,  
although your fall be now begun:  
My time is come the glass is run  
comfort yourselves in former light,  
Seeing by my fall you are undone,  
your father bids the world good night.   

Derick, thou knowest, at Cales I saved  
thy life, lost for a Rape there done,  
Which thou thyself canst testify,  
thine own hand three and twenty hung,  
But now thou seest my life is come,  
by chance into thy hands I light,  
Strike out the blow that I may know,  
thou Essex loved at his good-night.   

When England counted me a Papist,  
the works of Papists I defy,  
I ne'er worshipped Saint, nor Angel in heaven  
nor to the Virgin Mary I,  
But to Christ, which for my sins did die,  
trickling with sad tears in his sight,  
Spreading my arms to God on high,  
Lord jesus receive my soul this night.   
FINIS.   

Printed at London For Cuthb●●● Wright.