Here is a true and perfect Relation from the Falcon at the Bankside; of the strange and wonderful aperition of one Mr. Powel a Baker lately deceased, and of his appearing in several shapes, both at Noonday and at night, with the several speeches which passed between the spirit of Mr. Powel and his Maid Joan and divers Learned men, who went to allay him and the manner of his appearing to them in the Garden upon their making a circle, and burning of wax Candles and Jenniper wood, last how it vanished.  
The tune of Chevy Chase.  
 

STrange news, strange news, I here have write  
come listen and I'll tell,  
The strangest news that ever yet  
within our age befell.  
And I'll repeat it word by word  
to let the Nation know,  
The mighty wonders of the Lord,  
which he to them doth show.   

For near upon five months ago,  
there was a Baker ●yed,  
Clo●e by the Falcon many know,  
which is on Southwark side.  
His body after bury●d was,  
in earth for to remain,  
But not leng sense it came to pass,  
that his Spirit ros● again.   

And walked up and down the place,  
where he before did dwell,  
And looked most Ghasful in his face,  
that hundreds there can tell.  
And rattling throw the house would he,  
affrighting people that.  
He sometimes like a Goat would be,  
and sometimes like a Cat.   

He into several shaps would turn,  
with doleful voices then  
He'd like a flame of fire burn,  
straight to a man again.  
This house he constant haunted that,  
at midnight and noonday  
And sometimes seemed like a Cat,  
which scared his Son away.   

Then none within this house did dwell,  
but one poor servant Maid  
Which very often did perceive  
this ghasful Ghost she said.  
Whose pale and dreadful glemering sight,  
reduced her to a fear  
For making of the bed one night,  
it to her did appear.   

She then beholding of his face,  
poor Soul it made her quake  
And she lay trembling in the place,  
that every joint did shake.  
He up and down the Chamber ran,  
his hands abroad were spre●d  
His Nose was waxed pale and wan,  
his eyes sunk in his h●ad.   

At which the Maid cried out O Lord,  
I heartily do pray  
That by the power of thy word,  
chase this same fieend away.  
 
Repeating these same words again,  
with lifting hands upright  
At which the Aperition then,  
quite vanished out of sight.   

But on the morrow morning next  
the same appeared again▪  
He on the house so much reflect,  
few durst within remain.  
The Maid a fire making was,  
about the house did stir  
Which time she heard a doleful voice,  
one knocking at the door.   

The M●id replied then who is there,  
and to the door did run  
Quoth he thy good old Master's heart;  
come tell me where's my Son.  
At which the Maid run backward in,  
and not one word did say  
And for that time the spirit then,  
did vanish quite away.   

But afterwards it came to pass,  
late in the Evening tied  
He underneath a Peartree was,  
where he again was spied.  
For he within the Garden walked  
where Joan came by chance,  
And this same spirit with her talked,  
that she fell in a trance.   

Beside her senses they were lost,  
at such a sight to see  
For pure Nature with a Ghost,  
can never well agree.  
Then Learned men of Art came there,  
this Spirit to allay  
Which did immediatele appear,  
and they to it did say.   

God's holy Saints did much convert,  
there actions now are blest  
We Conjure thee for to depart,  
unto thy place of rest.  
The aperition in a pause,  
did vanish none knew whether  
Saying woe to them which are the cause,  
of this my coming hither.   

By skill these Learned men doth sea  
and by their art descry  
Some hiden treasure there must be,  
and in the Garden lie.  
And yet these Conjurers doth say,  
their task hath proved so  
The spirit they cannot allay,  
whatever they can do.   

O what strange wonders now are these;  
the Lord amongst us se●d  
God grant hereafter they might cease,  
and we our lives amend.    

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and William Gilbertson.