Colonel Rainsborowes Ghost: OR, A true Relation of the manner of his Death, who was murdered in his Bedchamber at Doncaster, by three of Pontefract Soldiers who pretended that they had Letters from Leiutenant General Cromwell, to deliver unto him.  
To the tune of, My bleeding heart with grief and care.  
 depiction of two male figures, one in armour, the other wearing a cloak and hood  

YOu gallant Blade● of Mars his train.  
who serve the State for wealth & ●ame,  
Such by respects will be your bane.  
if only at such things you aim.   

My name was Rainsborow slain of late.  
whose troubled Ghost can take no rest,  
Until some things I do relate,  
which to the world must be expressed.   

Then know from whence my bane did spring,  
vainglory and my thirst of blood,  
I hated them that loved my King,  
as by his friends was understood.   

Witness the bloody fights in Kent,  
the Siege at Colchester likewise,  
I served well the Parliament,  
all deeds of mercy did despise.   

For when the Town they did surr●●●,  
I plated all against them then:  
I quickly brought unto an end,  
the lives of two brave Gentlemen.   

I would not give the General rest,  
till he unto their deaths had sealed,  
My troubled Ghost hath here expressed.  
what to the world should be revealed.   

Sir Charles Lucas and Sir George Li●●le▪  
two worthy men whom I did hat●●,  
The glory of the British I●●e,  
whom I did make unfortunate.   

With resolution sto●t they di●d,  
and called me Traitor to my face:  
It did no whit abaite my Pride,  
I saw them fall in little space.   

The death of them revenged hath b●n  
on me, by those that loved them ●ell:  
Sweet jesus Christ forgiwe my sl●●,  
for by my means those worthie●s fell▪   

October last the twenty nine.  
it being then the Sabbath Day.  
Twenty seven Cabaliers combins,  
to Doncaster they t●●ke their way.   

Those were from Pontefract-Castle sent,  
which on their Resolution stood:  
And feigning of a fair intent  
to speak with me, but spilt my blood.   

The Continell did bid the● stand,  
and fain would know from whence they came,  
From him they said that did command,  
they presently this fence did frame,   

The second part, to the same tune.  
 depiction of two male figures on horseback  

FRom General Cromwell we are sent,  
with Letters to your Colonel,  
This is our business and intent,  
the truth whereof to you we tell.   

The Sentinel did them believe,  
which was the cause of this my woe,  
To three of them they leave did give,  
unto my Chamber for to go.   

They entering where I lodged was,  
who little thought of any harm,  
Nor what so soon would come to pass,  
for in my bed I lay full warm.   

Where's Colonel Rainsborow quoth they,  
I am the man kind friends said I,  
What is your business I pray▪  
that you come in so hastily,   

Our business you soon shall know,  
and wherefore we were put in trust,  
As we to you will straight way show,  
for Lucas and Lisle die you must.   

At these same words I then did start,  
when they to me those men did name:  
It than did strike me to the heart,  
that I consented to the same.   

Rebiling me with v●tter words,  
to murder me they did intent,  
And then they drew their bloody Swords,  
I nothing had me to defend.   

Then they did ●ow that I should die,  
for now they had me at command,  
Yet I withstood them manfully,  
as long as ever I could stand.   

Through my body eight times they,  
with bloody swords they me did gore▪  
As it was seen whereas I lay,  
being found dead upon the flore.   

This being done, the door they locked.  
and in their pockets put the Key,  
Non● could come in although they knocked,  
to they took Horse and rid away.   

The Guard mistrusting no such thing,  
did let them freely pass along,  
Supposing they did Letters bring▪  
believing their dissembling tongue.   

there's none can tell what men those were  
nor yet which way that they did ride,  
Themselves they cunningly did bear,  
and closely they themselves do hid.   

But blood no doubt for blood doth ary,  
as w● by daily proof do see  
'tis true, and pei●ceth through the sky,  
if that my Ghost believed may be.   

My Corpses it is to be conveyed  
●o London on the fourteen day,  
Where in the grave it shall be laid  
in peace, and have no more to say.     

Printed at LONDON 1648.