Luke Hutton's Lamentation: which he wrote the day before his death, being condemned to be hanged at York for his robberies and trespasses committed thereabout.  
To the tune of wandering and Wavering.  
 
I Am a poor prisoner condemned to die,  
ah woe is me, woe is me for my great folly:  
Fast fettered in irons in place where I lie:  
be warned young wantons hemp passeth green Holy.  
My parents were of good degree,  
By whom I would not ruled be,  
Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me,  
Receive O sweet Saviour, my spirit unto thee.  
My name is Hutton, yea Luke, of bad life:  
ah woe is me, &c.  
Which on the highway did rob Man and Wife,  
be warned, &c.  
Enticed by many a graceless mate,  
Whose counsel I repent too late,  
Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, &c.  
Not twenty years old (alas) was I  
ah woe is me, &c.  
When I began this felony:  
be warned &c.  
With me went still twelve Yeomen tall,  
Which I did my twelve Apostles call.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, &c.  
There was no Squire, nor Baron bold  
ah woe is me, &c.  
That rode by the way with silver and gold,  
be warned, &c.  
But I and my Apostles gay,  
Would lighten their load ere they went away.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, &c.  
This news procured my kinsfolk's grief,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
That hearing I was a famous thief,  
be warned, &c.  
They wept, they wailed, they wrung their hands,  
That thus I should hazard life and lands.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me, &c.  
They made me a jailor a little before,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
To keep in prison offenders sore,  
be warned, &c.  
But such a jailor was never none,  
I went and let them oft every one.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
I wis this sorrow sor● grieved me,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
Such proper men should hanged be:  
be warned young wantons, &c.  
My Office than I did ●efie,  
And ran away for company.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
Three years I lived upon the spoil,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
Giving many an Earl the foil  
be warned &c.  
Yet never did I kill man nor wife,  
Though lewdly long I led my life.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
But all too bad my deeds have been,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
Offending my Country and my good Queen:  
be warned, &c.  
All men in Yorkshire talk of me,  
A stronger thief there could not be.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
Upon S. Luke's day was I borne,  
ah woe is me &c.  
Whom want of grace hath made me scorn:  
be warned, &c.  
In honour of my birth day then,  
I robbed (in bravery) nineteen men.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me,  
Receive, O sweet Saviour, my spirit unto thee.  

The second part,  
To the same tune.  
 
THe Country weary to bear this wrong,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
With Hues and Cries pursued me long:  
be warned &c.  
Though long I scap't, yet lo at the last,  
At London I was in Newgate cast.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
Where I did lie with grieved mind,  
ah woe is me &c.  
Although the keeper was gentle and kind,  
be warned, &c.  
Yet was he not so kind as I,  
To let me go at liberty.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
At last the Shrie●e of Yorkshire came,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
And in a warrant he had my name,  
be warned, &c.  
Quoth he, at York thou must be tried,  
With me therefore hence must thou ride.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
Like pangs of death his words did sound,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
My hands and arms full fast he bound,  
be warned, &c.  
Good sir quoth I, I had rather stay,  
I have no heart to ride that way.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
When no entreaty would prevail,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
I called for Wine, bear, and Ale,  
be warned, &c.  
And when my heart was in woeful case,  
I drunk to my friends with a smiling face.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
With clubs and staves, I was guarded then,  
ah woe is me. Etc,  
I never before had such waiting men:  
be warned, &c.  
If they had ridden before me amain,  
Beshrew me if I had called them again,  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
And when unto York that I was come,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
Each one on me did cast his doom:  
be warned, &c.  
And whilst you live this sentence note,  
Evil men can never have good report.  
Lord Jesus forgive me &c.  
Before the judges when I was brought,  
ah woe is me &c.  
But sure I had a careful thought,  
be warned, &c.  
Nine score Inditements and seventeen,  
Against me there were read and seen,  
Lord Jesus forgive me &c.  
And each of those was felony found,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
Which did my heart with sorrow wound,  
be warned, &c.  
What should I herein longer stay?  
For this I was condemned that day.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
My death each hour I did attend,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
In prayers & in tears my time I did spend,  
be warned, &c.  
And all my loving friends that day,  
I did entreat for me to pray,  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
I have deserved death long since,  
ah woe is me, & c·  
A viler sinner lived not than I,  
be warned, &c.  
On friends I hoped life to save;  
But I am fittest for the grave,  
Lord Jesus forgive me, &c.  
Adieu my loving friends each one,  
ah woe is me, &c.  
Think on me Lords when I am gone,  
be warned &c.  
When on the ladder you do me view.  
Think I am nearer heaven than you.  
Lord Jesus forgive me, with mercy relieve me,  
Receive, O sweet Saviour, my spirit unto thee.   
L. Hutton.  
FINIS.   

London Printed for H. Gosson.