A lamentable new Ditty, made upon the death of a worthy Gentleman, named George Stool, dwelling sometime on Gate-side Moor, and sometime at Newcastle in Northumberland: with his penitent end.  
To a delicate Scottish Tune.  

 

COme you lusty Northern Lads,  
that are so blithe and bonny,  
Prepare your hearts to be full sad,  
to hear the end of Georgy,  

Heigh ho, Heigh-ho my bony love,  
Heigh-ho, heigh ho my honey;  
Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho my own dear love  
and God be with my Georgic.    

When Georgic to his trial came,  
a thousand hearts were sorry,  
A thousand Lasses wept full sore,  
and all for love of Georgy.  

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, my bony Love,  
heigho, etc.    

Some did say he would escape,  
some at his fall did glory:  
But these were Clowns and fickle friends,  
and none that loved Georgy.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

Might friends have satisfied the Law,  
than Gorgie would find many:  
Yet bravely did he plead for life,  
if mercy might be any.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

But when this doughty Carl was cast  
he was full sad and sorry:  
Yet boldly did he take his death,  
so patiently died Georgic.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

As Georgic went up to the Gate,  
He took his leave of many:  
He took his leave of his Lards wife,  
whom ho loved best of any.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

With thousand sighs and heavy looks,  
away from thence he parted:  
Where he so often blithe had been,  
though now so heavy hearted.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

He writ a Letter with his own hand,  
he thought he writ it bravely:  
He sent it to Newcastle Town,  
to his beloved Lady.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

Wherein he did at large bewail,  
the occasion of his folly:  
Bequeathing life unto the Law,  
his soul to heaven holy:  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

Why Lady, leave to weep for me,  
let not my ending grieve ye:  
Prove costant to the neigh yond love,  
for I cannot relieve ye.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

Out upon the Withrington,  
and fie upon the Phoenix:  
Thou hast out down the doughty one  
that stole the sheep from Anix.    

The second part,  
To the same tune.  
 
 

ANd sie on all such cruel Carls,  
whose cruelties so fickle:  
To cast away a Gentleman  
in hatred for so little.  

Heigh-ho heigh-ho, my bonny Love,  
heigh-ho, etc.    

I would I were on yonder Hill,  
where I have been full merry:  
My sword and buckler by my side  
to fight till I be weary.  

Heigh-ho &c.    

They well, should know that took me first  
though whoops be now forsaken:  
Had I but freedom, arms, and health,  
I'd dye, are I'd be taken.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

But Law comdemns me to my grave,  
they have me in their power:  
there's none but Christ that can me save,  
at this my dying hour.  

Heigh-ho. etc.    

He called his dearest love to him,  
when as his heart wae sorry:  
And speaking thus with manly heart,  
Dear sweeting, pray for Georgic.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

He gave to her a piece of gold,  
and bade her give't her Barnes:  
And oft he kissed her rosy lips,  
and laid him into her arms.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

And coming to the place of death,  
he never changed colour.  
The more they thought he would looks pale▪  
the more his veins were fuller.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

And with a cheerful countenance,  
(being at that time entreated  
For to confess his former life)  
these-words he strait repeated.  

Heigh-ho &c.    

I never stole no Ox nor Cow,  
nor never murdered any:  
But fifty Horse I did receive  
of a Merchant's man of Gory.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

For which I am condemned to dye,  
though guiltless I stand dying:  
Dear gracious God, my soul receive  
for now my life is flying.  

Heigh-ho, etc.    

The man of death a part did act,  
which grieves me tell the story.  
God comfort all are comfortless,  
and did so well as Georgic.  

Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, my bonny Love,  
heigh-ho heigh-my bonny,  
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, mine own true lou  
sweet Christ receive my Georgic.     
FINIS.   

At London printed for H. Gosson.