The Brick-makers Lamentation from Newgate:  
OR, A true Report of the Indicting, Arraignment, Trial, and Convicting of four of the Brick-makers Court of In-justice: for the Notorious Riot committed on the Body of one Richard Lambart, Brick-maker of Fullum, who they Arraigned, Indicted, and had almost Executed, for some pretended idle words. Their Examination, and Trial, and Sentence they are to undergo, expressed as followeth.  
The Tune is, Packington's Pound.  
 

GOod people come hither and listen a while,  
I'll tell you a story shall make you to smile  
For such a bold project there never was heard,  
As now in this Ballad shall soon be declared;  
The Brick-makers they  
This project did play,  
The Elventh of August as people do say:  
Let this be a warning that others take heed,  
Their court of in-justice will smart for the deed.   

In Rainy wet weather it was I suppose,  
When each bonny Brick-maker stéeled his nose,  
They drink their cups round, & do merrily prate  
Each Brick-maker seemed a Lord in conceit;  
Whilst thus they Carouse,  
And call on the House,  
One of them his bread and his cheese he did lose  
And one in the company there he did atackt,  
As guilty of Felony for this bold act.   

They called him Dick Lambart whom he did accuse,  
Who, he said, such activity often did use;  
And there for his life he would have him be tried  
A judge and a Jury this deed should decide;  
A Court there was called,  
The Crier he bawled  
And there with his flounder mouth loudly he yauled;  
And then on the bench for a judge there set down  
One in a red waistcoat which served for a gown.   

A judge and a jury, and Clarks did appear,  
a Sheriff and also a Hangman was there,  
The judge being set and prisoner brought forth  
The plaintiff he there on a brickbat took oath.  
that to his great cost  
Too lately he lost.  
Some bread & some cheese which he saved for a toast,  
And that Richard Lambart had taken his peck.  
Who for it deserved to be noosed by the neck.   
 
 

FOr this he had sentence by which he was forced  
To be burnt in the hand with an apple hot roast  
And afterwards he on that apple must feed,  
This Sentence he had for his Felonious deed;  
But now comes the worst  
More bad than the first,  
Poor Richard his fortune it was so accursed;  
A Witness held forth, and he there did declare,  
That Richard spoke Treason and he did it hear.   

He said the King's drums they did make a great sound  
But in the midst of them no guts to be found,  
And that the King's horses with Iron were shod,  
And often on dirt and on stones they have trod;  
That they so were fed  
With butter and bread,  
They lost all the Races what ever was laid:  
And that the Kings Goshawks had got no more foul  
Than is in the night-bird that's called an Owl.   

This was the Indictment on which he was tried,  
The jury was sworn on a Brickbat beside,  
The Evidence there did make it out plain  
And Lambart away from the Bar he was ta'en;  
Their jury went out,  
And brought it about,  
That Lambart was guilty of Treason no doubt:  
And then by the judge he was sentenced, that he,  
Should hang by the neck on the Tiborn Tree.   

A Clay cart they got, and a horse in't beside,  
And put Lambart in it, and him fast down tied,  
And then unto'th Gallows they do him convey,  
With a Guard of their Officers all on the way,  
A Brickbat to read,  
As they did proceed,  
And then on the Gallows they hanged him indeed:  
Thus have you heard of the Brick-makers Court,  
who hang men in earnest, and count it their sport.   

A Groom of the King's stables came riding the way,  
Seeing this revel rout to them did say,  
I see you've condemned this man in the Town,  
But here's a reprieve and he must be cut down:  
This being done,  
Away then did run,  
This Court of In-justice each mother's Son.  
The judge and the Hangman was ta'en in the act  
And two of the jurymen since for that fact.   

This court of In-justice appeared in time  
At Seshions' house there for to answer their crime  
A hundred pound is laid on each head,  
Or else due imprisonment till it be paid:  
In Newgate they are,  
Remaining in care,  
Of farther punishment they are in fear:  
And thus you have heard of the Brick-makers Court  
Who hang men in earnest & count it their sport.    

London, Printed for Philip Brooksby, next door to the Ball in West Smithfield.