Strange and true News from Westmoreland.  
Being a true Relation of one Gabriel Harding, who coming home drunk, struck his Wife a blow on the breast, and killed her outright, and then denied the same: Likewise how a Stranger did come to the House clothed in green, the people that were eye witnesses said it was an Angel; and how the Stranger or Angel did give Sentence on the man for killing of his Wife: Also how Satan did break the man's neck that did forswear himself, and the Stranger or Angel did command Satan to hurt none else, and to vanish; Then did the Stranger clothed in green take his leave of the people; whereof he chiefest in the Parish desired it might be put into Print, and have hereunto set their hands.  
Tune is, In Summer time.  
 

ATtend good Christian people all,  
Mark what I say both old and young  
Unto the General judgement day  
I think it is not very long.   

A wonder strange I shall relate,  
I think the like was never shown,  
In Westmoreland in Tredenton  
Of such a thing was never known,   

One Gabriel Harding lived of late,  
As may to all men just appear,  
Whose yearly Rent by just account  
Came to five hundred pound a year.   

This man he had a Virtuous Wife,  
In Godly ways her mind did give:  
Yet he as rude a wicked wretch  
As in this sinful Land did live.   

Much news of him I will relate,  
The like no mortal man did hear:  
'Tis very new, and also true,  
Therefore good Christians all give ear.   

One time this man he came home drunk  
As he used which made his wife to weep,  
Who strait way took him by the hand,  
Saying, Dear Husband lie down & sleep.   

She lovingly took him by the arms,  
Thinking in safety him to guide,  
A blow he struck her on the breast,  
The woman strait sunk down and died.   

The Children with mournful cries  
They run into the open street,  
They wept, they wailed, they wrung their hands  
To all good Christians they did meet.   

The people than they all ran forth,  
Saying, Children why make you such moan  
O make you haste unto our house  
Our dear mother is dead and gone.   

Our Father hath our Mother killed,  
The Children they cried then,  
The people than they all made haste,  
And laid their hands upon the man.   

He presently denied the same,  
Said from guilty Murder I am free,  
If I did that wicked deed he said,  
Some example I wish be seen by me.   

Thus he forswore the wicked deed,  
Of his dear wife's untimely end,  
Quoth the people let's conclude with speed,  
That for the Coroner we may send.   

Mark what I say, the doors fast shut,  
The people the Children did deplore,  
But strait they heard a man to speak,  
And one stood knocking at the door.   

One in the house to the door made haste,  
Hearing a man to knock and call,  
The door was opened presently,  
And in he came amongst them all.   

By your leave good people than he said,  
May a stranger with you have some talk,  
A dead woman I am come to see,  
Into the Room I pray Sir walk.   

His eyes like to the Stars did shine,  
He was clothed in a bright Grass green,  
His cheeks was of a Crimson red,  
For such a man was seldom seen.   

Unto the people than he spoke,  
Mark well these words which I shall say,  
For no Coroner yond shall send  
I'm judge and jury here this day.   

Brng hither the maa that did the deed  
And firmly hath denied the same  
They brought him into the room with speed  
To answer to this deed with shame.   

Now come O wretched man quoth he,  
With shame before thy Neighbours all,  
Thy body thou hast brought to misery,  
Thy soul into a deeper thrall.   

Thy chiefest delight was drunkenness  
And tewd woman, O cursed sin.  
Blasphemous Oaths and Curses vile  
A long time thou hast wallowed in.   

Thy Neighbours thou wouldst set at strife  
And always gripping of the poor:  
Besides thou hast murdered thy wife  
A fearful death thou diest therefore,   

Fear nothing good people, than he said  
A sight presently will appear,  
Let all your trust be in the Lord  
No harm shall be while I am here.   

Then in the Room the Devil appeared  
Like a brave Gentleman did stand;  
Satan (quoth he that was the judge)  
Do no more than thou hast command.   

The Devil than he strait laid hold  
On him that had murdered his Wife,  
His neck in sunder then he broke,  
And thus did end his wretched life,   

The Devil than he vanished  
Quite from the people in the Hall,  
Which made the people much afraid,  
Yet no one had no hurt at all.   

Then strait a pleasant Melody  
Of Music strait was heard to sound,  
It ravished the hearts of those stood by,  
So sweet the Music did abound.   

Now (quoth this gallant man in green)  
With you I can no longer stay,  
My love I leave, my leave I take,  
The time is come, I must away.   

Be sure to love each other well,  
Keep in your breast what I do say,  
It is the way to go to Heaven  
When you shall rise at judgement day.   

The people to their homes did go,  
Which had this mighty wonder seen,  
And said it was an Angel sure  
That thus was clothed all in green.   

And thus the News from Westmoreland  
I have related to you o'er;  
I think it is as strange a thing  
As ever man did hear before.   
Here are the Names of some of the chiefest man that live in the Parish: Christopher Rawly, Esq James Fish, Gent. William Lisse, Gent. Simon Pierce, Ambrose White, Oliver Craft, Robert Bord, Thomas Clifford, Yeomen; George Crawly, Peter Vaux, Philip Cook, Francis Martin, George Hor on, Husbandmen.   

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Py-corner.