The Dying Lamentation Of Thomas Randal, who was Executed at Stone-Bridge, on Wednesday the 29th of January for the barbarous Murder Committed on Roger Leavens, Ironmonger. Who is Hanged in Chains near Stone-Bridge.  

Conses your Sins and Repent.   fragmentary woodcut  fragmentary woodcut, figures being hanged  fragmentary woodcut 
My Childen delight in Blood.   fragmentary woodcut, Devil  

To the Tune of Jonson's Farewell.  

OH horrid, borred is my Crime,  
For which I now must die  
And to relate the bloody time,  
Of this barbarity,  
Would make a Heart of Stone to bleed,  
To think upon the Fact,  
I am ashamed to name indeed  
This bloody, bloody Act.   

'Twas at Stone-Bridge not far from Town  
Where I did lie in wait,  
To rob the very first that come,  
But oh unhappy fate,  
Instead of Robbing him of Pelf,  
With Pistol shot him dead,  
And likewise bound his Wife myself,  
Then strait from Justice fled.   

This wicked deed which I have done  
I do repent too late;  
My Glass of Life is almost run,  
Oh most unhappy Fate:  
I must be now this very day  
A sad Example made,  
I having wrought my Life's decay,  
Farewell this bloody Trade.   

Oh Leavens, Leavens whom I shot,  
And never bid you stand,  
I must confess hard was your Lott,  
Through my most bloody hand,  
I killed you dead without one word,  
So wicked was my mind,  
And God requires blood for blood,  
The Law's the same I find:   

How bitter is the thoughts of Death,  
Which stairs with bloody Dart  
And gapeth for my latest breath,  
When Soul and Body part,  
But oh a greater grief than this  
Is Conscience does me tell,  
That blood hinders my Soul of bliss,  
No hopes for me but Hell.   

Oh Women, Women base and rude  
'Twas your bad Company,  
I followed none but what were lewd  
And to them did comply,  
For when they did at any time  
Want Money for to rant,  
I stuck not then at any crime,  
For to supply their want.   

Pray you that see my fatal race,  
Let all your Ways be good,  
Near be concerned with Women base  
Nor yet delight in blood,  
For here a shameful Death you see  
I justly undergo,  
Then pray young Men be warned by me  
Be no Man's overthrow.   

The latter Minute is at hand,  
Farewell the World, and all  
Of you that now spectators stand,  
With Prayers 〈◊〉, and call  
On Jesus Christ the Lamb of God,  
To interceded for me,  
That I may be cleansed from this blood  
I shed so cruelly.     

London, Printed and Sold by T. Moor, 1696.