Robbery Rewarded, OR, An Account of Five Notorious High-way-men's Exploits: Viz, JAMES SLAUTER, JOHN WHITE, JOHN WILLIAMS, alias, MATCHET, FRANCIS JACKSON, WALTER P●RKHURST.  
The manner of their taking on the 17th. of March last past, one of their Company, Viz. James Slauter being since dead ●n Newgate, the trial of the other four at the old Baly the ●0th. and 11th. of April, they were found Guilty o● fifteen several Indictments for robbery and murder, the persons killed by them, were one Edward Kemp of Henden, and Henry Miller of Hamstead for which facts three of them were sentenced to be hanged at the common place of Execution,& jackson to be G●bited at Hampsted.  
Tune is, packington's-pound.  
 

ADieu vain delights, and bewitch us no more,  
Our former ill courses we now do deplore;  
Our Crimes upon Earth h●th bereaved us of hope,  
The thread of our lives is spun out in a Rope:  
We robbed Night and Day,  
Vpon the High-way,  
And spent it on Wine, and en wenches& play,  

But to this sweet meat sour sauce must be had,  
For the Gallows is still the reward of the pad.    

near Colebrook& Windsor our seen we did lay,  
Each purse that came there Contribution must pay  
we scorned to compound with the great or the small.  
For the game that we played at, was name have-at-al  
With Pistol in hand,  
We made them to stand,  

But with this sweet meat sour sauce must be had,  
For the Halter attends all the Kts. of the pad.    

We made ourselves valiant with full flowing flagons,  
To Examin● Portmantues, and ransack the wagons,  
Who travelled in Coaches, if we came in sight,  
They presently hide all their moneys goodnight.  
But alas all in vain,  
For now we are ta'en,  
And must finish our lives in sorrow and pain,  

Destruction still treads on the heels of the bad,  
And a Halter attends all the Knights of the pad.    

Each sort, and Sex must submit to our Doom,  
The Gallants were hectored the Ladys o'er come.  
Whose fine tempting jewels we soon made a prise,  
Though never so guarded with languishing eyes,  
Rich clothes and good L●ce,  
We made them uncase,  
And left them behind to complain on the p●ace.  

but with such sweet meat sour sauce must be had,  
For the Gallows is still the reward of the pad.    

The renowned Du Vall with his Kt. arrant famed,  
Hence forward shall yield to our gallanter name;  
He jilted the people with tricks and with words,  
We made them submit to the charms of our swords.  
Yet alas to our shane,  
Our ends prove the same,  

The Hangman and Tyburn our merits proclaim.  
destruction still treads on the heels of the bad, &c.    

Our work we so plied, that in very few days,  
We resolved a good round sum of money to raise,  
Whi●h being obtained a plot we designed,  
To trip or● the Ocean, where none should us find,  
But alas ●ur hard fate,  
Has quiter altered our state,  
We find by sad proof now although 'tis too late,  

That to ou● sweet meat sour sauce must be had,  
For the Halter attends all the Knights of the pad.    

The Country alarmed with what we had done,  
They 〈◇〉 in each man that could handle a Gun,  
With sw●●ds,& with Flayls,& with Halberts al rusty  
With dead-●●ing R●piers and Cudgels were trusty,  
In Van, Flanck, and rear,  
They round us appear,  
Which yet could not cause our hold Spirits to fear  

Destruction thus, &c.    

A courageous retreat we resolved for to make,  
For well we perceived that our lives lay at stake,  
And thence we conblude it a nobler thing,  
To fall by the Sword then to peep through a string.  
We fought all the way,  
To Hampstead that day.  
And often shifted Horses to make the less stay,  

but still 'tis in vain, &c.    

Two poor men we slay whose deplorable sake,  
With grief fi●ls our souls,& it makes our hearts ache,  
With sighs& wi●h te●rs we beg mercy of Heaven,  
Th●t Crime and all others may quiter be forgiven.  
Which if we procure,  
We will gladly endure,  
Our punishment h●re, and esteem them a Cure:  

Though vile we have been,& most shameful our story  
True repentance may waft from the Gibit to glory.    

Though long we resisted yet wounded full sore,  
At l●st we grew faint and could hold out no more,  
But str●ightly confined to Newgate we came,  
Where one by his death was released from shane.  
The rest on fair trial,  
Beyond all denial,  
Were clearly convicted& now they must die all.  

Thus to our sweet meat, &c.    

Thus may our Eample to all be a warning,  
And serve for each young-mans instruction& learning;  
Be honest& just,& not wast time and leisure,  
In riot, Deb●uchness, and wantoning pleasure:  
For see what sad gains,  
Ore of us obtains,  
His body it must be consumed in Chains.  

Destruction still treads on the heels, &c.     

Printed for P. Brook by in West-smith-field.