Inhumane, & Cruel Bloody News from Leeds in York-shire.
Being a True Relation of a Young man which Intic't an other Man's Wife from London, down into the Country; which after some time he most Barbarously Murthered in a most frightful manner, in a Desart place, neer Leeds, Cutting her Tongue and her Eyes out of her Head, her Throat being Cutt from Ear to Ear; and after all this, being not satisfied, Rips her open, and takes a Child out of her Womb, laying it down by her side: This being done, he took Horse and was coming for London; but the Murder being found he was Pursued and Taken, and sent to York Castle, where he must lye till the next Lent Assizes, and then receive his due Punishment. This being Written in the mean time for a Warning Piece to all Young-Women, to be careful how they be Trappan'd by false and deceitful Young men.
With Allowance, Jan. 4. Ro. L'Estrange.
The Tune is, The Bleeding Heart, &c.
ALas what times here be,
For men to live so sinfully;
Nothing but wickedness doth reign
In peoples hearts, we find it plain;
The Devil prompts men unto sin,
And to amend they'l not begin,
Till Iustice over takes them streight,
Then they repent when 'tis too late;
God grant us Grace, and keep us free,
From Murther and Adultery.
But now my Subject to indite,
It doth my Muses sore affright;
And forceth me to shed a tear,
For me to write what you shall hear:
'Tis of a Young-man, I may say,
Which did his Parents not obey;
But like a Crafty, cuning Elf,
Despis'd his Friends, ruin'd himself:
God grant us Grace, &c.
This man to Lust was so inclin'd,
And for to satisfie his mind,
Did covit straight anothers wife,
For which no doubt he'l lose his life:
Her Husband being gone to Sea,
He often kept her company:
And Night and Day was at her still,
His wicked mind for to fullfil:
God give us Grace; &c.
Alas! quoth she, this must not be,
My Husband being now at Sea,
And I but lately Married am,
Pray don't a weak woman Trapan:
qd. he, my dear there's none shall know
My tender love which I will show;
If thou lov'st me, as I do thee,
Thou ever shall live happily:
God grant us Grace, & keep us free,
From Murther and Adultery.
The Second Part, to the same Tun [...]
I pray good Sir your suit forbear,
Whence forward come not me near
I would not for Riches great store,
You should come nigh me any more:
Although she often said him nay,
No rest she took for him night nor day,
Vntil a promise she exprest,
To satisfie his Wickedness;
God grant us grace, and keep us free,
From Murther and Adultery.
Quoth he my dear do not you fear,
Travel with me into
York-Shire;
There I have means for to maintain,
Both thee and I from friends disdain:
For none shall know where we do go,
I will secure thee from grief and woe,
Such flattering words she did not deny
But went with him in a strange country.
Then God grant us grace, &c.
Where they some time liv'd free from strife,
All took them to be Man and Wife,
The Woman she grew big with child,
By him which had her thus beguil'd;
She often charg'd him to take heed,
Pray don't forsake me in time of need;
Remember now your Oaths to me,
And loving be in my extremity:
Then God grant us grace, &c.
He valli'd not her words that time,
But studied an inhumane crime;
The Devil tempts him night and day,
How for to take her Life away:
He had her to a Private place,
And being void of fear and grace,
Into her Throat he put his Knife,
Which ended this poor womans life:
Then God grant us grace, &c.
He cuts her mouth from ear to ear,
Not thinking vengeance was so near;
Then out her eyes he straight did bore,
Also her tongue in peices tore;
Her womb he ript open so wide,
Then laid the baby by her side;
This wicked wretch having so done,
Takes Horse and speedily was gone,
Then God grant us grace, &c.
But murder which crys loud on high,
For vengeance takes him speedily;
And brings him back at that same time,
To answer for his bloody crime;
Vnto a Iustice he did confess,
His bloody deed of Wickedness;
Then to
York-Castle he was sent,
God give him grace for to repent:
God grant us grace, &c.
Young Maids and Wives I pray ye all,
Take warning by this womans fall;
Don't yeild to flattering speeches fair,
And of lewd young-men have a care;
Also you that Husbands have,
Yeild to no tongue that comes to crave
You to defile your Marriage Bed,
Take warning here, be not misled;
God grant us grace, and keep us free,
From Murther and Adultery.
FINIS.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.