The Brick-makers Lamentation from New-gate:
OR, A true Report of the Indicting, Arraignment, Tryal, 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 Tryal, and Sentence they are to undergoe, exprest as followeth.
The Tune is,
Packingtons Pound.
GOod people come hither and listen a while,
I'le 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 declar'd;
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 déed.
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 Carrouse,
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 Fellony for this bold act.
They call'd 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 tryd
A Iudge and a Jury this déed should deside;
A Court there was call'd,
The Cryer he bawl'd
And there with his flounder mouth loudly he yaul'd;
And then on the bench for a judge there set down
One in a red wastecoat which serv'd for a gown.
A Iudge and a Iury, and Clarks did appear,
a Sheriff and also a Hangman was there,
The Iudge 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 chéese which he sav'd for a toast,
And that
Richard Lambart had taken his peck.
Who for it deserv'd to be noos'd by the neck.
FOr this he had sentance by which he was forst
To be burnt in y
e hand with an apple hot roast
And afterwards he on that apple must féed,
This Sentance he had for his Fellonious déed;
But now comes the worst
More bad then the first,
Poor
Richard his fortune it was so accurst;
A Witness held forth, and he there did declare,
That
Richard spoke Treason and he did it hear.
He said the Kings drums they did make a great sound
But in y
e midst of them no guts to be found,
And that the Kings 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 Rases what ever was laid:
And that y
e Kings Goshauks had got no more foul
Then is in the night-bird that's called an Owl.
This was the Indictment on which he was try'd,
The Iury was sworn on a Brickbat beside,
The Evidence there did make it out plain
And
Lambart away from the Bar he was tane;
Their Iury went out,
And brought it about,
That
Lambart was guilty of Treason no doubt:
And then by the Iudge he was sentenc'd, that he,
Should hang by the neck on the
Tiborn Trée.
A Clay cart they got, and a horse in't beside,
And put
Lambart in it, and him fast down ty'd,
And then unto'th Gallows they do him convey,
With a Guard of their Off
[...]cers all on the way,
A Brickbat to read,
As they did proceed,
And then on the Gallows they hang'd him indéed:
Thus have you heard of the
Brick-makers Court,
who hang men in earnest, and count it their sport.
A Groom of the Kings stables came riding y
e way,
Séeing this revel rout to them did say,
I sée 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 mothers Son.
The Iudge and the Hangman was tane in the act
And two of the Iury-men 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
New-gate they are,
Remaining in care,
Of farther punishment they are in fear:
And thus you have heard of y
e
Brick-makers Court
Who hang men in earnest & count it their sport.
London, Printed for Phillip Brooksby, next door to the Ball in West Smithfield.