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<DATE>2014-10-03</DATE>
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<NAME>Simon Charles</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch Z140411.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<STC T="W">L285aa</STC>
<STC T="G">c.121.g.9[120]</STC>
<STC T="C">T1563</STC>
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<HEAD>The LAMENTATION Of MARY BUTCHER, Now confined in WORCESTER-CITY-GOAL, on Su&s;picion of murdering her Male Ba&s;tard Child, in April la&s;t.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YE blooming Maids I pray give Ear</L>
<L>To what I lay before ye,</L>
<L>I am a young Woman, you &s;hall hear</L>
<L>A melancholy Story:</L>
<L>I by a fal&s;e Man was with Child,</L>
<L>Which cau&s;ed all my Woe;</L>
<L>His treach'rous Tongue did me beguile,</L>
<L>And prov'd my Overthrow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My new-born Infant I did de&s;troy,</L>
<L>In Grief I'm now &s;urrounded,</L>
<L>Likewi&s;e the Man that me betray'd,</L>
<L>His Sen&s;es are confounded:</L>
<L>Mary Butcher it is my Name,</L>
<L>In Tears I now do own it,</L>
<L>Being delivered by my&s;elf,</L>
<L>I in a Dunghill threw it.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So now ob&s;erve, my pretty Maids,</L>
<L>And mind the Application,</L>
<L>And &s;hun the ba&s;e deceitful Man,</L>
<L>Let what will be his Station;</L>
<L>Some only court their Will to gain,</L>
<L>Which oftimes prove our Ruin;</L>
<L>Shame and Di&s;grace to all our Friends,</L>
<L>And ends in our Undoing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mind not their flattering fawning Tongues,</L>
<L>Which make young Girls adore them,</L>
<L>The hone&s;t Youth, tho' e'er &s;o poor,</L>
<L>Is a thou&s;and Times before them.</L>
<L>Your Parents mind for to obey,</L>
<L>And what your Friends advi&s;es,</L>
<L>For Trouble always come to tho&s;e,</L>
<L>Who good Advice de&s;pi&s;es.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Young Maidens now a Warning take,</L>
<L>By my unhappy Fate,</L>
<L>No Pre&s;ents from the Men accept,</L>
<L>But &s;hun the gilded Bait.</L>
<L>I very &s;oon did prove with Child,</L>
<L>I knew it to my Shame;</L>
<L>No Comfort then I e'er could get,</L>
<L>And then my&s;elf did blame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Poor Wretch! I thought to hide my Shame</L>
<L>For fear my Friends &s;hould know it,</L>
<L>But by the Murder now you &s;ee</L>
<L>To Multitudes I &s;how it;</L>
<L>So think of me young Women all,</L>
<L>Who in Wor'&s;ter City Goal's confin'd,</L>
<L>Till the great A&s;&s;ize comes on,</L>
<L>For to take my Trial I mu&s;t be re&s;ign'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh! think of this, ye youthful Maidens</L>
<L>If e'er it's your unhappy Lot,</L>
<L>To be &s;educ'd, on all Occa&s;ions,</L>
<L>Then from your Friends pray hide it not;</L>
<L>You &s;urely will find &s;ome to pity,</L>
<L>If that you act a Mother's Part,</L>
<L>'Tis better with it go a begging,</L>
<L>Than a Con&s;cience to feel the Smart.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So how can I expect to have,</L>
<L>In this World any Favour,</L>
<L>I've broke the Laws of God and Man,</L>
<L>All through my Ill Behaviour.</L>
<L>From Time to Time run on in Sin,</L>
<L>But now at la&s;t I'm taken,</L>
<L>And put in Pri&s;on where I lie,</L>
<L>All Friends has me for&s;aken.</L>
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