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MURDER UPON MURDER
[The] Son, the Father murdereth,
[th]e Father kills the Son, [T]wixt man and man there's such debate, [Wh]ich in the end brings mortall hate. O murder, &c.
3 The mother loseth her owne life,
cause she her child doth kill, And some men in their drunkennesse,
[the]ir deare friends blood doth spill, [And] many more, through greedy gaine, [The] brother hath the brother slaine. [O mjurder, &c.
4 [But t]o the story now in hand,
[the] truth I will declare, [Whe]n God leaues man vnto himselfe,
[of S]athan then beware, [A]s doth Sherwood truely finde, [Who] vnto murder bent his mind. [O murjder, &c.
5 A man of honest parentage,
traind vp to husbandry, But weary of that honest life,
to London he did hye: Where to his dismall wofull Fate, He chose a Queane for his copesmate. O murder, &c.
6 One Canbery Besse in Turnball-street,
on him did cast an eye, And prayd him to giue her some drinke,
as he was passing by: O too too soone he gaue consent, And for the same doth now repent. O murder, &c.
7 For by alluring tempting bates,
she sotted so his minde, |
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