=Luke Hutton’s Lamentation: which he wrote the day before his death, being condemned to be Hanged at Yorke this last Assises for his robberies and trespasses committed.= TO THE TUNE OF “WANDERING AND WAVERING.” I am a poore prisoner condemned to dye, Ah woe is me, woe is me, for my great folly! Fast fettred in yrons in place where I lie. Be warned yong wantons, hemp passeth green holly. My parents were of good degree, By whom I would not counselled be. Lord Jesu forgive me, with mercy releeve me, Receive, O sweet Saviour, my spirit unto thee. My name is Hutton, yea Luke of bad life, Ah woe is me, woe is me, for my great folly! Which on the high way did rob man and wife, Be warned yong wantons, &c. Inticed by many a gracelesse mate, Whose counsel I repent too late. Lord, &c. Not twentie yeeres old, alas, was I, Ah woe is me, woe is me, &c., When I begun this fellonie. Be warned yong wantons, &c. With me went still twelve yeomen tall, Which I did my twelve Apostles call. Lord, &c. There was no squire nor barron bold, Ah woe is me, woe is me, for my great folly! That rode the way with silver or gold, Be warned yong wantons, &c. But I and my twelve Apostles gaie Would lighten their load ere they went away. Lord, &c. This newes procured my kins-folkes griefe, Ah woe is me, woe is me! They hearing I was a famous theefe, Be warned yong wantons. They wept, they wailde, they wrong their hands, That thus I should hazard life and lands. Lord, &c. They made me a jaylor a little before, Ah woe, &c. To keep in prison offenders store; Be warned, &c. But such a jaylor was never none, I went and let them out everie one. Lord, &c. I wist their sorrow sore grieved me, Ah, woe is me, &c. Such proper men should hanged be, Be warned yong, &c. My office ther I did defie, And ran away for company. Lord, &c. Three yeeres I lived upon the spoile, Ah woe is me, &c. Giving many a carle the foile, Be warned yong, &c. Yet never did I kil man nor wife, Though lewdly long I led my life. Lord, &c. But all too bad my deedes hath been, Ah woe is me, &c. Offending my country and my good queene, Be warned yong, &c. All men in Yorke-shire talke of me; A stronger theefe there could not be. Lord, &c. Upon S. Lukes day was I borne, Ah woe, &c. Whom want of grace hath made a scorne, Be war, &c. In honor of my birth day then, I robd in a bravery nineteen men. Lord, &c. The country weary to beare this wronge, Ah woe is me, &c. With huse and cries pursude me long, Be war, &c. Though long I scapt, yet loe at last, London, I was in Newgate cast. Lord, &c.