There did I lye with a grieved minde, Ah woe is me, &c. Although the keeper was gentle and kinde, Be warned yong, &c. Yet was he not so kinde as I, To let me be at libertie. Lord, &c. At last the shiriffe of Yorke-shire came, Ah woe is me, &c. And in a warrant he had my name. Be warned yong, &c. Said he at Yorke thou must be tride, With me therefore hence must thou ride. Lord, &c. Like pangues of death his words did sound: Ah woe is me, &c. My hands and armes full fast he bound. Be warned, &c. Good sir, quoth I, I had rather stay, I have no heart to ride that way. Lord, &c. When no entreaty might prevaile, Ah woe is me, &c. I calde for beere, for wine and ale; Be warned, &c. And when my heart was in wofull case, I drunke to my friends with a smiling face. Lord, &c. With clubs and staves I was garded then; Ah woe is me, &c. I never before had such waiting men; Be warned, &c. If they had ridden before amaine, Beshrew me if I had cald them againe. Lord, &c. And when into Yorke that I was come, Ah, &c. Each one on me did passe their doome; Be war, &c. And whilst you live this sentence note, Evill men can never have good report. Lord, &c. Before the judges when I was brought, Ah woe is me, &c. Be sure I had a carefull thought, Be, &c. Nine score inditements and seaventeene Against me there was read and seene. Lord, &c. And each of these was fellony found, Ah woe is me, &c. Which did my heart with sorrow wound, Be, &c. What should I heerein longer stay, For this I was condemned that day. Lord, &c. My death each houre I do attend; Ah woe is me. In prayer and tears my time I spend: Be, &c. And all my loving friends this day I do intreate for me to pray. Lord, &c. I have deserved long since to die: Ah woe, &c. A viler sinner livde not then I, Be, &c. On friends I hopte my life to save, But I am fittest for my grave. Lord, &c. Adue my loving friends, each one: Ah woe is me, woe is me, for my great folly! Thinke on my words when I am gone. Be warned yong wantons, &c. When on the ladder you shall me view, Thinke I am neerer heaven then you. Lord, &c. Finis. Hutton. Printed at London for Thomas Millington. 1598. [1] OLD BALLADS, Edited by J. Payne Collier, Esq., F.S.A.--_The Percy Society._ EXECUTION OF THE CONSPIRATORS. On Thursday, the 30th of January, 1605, Sir Everard Digby, Robert Winter, John Grant, and Thomas Bates, were executed at the West End of St. Paul’s; and the next day, January 31, Thomas Winter, Ambrose Rookwood, Robert Keyes, and Guido Fawkes, were executed in the Old Palace Yard, over against the Parliament House, Westminster, Conspirators in the Powder Plot.