. The Roxburghe ballads. ht:Poor soul! he little thought of villains sought his blood to spill. 24 His Grace he was no sooner gone, But this sad accident befell,By Villains he was set upon, Neer to a place thats calld Hellish minds they did fulfill,And there his precious blood did spill. 30 Up to the Coach these Villains ride, As by his Servants it is said,With Weapons which they did provide,Whilst he, poor soul! was not afraid :For harmless souls ner fear no ill,While villains seek their blood to spill. 36 Meeting with him, as they desired, Their Hellish courage then
. The Roxburghe ballads. ht:Poor soul! he little thought of villains sought his blood to spill. 24 His Grace he was no sooner gone, But this sad accident befell,By Villains he was set upon, Neer to a place thats calld Hellish minds they did fulfill,And there his precious blood did spill. 30 Up to the Coach these Villains ride, As by his Servants it is said,With Weapons which they did provide,Whilst he, poor soul! was not afraid :For harmless souls ner fear no ill,While villains seek their blood to spill. 36 Meeting with him, as they desired, Their Hellish courage then grew hot,Into his Coach at him they fired,And into his belly him they shot:And so, like Villains, him they killd,And his most precious blood they spilld. 42 1 This is amusing enough, because notoriously false, his private life havingbeen disgraceful, like that of other Monmouthites. Party spite, that blackensopponents, attempted to whitewash even so dingy a creature as Tom Thynne. The Matchless Murder of Tom Thynne. 113. Away like Villains then they fled, With horror doubtless in their mind ;This worthy soul, three quarters dead,Bleeding i th Coach they left behind :Now had the Villains got their will,That sought his precious blood to spill. 48 When these unwelcome tydings cameTo noble Monmouths wondrino: ear,His courage, which none er could tame,Did on a suddain plain appear ; He strait pursued those that did spill Mis precious blood that thought no ill. 54 This noble Hero did all night Pursue these murtherers all in vain,Till Sol with his resplendant lightDid to our sight return again : But could not find those that did kill That harmless soul as thought no ill. GO But Heaven did presently find outWhat lovely Monmouth could not do ; Twas well he was the Coach gone out,Or he might have been murthered too :I fear that they who this squire killd, Poor Jamevs blood would feign have spilld. [*•*■ M,°,n •> t/ u j. l_mouths. These Villains they were seizd at last, And bro
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