I know the 1850 Frimley vicarage murder is a regular topic on here, but I hadnt seen there was a ballad, of all things about it..... The Ballad Of all the crimes on Earth the worst, Foul murder is of all accursed, Assassins are by all abhorred, Despised by men, condemned by God. We are condemned and death is nigh, And in two dismal cells we lie, James Jones and Harwood: it is true, Weve murder done, no pity knew. A minister of God weve slain, For sake of gold, mans curse and bane, Poor Mr Hollest kind and good, We left him weltering in his blood. To Frimley Grove, twas there we went, On robbing we were fully bent, The rectors house we soon broke in, And then to plunder did begin. With faces masked, disguised to all, And pistols loaded well with ball, Like vile assassins on we crept, To where the good old couple slept. But Mrs Hollest struggled brave, And nobly fought their lives to save, Undaunted, boldly bore her part, A woman with a warriors heart. Her husband had one ruffian down, And held him firmly on the ground, The coward wretch for help did call, Twas then the other fired his ball. Thy wound was fatal, good old man, Thy blood in streams around it ran, We both escaped while thou didst bleed, And now we suffer for the deed. How could we thus such monsters prove, To murder those whom all did love? To want thou didst assistance lend, And ever was the poor mans friend. Widows weep thy loss: they mourn, The only friend they had is gone, And orphans tears they quickly fall, For thou a fathers been to all. And Mrs Hollest? She was kind, Distress in her a friend did find, Her sole delight it seemed to be, To dry the tears of misery. So we confess the crimes weve done, Is there no hope on Earth? Theres none, Grim death will drag us to the tomb, A scaffold is the murderers doom. planetslade/broadside-ballads-jones-and-harwood.html
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 12:18:56 +0000
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