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Broadside entitled 'Robert Stirrat's'
Confession of the Murder of his own
The morning was calm,and a dawned with joy,
To the hearts of the weary,now freed from em-
And the day it was sacred, to rest set apart,
When Stirrat resolved to pierce his aunt's heart,
With the eye of a Demon he watched the day.
And fix'd on his plan, he in silence doth wait,
Till a fit hour arrived for sealing her fate.
The widow, worn out, lieth down for repose,
And looks, with blood, his vile hands now might
With an axe in his hand he proceeds to her bed.
And , with this bloody weapon, he lays her quite
He plunder'd the house and then went away.
For his guilty mind would not allow him to stay.
He flies to the change-house to seek for relief,
Should he be suspected, he was not to blame.
Of such a soul deed, and to hide his own shame.
And he , to escape, then to Gourock did fly,
In hopes that some vessel would quickly draw
He hop'd to arrive in some far distant clime,
And escape from the punishment due to his crime,
But the strict hand or justice did mar his career,
He had, while in Gourock, committed a crime.
Which led to his seizure at the very time,
When the servants to justice had some hint of the
And thought it was Stirrat, who from Glasgow
They soon recogniz'd him, and brought him away,
And into a carriage, without more delay,
They brought him to Glasgow, and while there
The murder so horrid, it makes our blood cold.
Which came streaming from her, like unto a flood
His guilt having own'd he now lieth in jail,
The sad shocking end of his aunt to bewail;
Of one who esteemed him and was his support,
Be warned all ye, who this tragedy read,
And never be prompted to such a base deed ;
Such actions a this for a time may be done,
But they will be found out, and made clear as
wm, CARSE, Printer.
Date of publication:
1831 shelfmark: Ry.III.a.2(108)