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Broadside entitled 'Speech and Dying Words of John Dalgleish, Lock man alias Hang-man of Edinburgh'
S P E E C H
And dying Words of John Dalgleish, Lock
WHEN Hangie saw Death drawing near,
said to his wife,
Fra' this frail Life.
Now sin I find my Pith dccay,
Before you all,
For a poor Saul.
First, I was a Horse-Couper bred,
To gain the Lour,
llk a half Hour.
Quoth I, this Pouney's Eight Years auld,
Fit for the Work;
An Hunder Mark,
But now, with meikle Shame I tell,
Blind of his Eyes,
He a ught not rise.
The next Trade I took up, ye ken,
In our Good-Town:
The Pat play'd broun.
Ay when I into Kitchens came,
Or Apple Tart;
To warm my Heart.
The Servants a' were kind to me,
Era' a' the rest;
Whith a' contest.
When Water-Wives began a Pother,
A' Dirt and Clay:
To end the Fray.
. I had ay Money for to len,
For ev'ry Hunder Pound took Ten
The perfect greed
Took up the Trade of Hanging Men
For better bread
For Greed of Geir, I turnd Jack-catch;
My Daughter lost a dainty Match,
Whan I was plac'd :
Was fair disgrac'd.
Na' mair a fine Parad I'll mak,
0 ! I grew faine
Alak, I'm ga's.
Ye'll never see poor Hangie mair,
To lose my Post, my Heart's right fair,
It was fa' fat.
Wha in the Town could tell my Tale;
Fear'd for the Gallows.
When a the Brewers were run dry,
And Drunkards gae he wearie cry,
Came louping in, few Fock went by,
The Kirk on sunday was nae thranger ;
Sae spoil my craft
Whan Spouse turnd fu', my Fist's did bang her,
And put her daft.
He cried thro' Fear, as fu's an Egg,
And spare my Life
The Webster's Wife.
But O ! I find, it's a' in vain,
I sink like Leads
Let every Ane gae hang their ain,
F I N I S
Probable date published:
1727- shelfmark: S.302.b.2(057)