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Broadside entitled 'Lamentation of Mary Braid'
Who is to Executed at Edinburgh, on Monday the 17th day of February, and
This town of late has been the seen
Of deeds too horrid for to name,
Even history blushes to afford
A space their occurrence to record.
Of heathen lands we have heard narrate
Foul deeds which freeze the blood to state ;
But lo! within this Christian land.
We equal deeds can now command
Of Burke and Hare we have all heard tell,
Who, murdering, did their victims sell
To surgeons of the first repute
Who thought they'd naturally died?
Of Emond, whom sly vengeance drew
To kill his sister and neice too ;
And Howison, who, through wanton malice,
At Cramond slew poor Widow Geddes
Besides the list of later worthies,
Namely, M'Court, and Gow. and Beveridge,
Who, to get rid each of his wife,
Made use of poker, tongs, of knife.
Though all of these they were detected,
And each his crime has expiated
By shameful death?-yet, strange to say,
Like deeds are acted at this day.
As witness now the double crime,
As on my bed I lay last night,
Within the prison's darksome gloom,
As thus she sat in deep sorrow drowned,
Her frail body with many a chain being bound,
Beside her stood,in anxious thought,
Her brother, partner of her guilt.
Their looks betrayed their inward pain,
As they struggled a self-command to gain
To take a last and solemn farewell
Of each other they loved so fatally well.
At length spake the brother, while his tears ran down,
Oh, all who hear of my sad state,
Oh, pity my dire case,
Deprived of human bliss.
Oh. if my days were to begin,
1 to the world would shew
Wherein destroyers go.
Bin, ah ! these days are past .and gone !
In fetters here 1 lye,
By men condemned to die.
Because God's laws I did transgress,
But fled the paths of righteousness
Tormenting thoughts oppress my heart,
While I think on my ways;
That have cut short my days.
And sure the vengeance it will come,
And on my head will full,
Deliver me from, thrall.
O, therefore,, holy Son of God,
Do thou my soul relieve
On thy redemption I depend ;
0 cast me not away;
But shield my soul, and me defend
And then of death's devouring pangs
I will not be afraid ;
When then by thine own righteous laws,
Who hear of my sad fate,
Before it is too late.
So that with you it may be well,
And may with samts and angels dwell,
Remember, Lord, how short a time
On earth I've to remain.
May death to me be gain.
O let the prisoner's sighs ascend,
Before thy throne on high,
That are condemned to die.
O then give ear to what I say.
Seek God to be your guide;
And truth keep on your side.
For if you suffer passions strong
To triumph over you.
The lost and guilty crew,
Who've trampled on God's holy laws,
And his precepts cast behind,
Cannot one comfort find.
Sanderson, Printer, Edinburgh.
Date of publication:
1834 shelfmark: F.3.a.13(117)