THE TOWN QF NEW ROCHELLE. 



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"Ye LAMENTABLE BALLAD AND Ye TRUE HISTORIE OP CAP- 

 TAINE ROBERT KIDD, WHO WAS HANGED IN CHAINS AT EX- 

 ECUTION DOCK, FOR PIRACY AND MURDER ON Ye HIGH 



SEAS.' 



You captains bold and brave, bear our cries, bear our cries, 

 You captains bold and brave, hear our cries, 



You captains brave and bold, tbo' you seem uncontroll'd, 

 Don't for the sake of gold lose your souls, lose your souls, 

 Don't for the sake of gold lose your souls. 



My name was Robert Kidd, when I sail'd, when I sail'd, 



My name was Robert Kidd, when I sail'd, 

 My name was Robert Kidd, God's laws I did forbid, 



And so wickedly I did, when I sail'd, 



My parents taught me well, when I sail'd, when I sail'd, 



My parents taught me well, when I sail'd, 

 My parents taught me well to shun the gates of hell, 



But against them I rebell'd when I sail'd. 



I cursed my father dear, when I sail'd, when I sail'd, 



I cursed my father dear, when I sail'd, 

 I cursed my father dear and her that did me bear, 



And so wickedly did swear, when I sail'd. 



I made a solemn vow when I sail'd, when I sail'd, 



I made a solemn vow when I sail'd, 

 I made a solemn vow, to God I would not bow, 



Nor myself one prayer allow, as I sail'd. 



I'd a Bible in my hand when I sail'd, when I sail'd, 



I'd a Bible in my hand when I sail'd, 

 I'd a Bible in my hand by my father's great command, 



And I sunk it in the sand when I sail'd. 



I murdered William Moore, as I sail'd, as I sail'd, 



I murdered William Moore, as I sad'd, 

 I murdered William Moore, and left him in his gore, 



Not many leagues from shore as I sail'd. 



And being cruel still, as I sail'd, as I sail'd. 



And being cruel still, as I sail'd, 

 And being cruel still, my gunner I did kill, 



And his precious blood did spill, as I sail'd. 



My mate was sick and died as I sail'd, as I sail'd, 



My mate was sick and died as I sail'd, 

 May mate was sick and died, which me much terrified, 



When he called me to his bedside as I sail'd. 



He calleth upon 

 the captains. 



He stateth Ms 

 name and acknowl- 

 edged his wicked- 

 ness. 



He beareth wit- 

 ness of the good 

 counsel of Ms par- 

 ents. 



He curseth Ms fa- 

 ther and Ms mother 

 dear. 



And blaspheme- 

 meth against God. 



He burieth the 

 Good Book hi the 

 Band. 



And murdereth 

 Wihiam Moore. 



And, also, cruelly 

 killeth the gunner. 



His mate, being 

 about to die, re- 

 penteth, and warn- 

 eth Mm in his ca- 

 reer. 



