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 No more did he ill use me, but gently he sat down

Then gave me a rich present, a beautiful new gown,

A shawl that cost a guinea note, fine tea & sugar sweet,

And says, my dear, will you prepare and bathe my wearied feet.

My servant girl did then prepare hot water instantly,

And I bathed my loving husband all from top to toe.

He says, my dear I'll go to bed, my limbs are very cold.

And with my flannel petticoat I his limbs infold.

He stripped off his clothes, and immediately lay down

The sore fatigue and warm bed, soon drove him in a swoon.

I called then on Edgar, who without fear or dread,

Struck the sleeping victim with a hatchet on the head

Then with a bloody violence, without the least control

The walls were stained with his blood, in pieces broke his scull,

I laid on with the kettle as long as I found life,

And I cut his throat from ear to ear with a penknife.

Then Edgar being satisfied with what we both had done,

He fled unto his family the murder for to shun

I made such noise that did surprise my neighbours by day light,

My house is robed, my husband killed, by black faces last night.

But we were apprehended, and laid in Armagh gaol

To lament in discontent, but thought would get free

Because there were no witnesses did see our cruelty,

But great lord Gosford vowed revenge that hanged we should be.