First lines: Come all you tender christians, I pray you lend an ear, / As I am locked in a dismal cell, the truth I will declare. Printed: Cork: [Catherine] Haly.

Laments | Ballads, English--Ireland | Murder

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First lines: Come, all you tender christians, I hope you will draw near, / To a sorrowful lamintation [sic] I mean to let you hear.

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First lines: Come all you Roman Catholics that hear this dreadful news, / To join in my petition I hope [sic] you will not refuse.Printed: Belfast: Alex. Mayne.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Murder | Ireland--History--19th century

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First lines: You heart-broken sisters where every you be, / Attend here with patience and listen to me.

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First lines: You feeling-heated Christians, I pray you will draw nigh, / And likewise pay attention to those few lines I write.

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Declaration of James Spollen.

Ireland--History--19th century | Murder | Spollen, James

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First lines: Good people all attention pay until I sing a song, / About the Spollen's whom I think have acted very wrong.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Murder | Ireland--History--19th century

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First lines: Come all you tender christians attend unto my theme / It will draw tears down from your eyes while I relate the same.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Murder | Ireland--Social conditions--19th century

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First lines: You feeling-hearted christians, now listen unto me, / While I relate two murders in one poor family. Printed: Cork: [Catherine] Haly.

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First lines: You landsmen all on you I call & gallant seamen bold / This horrid murder on the sea will make your blood run cold. Printed: Cork: [Catherine] Haly.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Murder | Ireland--History--19th century

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First lines: You celebrated muses, that never cease perusing, / Assist my weak confusion with hearts most kind and free.Printed: Dublin: [John F.] Nugent.

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First lines: Come all you Roman Catholics thrt [sic] hear this dreadful news, / To join in my petition I hope you'll not refuse.Imperfect, torn affecting text.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Murder | Ireland--History--19th century

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