The Midwife of Poplar's Sorrowful Confession and Lamentation in Newgate Who was Condemned to Dye for that Horrid and Unheard of Murder, which she committed on the Bodys of several young infants, whom she Starved to Death, and was accordingly Executed for the same in Holbourn, upon the 23d. of this instant October, 1693.

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The Midwife of Poplar's
Sorrowful Confession and Lamentation in Newgate
Who was Condemned to Dye for that Horrid and Unheard of Murder, which she
committed on the Bodys of several young infants, whom she Starved to Death,
and was accordingly Executed for the same in Holbourn, upon the 23d. of this
instant October, 1693.

Tune of, Russels last Farewel. Licensed according to Order.

I Am the worst of Women-kind,
Compton it is my Name,
I was to Cruelty inclin'd,
and do Repent the same,
But Oh! I wish I ne're had done
that wicked deed, for why,
My Thread of Life is almost spun,
now I'm Condemn'd to dye.

In Poplar near fair London Town,
'twas there that I did dwell,
My Murders calls just Vengeance down,
for they do far excel
The worst of Villains in the Land,
as e'ery one may own,
The very truth to understand
would melt a heart of stone.

For three and thirty years ago,
I Midwife did begin,
And of late years assurely know,
I have been murdering;
Sweet Infants from their Mothers Womb,
Oh! wretched Creature, I
Starving did make their Dismal Doom,
for which I now must dye.

My maid and I did go from Home,
as being not afraid,
And left three Children all alone,
thus was I then betray'd,
A little Boy and Girl I left,
to Nurse an infant young,
Who was of life almost bereft,
thus I the Babes did wrong.

I left none but Water and Cheese,
to feed the Babe that cry'd,
At which sad grief did greatly seize
Neighbours on e'ery side,
The Boy he told unto them then,
that they might find two more,
Young Infants in a basket dead,
upon a shelf below.

This sight did much amaze them all,
so soon as they were found,
Vermin did there about them craul,
as they lay above ground,
Then they dug up the Cellar floor,
directed by the Boy,
And there they found two or three more,
all which I did destroy.

The Babe that in the Cradle lay,
did cry for Nourishment,
They put it out to Nurse straightway,
who soon to dress it went,
And as she took the Linnen off
to dress it unto bed,
The very Ears were rotted off
from this poor Infants head.

O Cruel Wretch, what shall I do,
a Monster to all good,
That could my bloody hands imbrew
in little Infants blood,
How could I slumber Night or Day,
or take one wink of rest,
While pritty Murther'd Infants lay,
which might my sleep molest.

But I alas! was Seiz'd at last,
and unto Justice brought,
And as along the Streets I past,
I was with passion fraught,
I at my Tryal did appear,
and am Condemn'd to dye,
The Laws cannot be too severe
for such a Wretch as I.

And I account e're long must give,
of my Offenses here,
Unto that great and mighty Judge,
who will e're long appear,
How shall I look him in the face,
or from his presence fly,
I have quite spent my day of Grace,
who am Condemn'd to dye.

Printed for J. Bissel, at the Bible and Harp in West-Smith-Field.