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Good people all I pray attend to what I now relate
Condemned in Warwick to await my sad untimely fate
For a cruel crime that I have done I am condemned to die
A death of shame and public scorn upon the gallows high
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die
On the twelth day of November I met my lawful wife
Persuaded her to walk with me and then I took her life
With a knife I did conceal as you shall quickly hear
I cut and mangled her full sore and murdered my own dear
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die
A murder of the blackest dye does stain thy guilty name
My friends and dear relations I brought to grief and shame
God bless my little infant that I have left behind
He cannot help what I have done to him be good and kind
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die
In Coventry I was brought up but now my glass is run
How bitterly I now repent the deed that I have done
The victim of my cruelty placed confidence in me
And well I do deserve to die upon the gallows tree
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die
The few short days I have to live they soon will pass away
May she in heaven mercy find who life I took away
From drinking and bad company young men I pray refrain
And be advised by one who now must die a death of shame
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die
Condemned in Warwick to await my sad untimely fate
For a cruel crime that I have done I am condemned to die
A death of shame and public scorn upon the gallows high
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die
On the twelth day of November I met my lawful wife
Persuaded her to walk with me and then I took her life
With a knife I did conceal as you shall quickly hear
I cut and mangled her full sore and murdered my own dear
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die
A murder of the blackest dye does stain thy guilty name
My friends and dear relations I brought to grief and shame
God bless my little infant that I have left behind
He cannot help what I have done to him be good and kind
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die
In Coventry I was brought up but now my glass is run
How bitterly I now repent the deed that I have done
The victim of my cruelty placed confidence in me
And well I do deserve to die upon the gallows tree
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die
The few short days I have to live they soon will pass away
May she in heaven mercy find who life I took away
From drinking and bad company young men I pray refrain
And be advised by one who now must die a death of shame
Upon dread Warwick scaffold high
John Kington is condemned to die