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THE ARRAIGNMENT OF JOHN FLODDER
To the tune of Fortune my foe.
i BRaue Windham late, whom Fortune did adorne, With Buildings fayre, & fresh as Sommers morne: To coale-blacke Ashes now, quite burned downe, May sorrowing say, I was a gallant Towne.
2 Yea all my state and glory is put by,
For mourning on the ground my Buildings lye: My Goods consum'd, my Dwellers brought full low, Which now goe wandring vp and downe in woe.
3 Three hundred dwelling Houses of account, Which did to fourtie thousand pounds amount, Are all consumd and wasted quite away,
And nothing left, but ruine and decay.
4 Woe worth the causers of this blacke misdeed, That makes a thousand hearts with sorrow bleed: A thousand hearts with wringing hands may say, In Windham towne this was a wofull day.
5 The deed was done by such vnhallowed hands, Whose rigour card not for a thousand Lands, The Earth it selfe, if that it flam'd with fier, Were as these damned varlets did desier.
6 One Flodder and his cursed wife, were those, Which wrought this famous towne these sodaine woes: Confederate with one Bickes wife; which three, Unto this cursed action did agree.