Alas! The solemn hour is come that I am doom'd to die,
A scornful death of public gaze upon the gallows high!
The cruel deeds in history will long recorded be,
T'was Stanfield Hall near Wymondham the Norfolk tragedy
James Bloomfield Rush did die
In scorn upon the gallows high
Disguis'd in cloak and mask one night about the hour of eight,
To Stanfield hall I did repair and anxiously did wait,
Till Mr Jermy I could see walk outside of the door,
Then a pistol drew & shot him thro' he fell to rise no more.
I then proceeded to the hall and there I shot his son,
When Mrs Jermy heard the noise she to her husband ran,
I quickly fired at her also and wounded her full sore,
she stumbl'd o'er her husband's corpse all stained with crimson gore,
The servant maid courageously to her assistance flew,
But being armed I Instantly another pistol drew,
And fired wounded her in the leg the truth I tell with shame,
But for these deeds I was condemned to suffer for the same.
Good people all of each degree a warning take by me,
And think on my untimely fate to die upon a tree,
For committing these inhuman deeds whatever can I say,
When before God I must appear upon the Judgement day.
May God protect my children dear also my son James' wife
For I have brought disgrace on them on earth during their life
Oh! grant that they will banish me for ever from their mind
My time is come I must away and leave this world behind
It truly was heartrending and painful to tell,
To see my tender children dear taking their last farewell,
To witness such a scene of woe would melt a heart of stone,
My youngest child cried father dear oh when will you come home.
When at the bar was arraigned my trial for to hear,
I little thought my housekeeper against me would appear,
Tho' she had borne a child by me her evidence was great,
Oh! Think on my untimely fate before it is too late.
This scene of woe you all must know has much excitement caus'd
And many that heard my defence they gave me great applause
The court was crowded to excess six days the case did last
At length I was found guilty my sentence then was pass'd
My feelings no one can describe no human tongue can tell,
I closely watched and guarded was within a dismal cell.
Surrounded too with irons strong no rest by night or day
From the path of virtue do not fly or like me go astray.
On earth I can no longer stay I hear the solemn bell
This warning sound denotes that I must this world farewell.
I must prepare to meet my God I hear the death bell toll.
And may the Lord have mercy upon my guilty soul.
Hark! I hear the solemn bell,
I must bid this world farewell
James Broadhurst, Printer Norwich
From: Broadsheet Collection, Norfolk Local History Library, Millennium Library, Norwich