The death of servants, husband, wife, and son.
A five barrelled pistol he soon did buy,
And then a mask upon his face did try,
Put on his hat and cloak and pistols drew,
Within its fold a bloody deed to do.
For Stanfield Hall he quick did start,
And old Squire Jermy he shot through the heart!
And while the grey-hair’d man lay bleeding there,
He shot his son and lovely wife so fair.
Eliza Chestney to her Mistress ran,