William Morewood of Wombwell, age indecipherable.

I went to Wollow Hall
(Wombwell Hall),
Wednesday, Easter week
in afternoon.

Asked Mistress Wombwell
‘How is Master Wombwell?’
‘He is sore sick.’
‘What’s he ail?

‘He’s eaten Calf’s Head
as poisoned him.
I went into Henry’s chamber
where he lay.

Asked him ‘How are you?’
‘I’m done, done, done.’
Night after he was dead
of surfit, of what it were
 I don’t know.

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