|This page is slightly different, in that the story it tells is in
the form of a poem. The Ballad of Henry Garnett was
written to commemorate the 400th anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot of November
1605. The poet is Cathy Grindrod, who, in 2005 was
appointed as the first Poet Laureate of Derbyshire. While aimed at a
younger audience, the poem is spot-on when it comes to historical fact.
BALLAD OF HENRY GARNETT
the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot?
Well, there's one more reason why gunpowder treason
Should never be forgot.
hundred and fifty five
A legendary boy was born
To Brian (a teacher) and Alice (his wife),
A Garnett, named Henry what's more.
So clever they sent him to Winchester school
With pride and delight, tickled pink,
But Henry did not quite turn out as they'd hoped -
Took to gambling and mischief (and drink).
He moved on to London to study the Law.
Then travelled abroad, quite the rover;
Discovered religion, became quite devout,
Turned Catholic, charming and sober.
Returning to England at age 31,
He landed a top dog position -
Superior Jesuit, priest of all priests -
A remarkable, pleasing transition.
Just one tiny problem - England back then
Was a Protestant country right through,
Which meant that young Henry went round in disguise,
Had to hide in a priest hole or two.
17th century engraving of Henry Garnett by Jan Wierix
|Meanwhile, down in
London, a plot had been hatched
(You'll have heard of Guy Fawkes and his mates) -
They were craftily scheming to murder King James
By blowing up Parliament.
So on 9th of
July four centuries ago
Guy's pal, Catesby, dropped by for a chat.
Told Henry he needed to settle his mind
And Henry, a kind man, sat back.
Would it be worth it, Catesby began,
for the sake of what's moral and right,
to kill a few people who don't quite fit in,
could a person sleep easy at night?
And is it OK, Mr. Catesby went on,
When you're having to get rid of dead wood,
If some innocent people get in the way
Would it be for the common good?
Henry said Maybe, in theory, perhaps,
But you'll have to expand what you've said,
Whereon Catesby got edgy, said Leave it old chap
(Henry risked hitting nails on the head).
That might have been it, had not Catesby been
With the need to confess future deeds.
And told Henry's friend, Oswald, the Gunpowder Plot -
Not what a priest really needs.
Because now Father Oswald was brimful of
And desperate to take the right road,
So what did he do but confess the confession
To Henry, and double the load?
Oswald tried hard to tell Catesby to stop,
Henry wrote to the Pope in a fright,
Suggesting he might make a handy new law,
Like, Catholics must stay in at night.
Both of them knew they could not do much
Must keep matters under their hats,
Things confessed to a priest have to stay among priests,
It's really simple as that.
The main conspirators (from left to right): Thomas
Bates, Robert Wintour, Christopher Wright, John Wright, Thomas Percy, Guy
Fawkes, and Robert Catesby.
|So the plotting
went on and things really got hairy
On November 4th, 1605,
When Guy Fawkes was arrested along with his friends -
All taken to beg for their lives.
Guy was a letter addressed to H. Garnett,
On the rack Guy confessed, spilled the beans -
Told them Henry had known of the plot all along.
Father Oswald? Nowhere to be seen.
Henry went into hiding, not a great place,
The tiniest nook in the house,
Soldiers surrounded the place for a week -
To wait till the smell drove him out.
He was fed by his friends through a reed in a
In the back of the old chimney stack,
With soup and cold water to keep him alive.
There was not much to look at - just black.
In the end he was found and gave himself up
White and pale, with aroma of skunk,
Thinner and quieter, was led to the Tower,
Just how low had this friendly monk sunk?
They let him have visits in prison, pretended
They cared, but were eavesdropping really.
They snitched to the King, had a good laugh at him,
Not much help from the guards then, quite clearly.
Henry was daft, didn't realize their games
Used orange juice, writing code letters.
They took them outside, and heated them up -
The evidence couldn't be better.
Hindlip Hall, in Worcestershire, where Henry Garnett
hid after the arrest of the main conspirators, until his capture on 30
Hindlip Hall is now the headquarters of the West
|They finally took
him to London Guildhall
For a trial in front of King James,
Where he told them he hadn't done anything wrong,
And wasn't about to feel shamed.
Because anything told to a priest in confession,
That priest has to honour for ever,
And as Oswald confessed what young Catesby confessed,
That secrecy could not be severed.
Eleven hours later the trial was done
And the jury went off to decide -
Thought long and hard and were back in ten minutes -
Guilty! they yelled, Garnett lies!
Some weeks later (they quite liked to drag it
Henry faced the churchyard at St. Paul's -
On the scaffold denying his guilt to the end,
Crossed his arms, as they let his feet fall.
The crowd, taking pity, surged forward as
(Cutting him down was expected)
Managed to stall things till H was quite dead,
(The best thing when you're being dissected).
When his head was cut off, a drop of his blood
Dripped on to a thin golden straw,
And they say that his portrait appeared on the husk,
Rays of glory shone out from each pore.
When the tale of that husk reached the people
Henry's fame spread as crowds came to stare,
The Government (fuming) tried tracking it down,
But it vanished, and no-one knows where.
|Another portrait of Henry
Garnett, this one by Adriaen Lommelin, dating from the mid 17th century.
|Henry's death was
the end of the Gunpowder Plot
And he's seen as a Catholic martyr.
All of the others were sentenced to death,
Their children all left without fathers.
And from that day to this on the 5th of
We celebrate Guy Fawke's clanger,
With Fountains and Catherine Wheels, Sparklers and Stars,
In fact, Autumn's just one long banger.
Now in case you are wondering (if not then
you should be)
Why H. Garnett's story is told here,
Go down Mansfield Road, to a Home called Ashfields,
Turn up Watson Avenue, slowly...
First on the left, note the name of the road,
Neat bungalows, gardens none greener;
Then think of our Henry, that hero, that legend,
- Who was born and brought up here, in Heanor.
||Garnett Avenue, Heanor now has a board explaining
the name, an initiative of the Heanor and Loscoe Town Council, supported
by the Heanor & District Local History Society.
poem was commissioned by Derbyshire County Council as part of the
Derbyshire Poet Laureate initiative, supported by Arts Council
The Ballad of
Henry Garnett. ©
Cathy Grindrod, 2005.
Reproduced with kind permission.
Poet Laureate for Derbyshire
The Derbyshire Poet Laureate project is an
initiative developed by Derbyshire County
Council, and funded by Arts Council England, to promote poetry
across the county and celebrate Derbyshire people, places and events
through poetry. Cathy Grindrod has been appointed as the first Poet
Laureate for Derbyshire and she will be writing new poems reflecting
unique aspects of Derbyshire, as well as appearing at events and
leading activities throughout the coming year. If you have ideas for
working with Cathy, or would like further details about the project,
please get in touch with Ali Betteridge, Literature Development
Officer on 01773 831359 or e-mail
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