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The Sack of Baltimore 1631



baltimore in distance

On Sunday the 19th of June 1631, two boats were taken from Dungarvan, in Co. Waterford, each about 12 tons burden and went to the old head of Kinsale, Co. Cork

John Hackett the master of the first, from Dungarvan was ordered to bring his boat into Kinsale but he refused saying that the place was to hot for them, for besides the fort there was the King's ships, and so the boats set sail for Baltimore, Co. Cork.

John Hackett was tried at the assises in Cork, condemned and executed for his part in this affair.

The Master of the second boat was Thomas Carew also from Dungarvan.

These boats had been pirated and were manned with Turks and Renagadoes.

The following is an extract from the Annals of Kinsale:
"Hackett brought them to Baltimore about ten o'clock in the night, and they cast anchor on the east side of the harbour's mouth, about a muskett shot from the shore, of whose coming none of the inhabitants had any notice, they came so late, for the sun setting they were seen, but not known, near Castlehaven. When they had moored their ships, the captain and ten Turks, with the said Edward Fawlett, a Christian captain, came in one of their boats into the said harbour, and they bound oacombe about their oars, least the noise might discover them. Fawlett piloted them along all the shore, and showed them how the town did stand, relating unto them where the most able men had their abode.

In this business they spent five glasses, when they came back aboard, they cheered up the rest of the company saying, we are in a good place and shall make a boon voyage. Then they consulted what time of night was fittest for their intended exploit, and concluded a little before day to be the most convenient season. Whereupon, about two of the clock in the morning they landed some two hundred and thirty musketeers, armed with firebrands, ready to set the houses on fire, prepared with iron bars to break open doors; they brought all their men in the two foresaid boats of Dungarvan and their own ship boats. These things were received by the confession of Hackett and Fawlett afterwards.

The 20 day of June, betwixt the hours of one and two in the morning, they landed their men, who divided themselves, some to one house, some to another, and so on a sudden surprised all of the houses on that part which is called the Cove to the number of 26, and carried with them young and old, out of their beds, to the number of 100 persons, and two they killed.Then the said Captain, leaving in ambush 60 musqueteers betwixt the said Cove and the town himself with about 120 or 140 Turks and one John Hackett an Irish Papist, presently assaulted the said town, when they in like manner surprised ten English Inhabitants, and had further proceeded (after breaking open 40 houses and rifeling of 37) had not one William Harris (wakened with the noise) discovered them to be Turks, and with divers shots in defence of himself wakened the rest of his neighbours, who beating the drum in the upper part of the town, caused the said Rice, with the rest of his company, presently to retrait to their aforesaid amush, and thence to their ship, where they continued at anchor until 3 or 4 o'clock of the afternoon.

On the day aforesaid, before it was light, news came to one Thomas Bennett by some that escaped of the first surprisal, who presently held a letter to Mr. James Salmon, of Castlehaven, praying him to use his best endeavours to persuade Mr. Pawlett, who then lay in the harbour with his ship, to haste to the rescue of the foresaid captives, who it seems could not prevail. Then Mr. Salmon presently, with all speed, sent to Captain Hooks, Captain of the King's ship then riding in the harbour of Kinsale, informing him of the premises, and said Samuel Crooke likewise sent a letter to the Sovereign of Kinsale, manifesting the calamities aforesaid, and praying him to hasten the captain of the King's ship to their rescue. Mr. Salmon's man, by his direction, went also from Kinsale to Mallow, to inform the Lo. President of the premises who presently sent his commands to the Sovereign of Kinsale and Capt. Hook to set forth with the King's ship and to hasten her to the service, who came accordingly within a few days. But the Turks not continued in the harbour longer than they could bring in their anchor and hoyse sail, were gotten out of view, and the King's ship followed after them , but could never get sight of them.

Endorsed:"The second relation of the Turk's insolency done at Baltimore, which is more true and punctual than the former, this being attested by the Sovereign, the Burgesses and Sir Samuel Crooke, Baronet.


baltimore from harbour

The list of Baltimore people carried away by the Turke the 20 June 1631

Wm. Mould - himself and boy
Ould Osburne - himself and mayd
Alexander Pumery - his wife
John Ryder - himself, wife and two children
Robert Hunt - his wife
Abram Roberts - - himself, wife and three children
Corent Croffine - himself, wife, daughter and three men
John Harris - his wife, mother, three children and maid
Dermod Meregey - two children and maid
Richard Meade - himself, wife, sister and four children
Stephen Broddebrooke - his wife and two children (she great with child)
Ould Haunkin - himself, wife and daughter
Evans and the Cook- Evans and his boy, Cooke, his wife and maid
Bessie Floodd - herself and sonne
Stephen Pierse - himself, wife, mother and three children
William Symons - himself, wife and two children
Christopher Norwey - himself, wife and child
Sampson Rogers - himself and sonne
Beese Peeter - her daughter
Thomas Payne = himself, wife and two children
Richard Watts - himself, wife and two children
William Gunter - his wife, maid and seven sonnes
John Amble - himself
Edward Cherrye - himself
Robert Chimor - his wife and four children
Timothy Corlew - his wife
John Slyman - himself, wife and two children
Morris Power - his wife
The sum of all carried from Baltimore is 107
Timothy Curlew - slayne
John Davys - slayne

Ould Osburne - sent ashore again
Alice Heard - sent ashore again
Two of Dungarvan - sent ashore again
One of Dartmouth - sent ashore again

They have taken 9 Portingales, 3 Pallicians, 17 Frenchmen, 9 Englishmen of Dartmouth and 9 from two boats of Dungarvan, 47. The sum of all captives is 154

Thomas Osborne Davis wrote a poem about this event.

The Sack of Baltimore

Thomas Davis

The summer sun is falling soft o'er Carbery's
hundred isles
The summer sun is gleaming still through Gabriel's
rough defiles
Old Inisherkin's crumbled fane looks like a
moulting bird,
And in a calm and sleepy swell the ocean tide is
The hookers lie upon the beach; the children
cease their play;
The gossips leave the little inn; the households
kneel to pray;
And full of love, and peace, and rest - it's daily
labour o'er -
Upon that cosy creek there lay the town of

A deeper rest, a starry trance, has come with
midnight there;
No sound except that throbbing wave, in earth,
or sea, or air.
The massive capes and ruined towers seem
conscious of the calm;
The fibrous sod and stunted trees are breathing
heavy balm.
So still the night, these two long barques round
Dunashad that glide
Might trust their oars - methinks not few -
against the ebbing tide.
Oh! Some sweet mission of true love must urge
them to the shore:
They bring some lover to his bride, who sighs in

All, asleep within each roof along that rocky
And these must be the lover's friends with gently
gliding feet -
A stifled gasp! A dreamy noise! "the roof is in
a flame!"
From out their beds, and to their doors, rush
maid, and sire, and dame,
And meet upon the threshold stone the gleaming
sabre's fall,
And o'er each black and bearded face the white
or crimson shawl;
The yell of "Allah" breaks abover the prayer,
and shriek, and roar -
Oh! Blessed God! The Algerine is lord of

Then flung the youth his naked hand against the
shearing sword;
Then sprung the mother on the brand with which
her son was gored;
Then sunk the gransire on the floor, his grand-
babes clutching wild;
Then fled the maiden moaning faint, and nestled
with the child,
But see, yon pirate strangled lies, and crushed
with splashing heel,
While o'er him in an Irish hand, there sweeps
his Syrian steel:
Though virtue sink, and courage fail, and miser's
yield their store,
There's one hearth well avenged in the sack of

Mid-summer morn, in woodland nigh, the birds
began to sing;
They see not how the milking maids - deserted
in the spring!
Mid-summer day - this gallant rides from distant
Bandon's town;
These hookers crossed from stormy Skull, that
skiff from Affadown:
They only found the smoking walls, that neighbour's
blood besprent,
And on the strewed and trampled beach awhile
they wildly went;
Then dashed to sea, and passed Cape Cléire,
and saw five leagues before
The pirate galleys vanishing that ravished

Oh! Some must tug the galley's oar, and some
must tend the steed;
This boy will bear a Sheik's chibouk, and that a
Bey's jerreed.
Oh! Some are in the arsenals, by beauteous
And some are in the caravan to Mecca's sandy
The maid that Bandon gallant sought is chosen
for the Dey:
She's safe - he's dead - she stabbed him in the
Midst of his serai;
And when, to die a death of fire, that noble
maid they bore,
She only smiled - O'Driscoll's child - she thought
of Baltimore

'Tis two long years since sunk the town beneath
that bloody band,
And all around its trampled hearths a larger
concourse stands,
Where, high upon a gallows tree, a yelling wretch
is seen -
'Tis Hackett of Dungarvan, he who steered the
He fell amid a sudden shout, with scarce a passing
For he had slain the kith and kin of many a
hundred there;
Some muttered of MacMurchadh, who brought
the Norman o'er;
Some cursed him with Iscariot that day in