SONG.
I went to Black Heddon,
And there I sat down,
I call’d for some liquor,
Which cost half-a-crown.
The liquor being good,
I fill’d myself fu’;
And could not go home
To my Eppie so true.
To my Eppie so true,
My Eppie so true,
My Eppie so true,
And could not go home
To my Eppie so true.
LINES
ON
JOHN THOMPSON,
Who was hanged on Newcastle Town Moor, for Horse Stealing, about 20 Years ago.
By —— Ogle, Schoolmaster, Gateshead.
John Thompson just now,
Will find it is true,
That thieving is worse than the sword;
In the space of an hour,
He’ll dance on the Moor,
Attach’d to a rope, or a cord.