FOUND MURDER’D IN BLACKGROVE WOOD
AUG. 15th 1821
Oh pause my friends and drop the silent tear
Attend and learn why I was buried here;
Perchance some distant earth had hid my clay
If I’d outliv’d the sad, the fatal day:
To you unknown, my case not understood;
From whence I came, or why in Blackgrove Wood.
This truth’s too clear; and nearly all that’s known—
I there was murder’d, and the villain’s flown.