| I am condemn’d all for to die A death of scorn and horror; In front of Horsemonger-lane Gaol, At eight o’clock to-morrer. |
III.
He hints at his atrocity; and the ebullition produced by the mere recollection of it.
| The crime of which I was found guilty, Oh! it was shocking vile; The very thoughts of the cruel deed Now makes my blood to bile. |
IV.
He speaks of the happy hours of Childhood, never more to return.
| In Somersetshire I was born’d, And my little sister dear Didn’t think then that my sad end Would be like unto this here. |