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.