O! why did I form of Sarey Leigh
Such cruel unjust opinions,
When my young master did her find
Beneath the bed of inions.

XVII.

His countrymen form a just estimate of his delinquency.

Afore twelve jurymen I was tried,
And condemned the perpetrator
Of this here awful Tragedy,
As shocks one’s human natur.

XVIII.

He conjures up a painful image.

But the bell is tolling for my end;
How shocking for to see
A footman gay, in the prime of life,
Die on the fatal tree.