| 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. |