But such a sight I’ll ne’er desire,
Some beholders swooned away,
Others stood mute, had nought to say,
And some of a more brutish nature,
Did shout Huzza, to seal the matter,
Some a mourning turn’d about
A praying for their souls, no doubt,
Some curs’d the butcher, Haxam Willie,
Who without remorse used his gullie,
And for the same a pension got,