That all around might have a view,
His neck right on the block it lay,
With hands stretcht out to swim away,
And when he let the handkerchief go,
He did receive the fatal blow,
Which cut the head off to a tack
Of skin, cut by a second hack.
Thus did a brave Lord end his days,
Whose head was kept upon red baize,
And with his body in coffin laid,