“Yes, I’m Guilty.”

“Yes, I’m guilty,” the prisoner said,

As he wiped his eyes and bowed his head.

“Guilty of all the crimes you name;

But this yere lad is not to blame.

’Twas I alone who raised the row,

And, Judge, if you please, I’ll tell yer how.

You see, this boy is pale and slim;

We calls him saint.—His name is Tim.—