Then, Andy died a soldiering in Bombay,
And Charlie died in Ross the other day,
Now, no one lives to blush, because I say
That Jillen Andy went uncoffined to the play.
E’en all are gone that buried Jillen, save
One banished man, who dead-alive remains
The little boy who stood within the grave,
Stands for his Country’s cause in England’s prison chains.
How oft in dreams that burial scene appears,
Through death, eviction, prison, exile, home,