Reflect—before reflection comes too late,—
Such ugly consequences there may be
As judge and jury, rope and gallows-tree.
The days of dirking snugly are gone by,
Where could you hide the body privily,
When search is made for’t?”
“Plunge it in yon flood,
That Campbells crimsoned with our kindred blood.”
“Ay, but the corpse may float—”
“Pshaw! dead men tell