The waggonere tickleth the spleen of the jailer, who daunces ane Fandango.
'The jailere came to bring me foode,
Forget it will I never,
How he turned up the white o' his eye
When I stuck him in the liver.
Rejoicethe in the fragrance of the aire.
'His threade of life was snapt: once more
I reached the open streete;
The people sung out "Gardyloo"
As I ran down the streete.