Four months before his murder his doom was ready sealed,
His grave made ready under ground his body to receive,
He little thought his death so near when to the house he came,
But his death was plann’d all by our hands his money to obtain.
For murder and plunder they both were fully bent,
They shot him with a pistol, and to his lodgings went,
They got his cash and jewels and quickly did repair,
To hide the guilt for the blood they’d spilt—oh! what a wretched pair.
At the Old Bailey, London, the trial it came on,
They were arraigned before the judge and English jurymen,