Near the hop-garden with her sister played,
With hearts so light they were filled with gladness,
When that monster Baker towards them strayed;
In that heart of stone not a spark of pity,
When he those halfpence to the children gave
But now in gaol in Winchester city,
He soon must die and fill a murderer’s grave.
He told those children to go and leave him,
With little Fanny at the garden gate
He said, come with me, and she believing,