They view with grief, with pain and sorrow,
Where his crimson blood was spilled.
Oh, God above, look down from Heaven,
Point the murdering villains out,
Let stern justice close pursue them,
Never let them roam about;
On him, or them, we all are certain,
Has on the brow the mark of Cain,
Thus ends the brutal horrid murder,
Which has caused such grief and pain.