From his home he never went, but such a happy time he spent,
He never looked troubled on the brain,
If he’d been the guilty man, he would have hid all he can,
From the murder in the railway train.
Muller he did state that he was going to emigrate
Long before this dreadful tragedy;
He often used to talk, about travelling to New York,
In the Victoria, that was going to sea.
Mr. Death, the jeweller, said, he was very much afraid,
He might not know the same man again,