A female die upon Salisbury’s tree.
Constance Emily Kent is my dreadful name,
Who in youth and beauty dies a death of shame.
I must go to my silent grave,
Father, is there no one your child to save,
Oh the awful moments are drawing near,
Father, forgive your daughter dear.
Oh, God in heaven, look down on me,
As I stand on the dreadful tree,
Forgive the crime, I, alas, have done,