’Twas the twenty-second of December last;
He cut and mangled her, took her from the road,
And her murdered body in the hovel throwed.
Oh! how could any one so vile engage,
To kill a child but nine years of age;
Her clothes he scattered over ditch and field,
For which he finds now his fate is sealed.
The child was missed—news spread far and wide,
John Mapp was questioned, he the deed denied,
He prevaricated—untruths did state,