Why are you going to murder me, what have I done amiss?
Again for mercy he did plead whilst pearly tears did fall,
The cruel father’s hardened heart, was deaf unto his call—
Again took up the iron bar, and beat him on the head,
And soon the blood of the dear boy, was spilt upon the bed.
It was early the next morning, before the break of day,
He by Policemen taken was, and to prison sent straightway,
Where till the Assizes he must lie, his trial for to stand,
When blood for blood will be required, by the laws of God and man.
[Smith, Printer, High Street, London.