And fathers listen to the tale I’ll tell,
To the fearful scene at the House of Detention
In Corporation Lane at Clerkenwell;
While parents for their children are weeping,
And tender mothers wring their hands in pain
Do tell me, are they dead, or only sleeping,
O shall I never see my child again.
To rescue Burke it was their intention,
At Clerkenwell this wicked deed was done,
And such a sight as this I’ll mention,