Some crying, where is my mother dear,
Among the ruins in anguish lying,
Where tender mothers and children dear;
Covered with blood and mutilated,
And some they found, death had stilled their cries,
For mothers, fathers, and helpless infants,
Now in Bartholomew Hospital lies,
Three persons there were apprehended,
Allen and Desmond to escape they tried,
Their purpose it was frustrated,