So, he bid ’em search th’ aforesaid vault,
And there they found poor Guy Fawkes;
For that he meant to blow them up,
I think there’s little doubt, sirs,
That is, I mean, provided he
Had not been found out, sirs.
And when they caught him in the fact,
So very near the Crown’s end,
They straightway sent to Bow Street,
For that brave old runner, Townsend;