Of two hundred pounds of iron,
Forged by thy much-vaunted State?
Wait awhile, boys! Go ahead.
Safety comes for thieves and knaves,
Felons shall not then be slaves—
Go ahead, boys! Go ahead!
When a child I prigged an apple,
When a youth I “faked a cly,”
When a man I shot a keeper;
And for this am I to die,