Richly fed and richly clothed,
Each unhappy wretch he punished,
As a thing he deeply loathed.
Wait awhile, boys! Go ahead, &c.
I was led before a jury,
Stuffed and gorged with choicest food;
They, vile enemies of freedom,
Sentenced me, in coolest mood,
To be bound in iron fetters,
’Midst the basest of mankind.