They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him further woe,
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted, oer a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller used him worst of all—
He crushed him between two stones.
And they hae ta'en his very heart's blood
And drank it round and round;