And pitiful sighing, he said,
"O, the hemp will be soon round my throttle,
And choke my poor windpipe to death!"
So mournful these last words he spoke,
We all vented our tears in a shower;
For my part I thought my heart broke
To see him cut down like a flower.
On his travels we watched him next day -9
O, the hangman, I thought I could kill him!
Not one word did our poor Larry say,