Upon Tyburn tree!'
'The charge is prepar'd, the Lawyers are met;
The Judges all rang'd (a terrible show!)
I go undismay'd—for death is a debt,
A debt on demand,—so take what I owe.
Then, farewell, my love—dear charmers, adieu;
Contented I die—'tis the better for you;
Here ends all dispute the rest of our lives,
For this way at once I please all my wives.'