When the news it came to Arnold, it put him in a fret;
He walk’d the room in trouble, till tears his cheeks did wet;
The story soon went thro’ the camp, and also thro’ the fort;
And he called for the Vulture, and sailed for New-York.
Now Arnold to New York has gone, a fighting for his king,
And left poor Major Andre, on the gallows for to swing;
When he was executed, he look’d both meek and mild;
He look’d on his spectators, and pleasantly he smiled.
It moved each eye with pity, caused every heart to bleed;
And every one wish’d him released and Arnold in his stead.