He ducked into the back door, and picking up the stair,
He sneaked into the strong room, and, heavens! what was there?
The iron door was open, and all the heap of gold
Was gone! He sank with horror, and to the floor he rolled.
And from beneath the tables and corners of the room,
Three coppers scrambled on him, like shadows of his doom.
They put him on his trial, and heedless of his rank,
He got an awful sentence, for robbing of the Bank.