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ON THE NEW GIBBET ON HOUNSLOW HEATH.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

In former times, whene'er in chains
Judges hung rogues up, like Jack Hains,
Whose Gibbets, Hounslow-heath adorning,
To their old fellow-rogues gave warning,
'Twas thought the Gibbets did their duty
If they stood near enough to shew t'ye
Their tenants in a distant ken,
Far from the highway path of men.
So distant stood they, no offence
Was giv'n to any other sense.
But K------, or some Judge as wise,
Not satisfied to strike our eyes,
Now sets his gibbet at our noses;
And, forasmuch as he supposes
That folks may turn their heads or wink,
He makes examples by the stink.