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184
TO ONE ACQUITTED
Sir, you have killed a man and you are free—
That is, your hanging ne'er will come about;
For I've observed when jurors disagree
'Tis not as 'tis when other thieves fall out.
Some honest men are in the case, no doubt,
But none come by their own—not even the chap
Whose honest office is to spring the trap.
That is, your hanging ne'er will come about;
For I've observed when jurors disagree
'Tis not as 'tis when other thieves fall out.
Some honest men are in the case, no doubt,
But none come by their own—not even the chap
Whose honest office is to spring the trap.
Some needy tramp, I think, is deputized
That lowly function to perform—although
I must confess I am not well advised
Concerning that: I ne'er did undergo
A hanging; but if I am right you owe
The customary perquisite to some
Poor shivering and disappointed “bum.”
That lowly function to perform—although
I must confess I am not well advised
Concerning that: I ne'er did undergo
A hanging; but if I am right you owe
The customary perquisite to some
Poor shivering and disappointed “bum.”
If Californian hangmen are too proud
To wear the clothing of the wretch they string,
And the good ancient custom's been allowed
To lapse; or if so seldom murderers swing
In this good land that there is no such thing
As custom in the case, the truth we reach is:
You've forfeited your life, but not your breeches.
To wear the clothing of the wretch they string,
And the good ancient custom's been allowed
To lapse; or if so seldom murderers swing
In this good land that there is no such thing
As custom in the case, the truth we reach is:
You've forfeited your life, but not your breeches.
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