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130 TRADITIONAL TUNES.
Condemned of late for a murd'rous crime,
Thro' his parents' guilt you see,
You'd weep and cry to see him die
Upon the gallows tree.
Parents all, far and near,
Listen now to what you hear.
When he was sentenced at the bar,
The court was drowned in tears,
To see a boy so young cut off
All in his infant years.
Such piercing cries his mother made,
Her gray hairs she did tear,
And loud and long she did lament
When his sentence she did hear.
Parents all, far and near,
Listen now to what you hear.
The hardest heart would melt in tears
To hear the boy's sad moan ;
At the bar he screamed and trembled
When his sentence was made known.
With pickpockets at fairs he then confessed
His parents made him comply,
To join a mob to murder and rob,
For which he's doomed to die.
Parents all, far and near,
Listen now to what you hear.
Religious thoughts he ne'er was taught,
No church or prayer brought nigh ;
For want of parents' proper care,
This boy's condemned to die.
Parents all, far and near.
Listen now to what you hear.
Another lugubrious ditty to this tune is, "The Downfall of Young
Henry the Poacher," a narrative of the miseries of transportation to
Van Dieman's Land.
YOUNG HENRY THE POACHER.
Come, all you wild and wicked youths, wherever you may be,
I pray you give attention and listen unto me ;
The fate of us poor transports, as you shall understand,
The hardships that we undergo upon Van Dieman's' Land,
Young men all now beware,
Lest you're drawn into a snare, etc,