hang'd him in chains for a show -- we had always borne a good name -- To be hang'd for a thief -- and then put away -- isn't that enough shame? Dust to dust -- low down -- let us hide! but they set him so high That all the ships of the world could stare at him, passing by. God 'ill pardon the hell -- black raven and horrible fowls of the air, But not the black heart of the lawyer who kill'd him and hang'd him there. IX. And the jailer forced me away. I had bid him my last goodbye; They had fasten'd the door of his cell. 'O mother!' I heard him cry. I couldn't get back tho' I tried, he had something further to say, And now I never shall know it. The jailer forced me away. X. Then since I couldn't but hear that cry of my boy that was dead, They seized me and shut me up: they fasten'd me down on my bed. 'Mother, O mother!' -- he call'd in the dark to me year after year -- They beat me for that, they beat me -- you know that I couldn't but hear; And then at the last they found I had grown so stupid and still They let me abroad again -- but the creatures had worked their will. XI. Flesh of my flesh was gone, but bone of my bone was left -- I stole them all from