Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1863-08-19
EBENSBURG, PA. WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 49, 1863

Don't make me seem broken, in this, nv
last hour,
For l wish when my heads lynn undher
the raven,
No true man can say that l died like a
craven !"
Then towards the Judge Shamus bent down
J. his head,
An that minute the solemn death sentence
was said,
The mornin' was bright, an the mists rose
on high,
AM the lark whistled merrily in the clear
Sky
But why are the men standn' idle SO late a.?
AM why do the crowds gather fast in the
street?
What come they to talk of? what come they
to see 2
An why does the long rope hang from the
cross tree
Oh! Shamus O'Bren pray fervent and fast.
May the saints take your soul, for this day
is your last
Pray fast and pray sthrong, for the moment
is nigh,
When strong, proud an great as You are,
you must die.
An fasther, an fasther. the crowd gathered
there,
Boys, horses and gingerbread, just like
fair;
An whisky was selling. an cussimuck too.
An ould men and young women enjoying
An oull TIM Mulvany, he med the remark,
There wasn't sick a sight since the time of
Noah's ark
AM be CORY, twas thrue for him, for divil
such scurge.
Sich dvarshin an crowds was known
since the deiuge.
For thousands were gathered there, if there
was one,
Waitin' till such times as the hangin' id
come on;
At last they threw open the big prison gate,
An out came the she-iffs and sodgers in
state,
An cart in the middle, and Shamus WAS
in it;
Not paler, but prouder than ever that
minute,
AM as soon as the people saw Shamus o.
WlG prayin and blessin, all the girls cryin
A wild walln sound KEN on by degrees,
Like the sound of the lonesome wind blow
i'll thro trees.
On, on to the galows, the sheriffs are gone,
An the cart and the sodgers g5 steadily on
AM at every side swellin around the cart,
a wild sorrowful sound that ID open your
heart.
Now under the gallows, the cart takes its
stand,
An the hangman gets up with the rope in
his hand;
An, the priest having blessed him, goes down
on the ground.
An Shamus O'Brien throws one last look
round.
Then the hangman dhrew near. au' the
people grew still,
Young faces turned sickly, and warm hearts
turn chill;
An the rope bein ready, his neck was made
bare,
For the. grape iv the lile-struggling cord to
prepare;
An the good priest has left him. havn' said
his last prayer.
But the good priest done more, for his hands
he unbound,
And with one daring spring, Jim has leaped
on the ground;
Bang, bang goes the carbines, and clash
goes the sabres.
He's not down he's alive still now stand to
him neighbors.
Through the smoke and the horses he's into
the crowd.
By heavens he's free than thunder more
loud
By one shout from the people the heavens
were shaken
One shout that the dead of the world might
awaken.
Your swords they may glitter, your carbines
go bang,
But if you want hangin, its yourself you
To night he'll be sleepin in Aberoe Gin.
AM the divii's in the dice if You catch him
The sodgers ran this way, the sheriffs ran
that,
An father Malone lost his new Sunday hat
An the sheriffs wor both of them puni shed
severely.
AM fined like the divil, because jim done
them fairly.
y week after dis time-widout firing a can
\ sharp Yankee schooner sailed out of the
Shannon,
And the Captain left word he was goin' to
But the devil bit-hc was bound to New
York
And that very night she ran so near land:
That some thought she would strike upon
Baltimore strand.
But before the daylight, like winged sea
NEW,
As swift and rs fleet to the westward she
flew.
" Bad luck" said the police" bad luck"
said the sodgers,
g We tot dat we had him. but "Jim "
proved a dodger.
The very next Spring. bright morning in
May
Just six months after the great banging
day
letter was hron ght to the town of Kildare,
And on the outside was written out fair