The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-02-01

glory that then 81 TOT = !
In her cause was willing my veins should
An that now for her sake am ready to
de-
Then the silence was great, an the jury
An the judge wasn't sorry the job was
By my sowf, it's himself was the grabbed
In twinklin' he pulled on his ugly black
cap.
Then shamus' mother, in the crowd
Called out to the judge, with pitiful cry,
" Oh judge, darlin,' don't!--ohi don't say
The crathur is young-have mercy, my
He was foolish--he didn't know what he
was doin';
You don't know him, my lord; oh! don't
He's the kindliest crathur, the tendherest
Don't part us forever, we that's SO long
Judge, mavourneen, forgive him-forgive
him, my lord, .=H 4titi
An God will forgive you-oh! don't say
the word! 7" yiiii
That was the first minute that O'Brien was
When he saw he was not quite forgot or
fOrSaken;
An, down his pale cheeks, at the word of
The big. tears wor running fast, one afther
IS t'otiier, f raS 3to4 4s
An two OF. three times he endeavored to
But the sthrong manly voice, use to falter
an break y f'2st- si'7
But at last, by the strength Of his. high
He conquered and masthered his grief
swelling tide, 4tf 4,,@s +. : ~
And says he, = Mother darlint, don't break
your poor heart s39a3If94k go an
For sooner or later the dearest must part /;
An God knows it's better than Wandrin'
in fear ifi'lH9 ieui - tHi"itN
On the bleak traclxless mountain, among
To lie in the grave, where the head, heart,
and breast ~. aHtSNdHI4
From thought, labor, and sorrow forever
shall rest. p
Then, mother, my darhl', don't cry any
more;
Don't make me seem broken in this my
last hour;
For / wish, wnen my head IS lynn undher
No thrue man can say that 1 died like a
CRAVEN rf
Then towards the Judge Shamus bent down
his head, 1fa
An that minute the solemn death SEN
tence was said. isl
The mornin' was bright, an the mists rose
An the lark whistled merrily in the clear
sky
An why do the crowds gather fast in the
street,
What come they to talk of? What come
they to see?
An why does the long rope hang from the
cross-tIee? ~ asE,..,-,
oh shamus o'Brien, pray fervent and
fast; tali ~ fefsa
May the saints take your soul, for this day
is your last; .-,ts
Pray fast and pray strong, for the moment
is nigh II vfzett ffat .sfrno
When, sthrong, proud, and great as you
AM faster an faster the crowds gathered
Boys. horses, and gingerbread, just like a
An whisky was selIin', and cusimack too,
An old men and young women enjoyin'
the view. pp .il4 .EelfdC-4 81 go
There was MT SIGH sight since the days of
An, be CORY ry It was shrue for him, for the
Such devarsion and crowds was seen since
For thousands were gathered there if there
Waitin', until SIGH time as the hangin'
would come on, p - '2ifi'@4Titi
At last they threw open the big prison gate,
An out came the sheriffs and sojers in
AM a cart in the middle. and shamus was
Not paier, but prouder than ever, that
An as soon as the people saw shamus
Wild prayin' and biessin'. and all the girls
A wild, wailin' sound KEN, on all by de-
grees,.
Like the sound of the lonesome winds
blowini through the trees
On, on, to the gallows the sheriffs are gone,
An the cart and the sojers go steadily on
An at every side swellin' round of the
A wild, sorrowful sound that i'd open your
Now under the gallows the cart takes its
An the hangman gets up with the rope in
rat his hand ftA- aars trt.E ~
An the priest havin' blessed him goes
down to the ground, 0V tEa
An Shamus O'Brien throws one last look
around. fa3E -sU ~ ~ ttt.i8
Then the hangmanl drew near, and the
people grew still, =. fs- ~
hearts turned chill; H6 10
An the. rope bein' ready, his neck was
made bare,
For the grippe iv the Iife-strangling cord to
An the good priest has left him, havin'
said his last prayer.
But the good priest did more--for his hands
An, with one daring. spring Jem has
leaped on the ground,
Bang, bang! goes the carbines, and clash
go the sabres,
T" He's not down! he's alive still! now
stand TO him, r eighbors!" Nl 5000
the smoke and the horses, he's
- BY the heavens, he's freeip then the
u thunder more aloud, ,f.4s1
BY one shout from the. people the heavens
were shaken,
One shout that the dead of the world
might awaken. l.r5..-.-
Tonight he I'll be sleepin' in Atherloe glen,
AM the divil IS IN the dice if you catch him
agen. fa ffer . as.i,a.f
The ,sogers ran this way, the sherifs ran
that, ttA Hilf
An Father Malone lost his new Sunday
hat; 5us 100
Your sabres may glitter, your carbines go
bang, 7 1913
But if you want hangin', it IS yourself you
may hang,
For a swift, horse viii bear him to deep
Bantry Bay, 8 4aaF
away. flil
Then soon DER the broad blue Atlantic
he III be,
In America, darlint, the land of the free.
COAT