As though they held a lion there, 

 And not a 'fenceless man: 

 They set him high upon a cart, 

 The hangman rode below, 

 They drew his hands behind his back 

 And bared his noble brow. 

 Then as a hound is slipped from leash 

 They cheered the common throng, 

 And blew the note with yell and shout 

 And bade him pass along. 

 It would have made a brave man's heart 

 Grow sad and sick that day, 

 To watch the keen malignant eyes 

 Bent down on that array. 

 There stood the whig west country lord 

 In Balcony and Bow; 

 There sat three gaunt and withered Dames 

 And daughters in a row, 

 And every open window 

 Was full, as full might be, 

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