With black robed covenanting carles, 

 That goodly sport to see. 

 And when he came, so pale and wan 

 He looked, so great and High, 

 So noble was his manly front, 

 So calm his steadfast eye, 

 The rabble rout, forbore to shout, 

 And each man held his breath, 

 For well they knew the hero's soul 

 Was face to face with death. 

 And then a mournful shuddering 

 Through all the people crept, 

 And some that came to scoff at him 

 Now turned aside and wept. 

 But onward, always onward, 

 In silence and in gloom, 

 The dreary pageant labored 

 Till it reached the house of doom. 

 Then first a woman's voice was heard 

 In jeer and laughter loud, 

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