And ye raise it up for a witness still 

 For the eye of earth and heaven. 

 Then nail my heart on yonder tower, 

 Give every town a limb 

 And God who made, shall gather them;— 

 I go from you to him! 

 The morning dawned full darkly, 

 The rain came flashing down 

 And the forky streak of lightning's bolt, 

 Lit up the gloomy town. 

 The thunders' crashed across the heaven, 

 The fatal hour was come; 

 Yet aye broke in with muffled beat 

 The 'larum of the drum: 

 There was madness on the earth below, 

 And anger in the sky, 

 And young and old and rich and poor 

 Came forth to see him die. 

 Oh God! that ghastly gibbet, 

 How dismal 't is to see, 

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