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DESCENT ON MIDDLESEX. 359
Said he, " The prisoners suffer so, 'Tis quite unkind and cruel too; I'm sure it makes my heart to bleed, So great their hardship and their need."
And well to us was the event, Fine blankets soon to us were sent; Small the allowance, very small, But better far than none at all.
An oaken plank, it was our bed, An oaken pillow for the head, And room as scanty as our meals, For we lay crowded head and heels.
In seven days or thereabout, One Jonas Weed was taken out, And to his friends he was resign'd, But many still were kept behind.
Soon after this some were parol'd, Too tedious wholly to be told: And some from bondage were unstrung, Whose awful sufferings can't be sung.