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THE CONVICT |
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HEN slumbering in my convict cell my childhood days I see, When I was mother's little child and knelt at
mother's knee. There my life was peace, I know, I knew no sorrow
or pain. Mother dear never did think, I know, I would wear a felon's chain.
Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink,
Ah, don't you hear the clinking of my chain ?
Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink,
Ah, don't you hear the clinking of my chain ?
When I had grown to manhood and evil paths I
trod, I learned to scorn my fellow-man and even curse my
God"; And in the evil course I ran for a great length of
time Till at last I ran too long and was condemned for a
felon's crime.
My prison life will soon be o'er, my life will soon be gone,— |
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