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'Twas love for her controlled my will And did cause me my wife to kill.
'Twas on a brilliant summer's night When all was still; the stars shone bright. My wife lay still upon the bed And I approached to her and said:
" Dear wife, here's medicine I've brought, For you this day, my love, I've bought. I know it will be good for you For those vile fits,— pray take it, do."
She cast on me a loving look
And in her mouth the poison took;
Down by her infant on the bed
In her last, long sleep she laid her head.
Oh, who could tell a mother's thought When first to her the news was brought; The sheriff said her son was sought And into prison must be brought.
Only a mother standing by To hear them tell the reason why Her son in prison, he must lie Till on the scaffold he must die.
My father, sixty years of age, The best of counsel did engage, 165