English poem
Ii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
The bolt it fell,--a jerk, a strain! The sheriff's fled asunder; The faking-boy ne'er spoke again, For they pulled his legs from under. And there he dangles on the tree, That sort of love and bravery! Oh, that such men should victims be Of law, and law's vile knavery.
[1: pickpocket; gallows] [2: gallows] [3: blast my eyes!]
THE NUTTY BLOWEN [Notes] [1841]
[By BON GAULTIER in Taits Edinburgh Magazine].