Alas! young men, come, make lament For poor St. Malo in distress! They chased, they hunted him with dogs, They fired at him with a gun. They hauled him from the cypress swamp. His arms they tied behind his back, They tied his hands in front of him; They tied him to a horse's tail, They dragged him up into the town. Before those grand Cabildo men They charged that he had made a plot To cut the throats of all the whites. They asked him who his comrades were; Poor St. Malo said not a word! The judge his sentence read to him, And then they raised the gallows-tree. They drew the horse -- the cart moved off -- And left St. Malo hanging there. The sun was up an hour high When on the Levee he was hung; They left his body swinging there, For carrion crows to feed upon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I WAS YOUNG by IRMA TIBBETTS ANDREWS TRICKSTERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 61 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO A SPIRIT (1) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A SONG OF APPLE-BLOOM by GORDON BOTTOMLEY BERTHE AND FRANCESCA BRAGGIOTTI by JOSEPHINE V. BROWER THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE PHYSICIAN'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |