Now come young men and list to me. A sad and mournful history; And may you ne'er forgetful be Of what I tell this day to thee. Oh I was thoughtless, young and gay And often broke the Sabbath day, In wickedness I took delight And sometimes done what wasn't right. I'd scarcely passed my fifteenth year My mother and my father dear Were silent in their deep, dark grave. Their spirits gone to Him who made. 'Twas on a pleasant summer day When from my home I ran away And took unto myself a wife, Which step was fatal to my life. Oh, she was kind and good to me As ever woman ought to be, And might this day been alive no doubt, Had I not met Miss Hatty Stout. Ah, well I mind the fatal day When Hatty stole my heart away; 'Twas love for her controlled my will Did cause me for my wife to kill. 'Twas on a brilliant summer 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 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 the infant on the bed In her 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 lawyers did engage, To see if something could be done To save his vile and wicked son. So farewell mother do not weep, Though soon with demons I will sleep, My soul now feels its mental hell And soon with demons I will dwell. The sheriff cut the slender cord His soul went up to meet its Lord; The doctor said, "The wretch is dead, His spirit's from his body fled." His weeping mother cried aloud "Oh God do save this gazing crowd That none may ever have to pay For gambling on the Sabbath day." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE FINAL WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE KEEPING-ROOM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH MY FOOLISH DEEDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE CLOUD ON THE WAY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |