The sad prison bell was a-clanging, The chaplain was mournfully banging On 'bout mankind's sin, While Governor Flynn Thought: "Almost it's time for the hanging."
A sudden strange silence befalls, The crowd who live in those grim walls. A screw from that jail Is hammering a nail, Then "Ready now, guv'nor!" he calls.
A signal is given, the cord Pulls tautly, all stand there enthralled, At the ugly grimace On that mis-shapen face, The witnesses stand open-jawed.
They stood thus, their mouths open wide, At last though, the chief warder cried, "An expert I ain't, But that fellow can paint! 'Tis a Real life-like pic of your bride."
Last updated: Thu, 3 Feb 2000.