Stewart, Printer, Botchergate, Carlisle.
Ye tender hearted Christians,
Pray listen to me,
While I relate the fate of Rush
Who on the gallows tree,
Did expiate his dreadful crimes,
So horrid to relate,
He died a Murderer's death,
And few lamented his fate.
CHORUS
Good people all beware,
Lest you are drawn into a snare.
While Rush upon the Scaffold stood,
And thousands stood around,
His heart was full to bursting,
As he look'd upon the ground.
He cast his eyes to heaven and said,
"Great God while yet I've time.
I beg they lasting blessing
On my lovely children nine."
"I must now leave this world of care
And end my wretched life,
But as I'm dying innocent,
I hope to see my wife,
And live with her evermore,
O, God along with thee,
For thou only knows I'm innocent,
As thus I bend my knee."
"So now Farewell my children dear,
A long and last adieu.
My heart must still be with you,
In the place I am going to.
And Oh! pray tell Miss Sandford,
That I died in grief and woe,
For wronging her - but God will be,
Her friend while here below."
CHORUS
And may her son through life live free
Of his base father's infamy.