On seeing the dead body of Holloway the Murderer,
lie in “ State,” at the Town Hall, Brighton.
When some vile mortal draws his knife,1
And takes away the human life,2
Though only one he slay,3
’Tis murder ! For that fatal stroke,4
To satisfy the law he broke,5
His life the debt must pay.6
But when a Royal ruffian sends7
His blood-hounds forth to murder—tens8
Of thousands swell the story !9
Who hurries millions to the grave,10
This wretch is dubb’d a Hero
brave,11
And murder’s nick-named Glory !12
I fain would let such monster
know,13
That equity, (not partial Law)14
When one on gallows swings,15
Would hang the other with his mate—16
When dead they share a similar fate—17
The criminals that lie in “ state,”18
Are murderers and kings !19