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Show HOW SIR RICHARD DIED, Stately aa bridegroom to a feast Sir Richard trod the scaffold staiB . 1 And, bowing to the crowd, untied The lore Locks from his sable hail, ' look off his watch, "(live that to Nedf, I've duae with time," be proudly said. Twas bitter cold-it makes him shake, i Said one. "Ah! see the villain's look!" ' Bir Hichard, with a scornful frown, Cried, "Frost, not fear, my body shooitf Giving a (fold piece to the slave, lie laughed, "Now pralso me, msft J knave!" They pointed, with a snecrlnjr smile, Uuto a black box, lonK and grim; I ' But no white shroud nor biulite of death Had power to draw a tear from him, , "It needs no lock," ho said In Jest, , i "This chamber where to-night I rest," ,i ' Then eryins- out, "God save the kins!" tj Iu spite of hiss and shout and frown; Be stripped his doublet, dropped his cloak, I And save the headsman's man a crown Then "On for heaven!" ho proudly cried, , Aud bowed his head and so he died, t S; Walter Thornburjl |