He said if I did tell,

That with one shot of his trusty gun,

He’d send me straight to H_l.

McDermott stood up in the dock,

I did not do it alone,

But for the sake of her person fair,

Grace Marks, she led me on.

Young Jamie Walsh stood up in court,

The truth he swore to tell;

O Grace is wearing Nancy‘s dress,

And Nancy’s bonnet as well!

McDermott by the neck they hanged,

Upon the Gallows high,

And Grace in Prison drear they cast,

Where she must pine and sigh.

They hanged him for an hour or two,

Then took down the body,

And cut it into pieces

At the University.

From Nancy‘s grave there grew a rose,

And from Thomas Kinnear’s a vine,

They grew so high they intertwined,

And thus these two were joined.

But all her weary life Grace Marks

Must in Prison locked up be,

Because of her foul sin and crime,

In the Kingston Penitentiary.

But if Grace Marks repent at last,

And for her sins atone,

Then when she comes to die, she’ll stand

At her Redeemer’s throne.

At her Redeemer’s throne she’ll stand,

And she’ll be cured of woe,

And He her bloodied hands will wash,

And she’ll be white as snow.

And she will be as white as snow,

And into Heaven will pass,

And she will dwell in Paradise,

In Paradise at last.

Three - Puss in the Corner

Chapter3

1859.

I am sitting on the purple velvet settee in the Governor’s parlour, the Governor’s wife’s parlour; it has always been the Governor’s wife’s parlour although it is not always the same wife, as they change them around according to the politics. I have my hands folded in my lap the proper way although I have no gloves.