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THE FOLLOWING SONG
Was made by Haggart 'the day after his condemnation; but his mind soon changed to a more serious subject, and his whole deportment was afterwards extremely pious and resigned.
Able and willing you will me find,
Though bound in chains still free in mind;
For with these things I'll ne'er be griev'd,
Although of freedom I'm bereav'd.
In this vain world there is no rest,
And life is but a span at best;
The rich, the poor, the old, the young,
Will all lie low before 'tis long.
I am a rogue, I don't deny,
But never liv'd by treachery:
To rob a poor man I disown—
But only them of high renown.
Now for the crime that I'm condemn'd,
The same I never did intend:
Only my liberty to take,
As I thought my life did lie at stake.
My life by perjury was sworn away,
I'll say that to my dying day,
Oh! treacherous S——— you did me betray,
For all I wanted was— liberty.
No malice in my heart is found,
To any man above the ground:
Now, all good people that speak of me,
You may say I died for my liberty.
