Where the hell can I find thee, dear gallows? ?
For age is gone; and the rope I do expect
Where my head on it softly rests and pillows
And away do I pass, be hanged direct,
For my soul had my body alone forsaken;
So let my skeleton swing thence, in the dark
At peace and among those I shall be taken
Before my sun rises within this sad park.
So damned this life, so damned this swing