“ And when at last thy love shall die,
⁠Wilt thou receive his parting breath:
Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,
⁠And cheer with smiles the bed of death
And wilt thou o‘er his much lov’d clay,
⁠Strew flowers; and drop the tender tear
Nor then regret those scenes so gay,
⁠Where thou wert fairest of the fair, &c.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ He was shot by a villain behind all the scenes.
Then he gave to its mother this sweet little child
And he looked about him as if he was wild;
‘Take the boy my dear cratur, ‘tis my blood that is spilt,
To save him, oh blood and ’ounds! ”