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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell, Dick!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bowed and he doffed his tricorn hat<br>As the wagon both lurched and swayed, <br>It rattled on over the cobblestones, <br>And the mud in the alleyways, <br>The crowd had cheered when he passed them by<br>As he stood, so debonair, <br>In a new frock coat and a pair of pumps<br>With a ribbon tied up in his hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They rumbled along the Tyburn road<br>From York, as the people stared, <br>Then came to a halt at Knavesmire <br>Approaching the 'Three Legged Mare', <br>He mounted the ladder boldly, <br>Stamped his foot to allay his fear, <br>Then spoke to the executioner<br>In a voice both calm and clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rope was knotted around his neck, <br>He spoke to the crowd at last, <br>He bid farewell to his countrymen<br>And the darker deeds of his past, <br>Undaunted then, he stepped off the rung<br>And fell, to swing in the air, <br>While the crowd was hushed, and the wagon pushed<br>To receive his body there! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But up on the hill was a phantom horse, <br>As black as a lump of coal, <br>Its eyes were gleaming, its coat a-shine, <br>Its breath, pale mist in the cold, <br>She started, reared, as her master hung<br>Then galloped right through the press, <br>As his soul dropped out of his body there, <br>She was waiting for him, Black Bess! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He leapt unthinking astride her back, <br>Cast one swift glance behind, <br>His body hung from the rope, he saw, <br>But he somehow didn't mind! <br>He doffed his hat to the sightless crowd<br>Then wheeled away on his horse, <br>And galloped away to where phantoms play<br>When their lives have run their course! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a tiny child in the press had seen, <br>Was blessed with second sight, <br>She watched him wave to the mourning crowd<br>And disappear in the night; <br>She laughed and waved in the mother's arms<br>Who had cried 'til she was sick, <br>But the child then wiped her tears away<br>And called out - 'Farewell, Dick! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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As the wagon both lurched and swayed, 
It rattled on over the cobblestones, 
And the mud in the alleyways, 
The crowd had cheered when he passed them by
As he stood, so debonair, 
In a new frock coat and a pa..."></div>
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