With yawning mouth the horrid hole
Gaped for a living thing;
The very mud cried out for blood
To the thirsty ring:
And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair
The fellow had to swing.
Gaped for a living thing;
The very mud cried out for blood
To the thirsty ring:
And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair
The fellow had to swing.
Wilde - Ballad of Reading Gaol
