So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their jingling keys
Opened each cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his separate Hell.
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their jingling keys
Opened each cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his separate Hell.
Wilde - Ballad of Reading Gaol
