A Gentleman
"HE has robbed two clubs. The judge at SalisburyCan't give him more than he undoubtedlyDeserves. The scoundrel! Look at his photograph!A lady-killer! Hanging's too good by halfFor such as he." So said the stranger, oneWith crimes yet undiscovered or undone.But at the inn the Gipsy dame began:"Now he was what I call a gentleman.He went along with Carrie, and when sheHad a baby he paid up so readilyHis half a crown. Just like him. A crown'd havebeenMore like him. For I never knew him mean.Oh! but he was such a nice gentleman. Oh!Last time we met he said if me and JoeWas anywhere near we must be sure and call.He put his arms around our Amos allAs if he were his own son. I pray GodSave him from justice! Nicer man never trod."
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