THREE METHODS OF SUICIDE.
Farewell, ye woods, ye meads, ye streams that
flow, A sudden death shall rid me of my woe ; This penknife keen my windpipe shall divide, What, shall I fall as squeaking pigs have died ? No — to some tree this carcase I'll suspend ; But worrying curs find such untimely end ! I'll speed rae to the pond, where the high stool On the long plank hangs o'er the muddy pool ; That stool, the dread of every scolding quean, Yet sure a lover should not die so mean ! There placed aloft, I'll rail and rave by fits, Though all the parish say I've lost my wits ; And thence, if courage holds, myself I'll throw, And quench my passion in the lake below. The sun was set, the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place ; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarfce owl his woful dirges sings ; The prudent maiden deems it now too late, And till to-morrow comes defers her fate.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume V, Issue 54, 5 March 1870, Page 3
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170THREE METHODS OF SUICIDE. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume V, Issue 54, 5 March 1870, Page 3
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