As printed in this scrapbook, p. 25

You Irishmen throughout this land,
Attention pay to those lines I've penn'd
The subject of my doleful theme
Is that tender youth Tim Kelly.

In Dublin City where he was born,
By base informers he is brought to scorn,
He murdered Mr. Burke they one and all did say
And for cursed blood-money swore his life away

In Green Street course-house he has been tried,
And to the Kilmainham prison he is sent to die,
For the crimes of murder which he deny's,
And declares his innocence before God on high

When the paper it was handed down,
The whole court was silent and not a sound,
When they heard the verdict "guilty"t [sic] the thrill it ran long,
Oh, loving God! the youth, his life is gone.

Oh God you are witness to the noble part,
Of his parents and friends with a broken heart,
Who from their desolate homes to Green-st, did repair
That tender youth's innocence for to declare.

God grant relief to the troubled minds,
Of the sorrowing friends that are left behind,
Tim Kelly he is to meet a dreadful doom,
Cut down like his comrades in their youth and bloom

Now to conclude those doleful lines,
Let us trust in God there's an end to crime,
Good christians [sic] all don't forget to pray
For Tim Kelly's eternal rest upon that fatal day.