From my previous PDF, p. 44

You muses with me combine,
To aid my wandering quill,
Your help extend and be my friend,
To my defective skill,
Make my doleful words resemble birds,
That fly from shore to shore,
On the gallows high this youth did die,
Tim Kelly is no more.

In the early noon, on the ninth day of June,
In the year of eighty-three.
In his youth and bloom he met his doom,
On the shameful gallows tree,
Delany and Carey, full hard against him swore,
On the gallows high this youth did die,
Tim Kelly is no more.

For those dreadful crimes he was tried three times,
When they twice did disagree
But at the third he spoke those words
Of the murder I am free.
Of Mr, Burke, but grief did lurk,
Beneath his young heart's core,
On the gallows high this youth did die,
Tim Kelly is no more.

His mother tried to save her child,
But sure no one will blame,
For to defend a costly friend,
We all would do the same,
She pressed his hand where he did stand,
While her heart was both sad and sore,
On the gallows high this youth did die,
Tim Kelly is no more.

Upon the court he looked round till some familiar face he found,
And waved a last farewell,
Then kindly bade his friends adieu, as he was hurried from their view,
Back to his dark and dismal cell,
The unlucky day he was led astray,
His friends may well deplore,
On the gallows high, this youth did die,
Tim Kelly is no more.

With His just rod may Heaven's God,
James Carey soon chastise,
And grant this boy eternal joy,
In the realms beyond the skies,
For his youth's sake, compassion take,
We ask you o're and o'er,
On the gallows high, this youth did die,
Tim Kelly is no more.