From American Memory:

HICKS THE PIRATE.
Air: The Rose Tree.

A mournful tale heart rending,
To you kind friends I will relate:
The solemn truth intending
Of three that met a tragic fate:
An Oyster Sloop was sailing
Upon the oceans sparkling tide,
In the heathful breeze regaling,
She moved upon the water's wide.

But upon this Oyster vessel,
A pirate bold had found his way,
With wicked heart this vassal
The captain and two boys did slay;
He seized the gold and silver,
Which this poor captain had in store;
His watch and clothes did pilter,
While he lay struggling in his gore.

He overboard soon threw them,
The murder'd boys and captain too:
The briney deep enclos'd them,
And they were quickly gone from view;
But the eye that never slumbers,
Did follow on the murderer's track;
And the Vigilance of numbers
To justice brought the monster back.

In a boat he left the vessel,
When he the wicked deed had done;
And soon the murderous rascal
Had far into the country gone;
He soon was overtaken,
And to New York was brought again
A lonely wretch forsaken,
Who had the boys and captain slain.

By a true and faithful jury,
He was found guilty of the crime;
Some rav'd and curs'd like fury,
But he met his fate in time;
'Twixt heaven and earth suspended,
On Bedloe's Island Hicks was hung.
Some thousands there attended,
To see the horrid murderer swung.

H. DE. MARSAN
PUBLISHER OF SONGS AND BALLADS
PAPER DOLLS TOY BOOKS &C.
38 & 60 CHATHAM ST N.Y. [n.d.]