To One Acquitted

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To One Acquitted

Sir, you have killed a man and you are free⁠—

That is, your hanging ne’er will come about;

For I’ve observed when jurors disagree

’Tis not as ’tis when other thieves fall out.

Some honest men are in the case, no doubt,

But none come by their own⁠—not even the chap

Whose honest office is to spring the trap.

Some needy tramp, I think, is deputized

That lowly function to perform⁠—although

I must confess I am not well advised

Concerning that: I ne’er did undergo

A hanging; but if I am right you owe

The customary perquisite to some

Poor shivering and disappointed “bum.”

If Californian hangmen are too proud

To wear the clothing of the wretch they string,

And the good ancient custom’s been allowed

To lapse; or if so seldom murderers swing

In this good land that there is no such thing

As custom in the case, the truth we reach is:

You’ve forfeited your life, but not your breeches.