A Tribute to  Henry Frederick Webb  -- 1916-1977 --  held tightly in the arms of the angels

Two convicts

Two convicts there were seated in a lonely prison cell
The stories of their past times to each other they did tell
One said unto the other, twas the elder of the two
I had a wife, a lovely wife and a little baby too.
One night when i came home, after working hard all day
I found the fire had gone out and my wife had run away
It was then I took to drinking, what else could i do
I mixed with bad companions and became a burglar too
One night when i set out twas to rob a mansion house
I fired a shot and cried aloud, OH GOD ive shot my child
No one has suffered, no one can ever tell
No place to shelter me...but this lonely prison cell