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 |