IN MEMORY of the (never to be forgotten)
On the Evening of which, a Party of the 29th.Regiment commanded by Capt. Preston, fired upon
the Inhabitants in King-Street, by which five persons were Killed
The rising sun bespeaks the mournful day,
When youth's, (though innocent) in blood did lay,
When bloody men shot forth the darts of death,
FIVE of our fellow-creatures drop'd their breath.
Look into king-street! there with weeping eyes
Repair O Boston's sons---there hear the cries !
There see the men lie in their wallow'd gore!
There see their bodies, which fierce bullets tore !
There hear their dying shrieks ! their dying cries,
(Though but a few) before they clos'd their eyes !
Before the living took the dead away,
Those barb'rous monsters pierc'd them as they lay.
Down in the dark and silent graves they lye,
Their bodies rests, but vengeance is the cry.
O ! may this day then never be forgot ;
Remember well the place ;—the bloody spot,
Where, like a current, christians blood did flow,
No one can tell what they did ungergo.
Step to the burying-ground, and there behold
the bones of FIVE, which now in dust are roll'd,
Who fell a prey to wicked treach'rous men.
But all the Murd'rers will be judg'd again.
Is it consistent with the laws of GOD,
To see such guilty Murd'rers go abroad ?
Young SEIDER's fate we ought now to bemoan,
And drop a tear on his unhappy tomb ;
He was the first that fell in a just cause ;
His Murd'rer now must dye by Heaven's laws.
Justice demands, and vengeance loud doth cry,
Come forth, O ! RICHARDSON, for thou must die.
You acted then against the laws of GOD,
And now must feel the scourges of his rod.
Ho ! all ye Murd'rers, hear what GOD doth say,
' Vengeance belongs to me, I will repay."------
Though you are clear'd on earth, you are not free,
The GOD of glory soon will summons thee.
Young MONK, whose wounds afflict his body sore,
He feels great pain, and soon will be no more.
O ! may he find some gen'rous friends to give,
So that he may not want while he does live.
If bloody men intrudes upon our land,
Where shall we go ? or wither shall we stand ?
Then may I wander to some distant shoar,
Where man nor beast had never trod before.
Printed and Sold next to the Writing-School, in Queen-Street.