They brought him to the Watergate{B}
Hard bound with hempen span,
As though they held a lion there,
And not a fenceless man.
They set him high upon a cart--
The hangman rode below--
They drew his hands behind his back,
And bared his lordly brow.
Then, as a hound is slipp'd from leash,
They cheer'd the common throng,
And blew the note with yell and shout,
And bade him pass along.