‘With his head all smashed to peices,And his pockets riffted out,‘There wes the marks ahont tha rad,‘Where the rugfians had drag’d him sbout,.‘His son found ont were he had being stayingTo that public-house he goes, .‘There Pickett and Carey sat a drinking, hee‘And be saw blood upon their clothes;‘This then gere him strong suspicion,Aund to the police 26 went with spexd,‘He gave information’and they were taken,+Andchargedwiththatdreadfuldeed.‘When to the station they were taken,cna they were charged of taking life,When searching Carey they found upon him,‘Mr. Sieenson’s pocket-Knife‘Tacesight of this it madethemshudder,‘And when befor: the jury they did stand,‘Toe verdictof * Guilty’ was returnedagainst them,For the wilful murderof Stevenson,oallyoung menpraytakewarning,Highandlowofevery decree,Giveupdrirkingandnight-walking,Blayothoaeandshunbedcompany.Drinkhos"r,tmanyamantorain,‘Someithasevntacrossthesea,Someit.hascausedto die injail,”‘Andsomeuponthegollowstree,London PrintedandPublishedatTAYLOR'S‘SongMart,93,BrickLane,Bethnal Green,"(ienetheRailway Arch.)Haw!‘and the TradeSupplied.