Today we walk without a care
Within these gates, once where
Men of honour, dishonour and poverty there
Served their sentences when tried.
The hungry poor for begging and stealing
Or in the oldest profession dealing
Were imprisoned without feeling
As harsh punishments were applied.
And then Rebellion leaders came
And some treated their own rebels in time the same
And to their immortal shame
Their prisoners, like the British's. died.
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