Ballad of Reading Gaol

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. For we did not meet in the holy night, But in the shameful day. A rison wall was round as both, wo outcast men we were The world had thrust us from its heart, And God from out His care: And the iron gin that waits for Sin Had caught us in its snare.