Blue ink Red blood

Blue ink Red blood

A coxswain drunk alley I find

Body still, knocked cold supine

Silent theft no time to think

Rifled pocket a jar blue ink

Pounding ears crime commit

Upon his arms a common script

Of women known

Names boldly shown

Mary

Fanny

Annabel

Each one no shame, a tale does tell

Come the morning all alone

I pierced my skin with soft low groan

Mark of the Lord my arm a cross

Four inches high and two across

This was my message to the Lord

As a poor man can afford

 Of Christian kindness I did want

No blessed coin in my hand plant

No earthly succour reading Psalms

My manna only gift of Alms

From churches fine and tall

Learnt I the names listing all

Now my corpse will tell a story

Laid out flat prepared for glory

Each one my soul forgave

And tossed a coin that I praise

Saint Peter’s, St David’s, Wes-ley

St Josephs, St Marys, Holy Trinity

St George, All Saints, the Tabernacle

All gave once albeit the Congregational

For a rogue condemned damnation

Spilt my blood vain hope salvation

The iron used for red blood hole

Poisoned skin and took my soul