A Crime of Passion   “Your crime is one of passion sir, Tis plain for all to see And no defence, shall save you hence  From what I now decree.                       You shall be sent, by ship of sails This very day to New South Wales, Whereon arrival you shall be Marooned from love eternally.�?/FONT> And so though saved from plaited rope, Sailed he forthwith devoid of hope, A tattered soul in threadbare cloth The victim of Old Bailey’s wrath, With nought to dream and less to savour Denied by law, all grace and favour. His fate was sealed, his eyes cast down He sailed the seas to Sydney Town. His crime, a loaf - Of stolen bread Secured to keep his family fed; And as he sails away in tears To foreign shores for twenty years, The starving family mourn and dread, The loss of father; the child now dead.        March 24th, 2001:         ¤Aü§Póꆙ¤                 View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook