And did young Stephen sicken, And did young Stephen die?And did the sad hearts thicken, And did the mourners cry?
No; such was not the fate of Young Stephen Dowling Bots;Though sad hearts round him thickened, 'Twas not from sickness' shots.
No whooping-cough did rack his frame, Nor measles drear, with spots;Not these impaired the sacred name Of Stephen Dowling Bots.
Despised love struck not with woe That head of curly knots,Nor stomach troubles laid him low, Young Stephen Dowling Bots.
O no. Then list with tearful eye, Whilst I his fate do tell.His soul did from this cold world fly, By falling down a well.
They got him out and emptied him; Alas it was too late;His spirit was gone for to sport aloft In the realms of the good and great.
