I'm a bad man. My life has made me tough.
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
As for myself, I go abroad o' nights
And kill sick people, groaning under walls.
I have been one acquainted with the night
And hollow, hollow, hollow all delight.
Sometimes I go about and poison wells.
If one good deed in all my life I did
I do repent it to my very soul.
The croaking raven bellows for revenge.
I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
Why I can smile and murder while I smile.
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears.
Like the wild Irish, I'll ne'er count thee dead
Till I can play at football with thy head.
I am a bastard. God stand up for bastards!
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