Macheath having bold Comrades in Sholes,
And most of them being poor easy Fools;
I'd have 'em take Care, he don't make them his Tools,
Upon Tyburn Tree.

If Peachum he once can get in the Mind,
(For Roguery, you know, he's alway inclined)
They'll tuck up the whole Gang, and think it kind,
Upon Tyburn Tree.

As for Matters which relate unto Proof,
Macheath will be Witness to cut them off,
And between 'em both they'll exalt them aloft
Upon Tyburn Tree.

But why should they their Friends thus deceive,
And say what they will, these Tools them believe,
Till at length, when too late, we shall see 'em grieve,
When at Tyburn Tree.

At their Tryals, such Words from their Mouths will allay,
That will give the poor Gentlemen Cause to curse the Day,
When they first got acquainted with Macheath or Gay,
Or knew Tyburn Tree.

Then quit their Company, e'er it be too late,
Lest you should meet with a deserved Fate,
And for an Hour should hang up in State,
Upon Tyburn Tree.

Tho' if you should let them know your Design,
Of leaving their wicked Gang in good Time;
Their Minds to hang you, (will certainly incline,)
Upon Tyburn Tree.

So since they have brought you into the Snare;
Advice in that kind will be never the near,
You should your selves have taken more Care
Of that Tyburn Tree.