[NEVILLE]
I was the likeliest of suspects you could find—
So qualified, you ruled me out of sight and mind
Of course I killed our "Master Ned"! Could I forgo
The chance to gain my pride and Rosa with one blow?

A man could go quite mad from being judged as bad
And this despite the quite contrite demeanor I once had
One wish had I: establish my credentials as an Englishman!
One does what one can!

But you saw my hot blood, and I saw Rosa Bud
My rival he in rivalry let loose a violent flood!
More fool was I to even try to keep things from a head
From that day on, all hope was gonе, and Drood was good as dead!

By the raging riverbank, thundеrbolts to guide me
Something in the wine we drank built the bile inside me
So I shrewdly laughed with Drood, he left, I trailed behind
For his laughter drew me after him with murder on my mind!

No, I could not bear his style
That impish, simpering smile he wore!
While he wore that sneer, his fate was clear
The throats of those whose strut
Are easily cut or closed, it's not that trying to garrote
In these new additions I have now revealed
Murderous admissions otherwise concealed
Damn your little minds, for warning you had had!
Bad must lead to worse! No good can come from bad!
No good, no good can come from bad!