A. A. Lott; Richmond Planet, August 26, 1899

Alexandria, Va.–On the recent lynching in this city, Aug. 8th.

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What means this howling, hideous shout,
  "Take him out! Take him out!"
What can be all this noise about,
  "Take him out! Take him out!"
The midnight shriek reaches the sky,
All over town both far and nigh,
The sound shocks every passer-by,
  "Take him out! Take him out!"

Is this a crime that some one did,
That fiends should keep the secret hid,
And enter doors the laws forbid
       Crying--
  "Take him out! Take him out!"

What means this running through the streets,
As if upon a swift retreat.
And crying as they stamp their feet,
  "Take him out! Take him out!"

Look! how they rush with furious glare,
While at the jail they wildly stare, 
Shooting their pistols in the air,
      Shouting--
  "Take him out! Take him out!"

See! they have him in their grasp,
The rope around his neck is fast,
They drag him through the street at last,
       Crying--
  "Take him out! Take him out!"

The victim pleads but all in vain,
Their fury he could not restrain,
With murder stamped upon their brain
       Crying--
  "Take him out! Take him out[!]"

Upon a lamp post now hard by,
The furious mob did swing him high,
And left him all alone to die
       Without crying--
  "Take him out! Take him out!"

The blood that stained the rugged street,
Where horses tread with noisy fee,
Still cries to heaven for Justice sweet,
       Upon the cryers--
  "Take him out! Take him out!"

O [?] land of Liberty and might,
Can Justice look on such a sight,
As on that memorable night,
       When they--
  Took him out! Took him out!

Eternal King! Almighty God!
Send not thy judgment hence abroad,
Keep back Thy terrible chastening rod,
       From those who--
  Took him out! Took him out!