That fatal morning did soundly sleep,
I was perplexed. I invented strife,
Fully determined to take his life.
To the dirty closet I did him take,
The deed I done caus’d my heart to ache,
Into the soil I did him thrust down,
Where asleep in death he was quickly found.
My own dear father they did suspect,
That he would suffer they did expect,
I was apprehended, but I got clear,