So, Lord, my daughter pray forgive,
As Lord, you know, I am not guilty."
The psalms and prayers being done.
The fire kindled was with speed;
And as they pull'd the stool away,
She then for mercy call'd indeed.
The daughter that this thing had done,
She had a letter wrote, indeed,
And coming near the fire, she
Cry'd, "Pray make room for me with speed!"