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364 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
6 "My good old aged father, wherever he does lie,
He little knows his daughter lies here condemned to die. My good old aged father, I bid you now farewell; Fm going among the angels where I do hope to dwell.
7 "Farewell, my aged mother, adieu my friends also, And grant that you by others may never feel such woe; Forsake your superstition, beware of mortal strife, Embrace God's true religion, for which I lose my life.
8 "You ladies of the city, mark well my words, I pray, Although I must be burned, you do not pity me. Yourselves I rather pity, I weep for your decay; Repent, I say, fair ladies, and do no time delay."
9 And when these words were ended, in come the man of death. The fire then was kindled which stopped this lady's breath; "Tormenters, do your office on me when you think best;
I hope in Christ, my Saviour, my soul will soon find rest/'