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By true repentance I my pardon gain'd,
The glorious heavenly promise have obta'nd,
as my companions that did die with me,
Asaw them in the gulph of misery.
And now my parents dear grieve not in vain,
Your loss on earth is my eternal gain,
And tho' my morning sun goes down at noon,
All flesh will die, God only knows how soon.
Petition not for me I pry,
The second time I must go to the tree,
I only was sent back to declare,
These things to them that disobedient are.
His father being tender of his son,
Acquainted the King of what had been done,
In hopes that a pardon he might obtain.
But as it was murder was desired the same.
The ſecond time he must executed be,
And carried in his coffin to the fatal tree;
He cheerfully embrac'd the fatal hour,
Whilst tears from many there did pour.
His parents patiently their sufferings bear,
In hopes he does enjoy heavens store,
And that this may a fatal warning be,
To such as do their parents disobey.
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