And her body shamefully burned
Now I bow down to Jesus
In penitential grief
For the murder of Lilli Schull
Like he did the dying thief
Again I can almost hear
Who will be left alone
To see me executed
The cries of poor Lilli
Is again now within my sight
Her life alone to spare
And hear what I do say
Now I must hang this morning
And the fire that burned so bright
My grave is one sufficient
Who mourn for me alone
God bless my aged parents
Whom I so cruelly murdered
It was then that I heard a whisper
And I beg him now to save me
The fire where I burned her
Her lovely face recovering
In a most gentle tone
As she begged me not to kill her
And my wife and baby
