My crime is crime of faith in God
Do, chain my hands and feet
A damp and dark and dungeon cell
Do, give me as a treat.
If you can pull the heavens down
Do pull them on my head
What ever is there you take it all
My purse and butter and bread
Let chasing hounds be loosed at large
And let them smell my track
Let all the damning forces come
To stab me at the back
Do all that you can do to fill
My days and nights with fright
If winds and whirling winds are there
Let all of them unite.