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.