Friday as the sun was setting After the stars shone clear Down in a cell sat a prisoner Trembling with mercy and fear In came his gray-headed father Says, "Henry, they say you must die If you don't confess that you killed her You'll go to your doom with the lie" In came his brother and sister To bid their last farewell "If you don't confess that you killed her You'll spend eternity in hell" "Yes, I confess that I killed her I've taken her sweet life away But, oh, how greedy and brutish I was for taking it away" It was late on Thursday evening After the sun went down Henry Clay Beattie was bidding Farewell to his friends and native town Friday as the sun was rising Just before the sun shone clear Henry Clay Beattie was dying In the electric chair