No One Offend and Reached His End

his twilight was near Henry is no longer here we always did fear no one did offend to heaven we had to send when he reached an end merry with much mirth he was merry with much mirth departed this earth away soul scurried when around he had hurried body we buried always was well fed no longer here and is dead he has gone to bed what we must admit no longer in bed does sit his heart would quit