Here you lay yourself to sleep,

You pray the Devil your soul to keep.

And when you die before they wake,

Send your soul to Hell- for your sake.

Because now you've laid you down to sleep,

And eternally Hell's there to keep:

Your soul was damned when you took-

That awful noose, and that awful book.

The only book to hurt your tale,

It's called a Bible, and it's why you fail.

Goodnight good-bye, I'll see you soon-

Fore you are gone, and I am too.