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.