If now I lay me down to sleep
Who'd do the laundry, mend and sweep?
With food uncooked they'd go unfed
If I should lay me on the bed.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
Should I lay down and go to sleep;
It shouldn't bother me, me thinks,
To knock off and catch forty winks.
If I should die before I wake,
All hell'd break loose, make no mistake,
And those once calm and sensible
Would find me indispensable.
I pray the Lord my soul to take
To quietness, for goodness sake;
A little rest before I snap.
Perhaps I'll lay me down and nap...