The Bed-manF. HartTHou hast made many Houses for the Dead;When my Lot calls me to be buried,For Love or Pittie, prethee let there beI'th'Church-yard, made, one Tenement for me.
← LibraryF. Hart · songThe Bed-manlyrics: Robert HerrickAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThe Bed-manlyrics: Robert HerrickTHouðaʊhasthˈeɪstmademˈeɪdmanymˈɛniHouseshˈaʊzɪzforfˈɔːtheðəDeaddˈɛd;WhenwˈɛnmymˈaɪLotlˈɒtcallskˈɔːlzmemˈiːtotˈuːbebˈiːburiedbˈɛɹɪd,ForfˈɔːLovelˈʌvorˈɔːPittieˈpɪ.ti,pretheeletlˈɛtthereðˈeəbebˈiːI'th'Church-yard,mademˈeɪd,onewˈɒnTenementtˈɛnəməntforfˈɔːmemˈiː.