In Isas bed

I love in Isas bed to lie

O such a joy and luxury

The bottom of the bed I sleep

And with great care I myself keep

Oft I embrace her feet of lillys

But she has goton all the pillies.

Her neck I never can embrace

But I do hug her feet in place

But I am sure I am contented

And of my follies am repented

I am sure I'd rather be

In a small bed at liberty