O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.

Some Dreams We Have Are Nothing Else But Dreams, Unnatural And Full Of Contradictions; Yet Others Of Our Most Romantic Schemes, Are Something More Than Fictions.

Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery Spray.

I Remember, I Remember, The House Where I Was Born, The Little Window Where The Sun Came Peeping In At Morn.

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.