Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Guard the bed that I lie on:
Four corners to my bed
Four angels round my head,
One to watch and one to pray
And two to bear my soul away
This is comforting you
may say
But look at it another
way
With angels round my
bed
And lustful thoughts
in my head
I can’t seem to find a
way
That I can get my end
away
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