"In Isas Bed"
di Marjory Fleming (1803-1811)

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