Twenty Gallons of Sleep.
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And eyelids droop over tired eyes,
That never have learned to weep,
And the soul, like a ship in harbour, lies
Twenty gallons of sleep!
That never have learned to weep,
And the soul, like a ship in harbour, lies
Twenty gallons of sleep!
I have drawn the corks, and drained the lees
Of every vintage pressed,
If I've felt the sting of my honey bees,
I've taken it with the rest.
Of every vintage pressed,
If I've felt the sting of my honey bees,
I've taken it with the rest.
I have lived my life, and I'll not repine,
As I sowed I was bound to reap,
Then measure me out, Oh! merchant mine,
Twenty gallons of sleep.
As I sowed I was bound to reap,
Then measure me out, Oh! merchant mine,
Twenty gallons of sleep.
