Iv. Thy Little Hand Lay On My Bosom, Dear: What A Knocking In That Little Chamber!--Dost Hear? There Dwelleth A Carpenter Evil, And He Is Hard At Work On A Coffin For Me. He Hammers And Knocks By Night And By Day; 'Tis Long Since He Drove All My Sleep Away: Ah, Haste Thee, Carpenter, Busy Keep, That I The Sooner May Go To Sleep!