Standard (EADGBE)

 Note: Play / this way: x44322, so simply leaving the top note out.

I went to heaven, -

'Twas a small town,

Lit with a ruby,

Lathed with down.

Stiller than the fields

  At the full dew,

Beautiful as pictures

  No man drew. No-o man dre-e-w

People like the moth,

Of mechlin, frames,

Duties of gossamer,

And eider names.

Almost contented

 I-I cooould be

'Mong such unique

 Society, society-y-y.