I thought love lived in the hot sunshine

I wonder whether the Girls are mad

And I wonder whether they mean to kill

And I wonder if William Bond will die

For assuredly he is very ill

He went to Church in a May morning

Attended by Fairies one two & three

But the Angels Of Providence drove them away

And he returnd home in Misery

He went not out to the Field nor Fold

He went not out to the Village nor Town

But he came home in a black black cloud

And took to his Bed & there lay down

And an Angel of Providence at his Feet

And an Angel of Providence at his Head

And in the midst a Black Black Cloud

And in the midst the Sick Man on his Bed

And on his Right hand was Mary Green

And on his Left hand was his Sister Jane

And their tears fell thro the black black Cloud

To drive away the sick mans pain

O ⁠William if thou dost another Love

Dost another Love better than poor Mary

Go & take that other to be thy Wife

And Mary Green shall her Servant be

Yes Mary I do another Love

Another I Love far better than thee

And Another I will have for my Wife

Then what have I to do with thee

For thou art Melancholy Pale

And on thy Head is the cold Moons shine

But she is ruddy & bright as day

And the sun beams dazzle from her eyne

Mary trembled & Mary chilld

And Mary fell down on the right hand floor

That William Bond & his Sister Jane

Scarce could recover Mary more

When Mary woke & found her Laid

On the Right hand of her William dear

On the Right hand of his loved Bed

And saw her William Bond so near

The Fairies that fled from William Bond

Danced around her Shining Head

They danced over the Pillow white

And the Angels of Providence left the Bed

I thought Love livd in the hot sun Shine

But O he lives in the Moony light

I thought to find Love in the heat of day

But sweet Love is the Comforter of Night

Seek Love in the Pity of others Woe

In the gentle relief of anothers care

In the darkness of night & the winters snow

In the naked & outcast Seek Love there