Oh, Love! What are you?
Are you by money made anew?
Do you reside in every man
Or were you lost with the san?
Is it you that makes two one
Or are you cold like ‘e night’s sun?
You make the smiles on my sons,
But lo! my daughter’s with the nuns.
We see you come and can’t resist
To some to come you take your time
And them that say you don’t exist,
They lie and cause a dreadful crime.