Thy hand, Belinda; darkness shades me
On thy bosom let me rest
More I would, but Death invades me
Death is now a [bad word] guest

When I am laid, am laid in earth, 
May my wrongs create 
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast; 

When I am laid, am laid in earth, 
May my wrongs create 
No trouble, n trouble in thy breast;

Remember me, remember me
But ah! forget my fate

Remember me, 
But ah! forget my fate

Remember me, remember me
But ah! forget my fate