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—Now they lead my loved one to the church door; Now then you are mine, beloved, Now you are mine.

—Not yet am I yours, loved, not yet; I am still my mother’s own.

—Now they lead my loved one to the altar; Now then you are mine, beloved, Now you are mine.

—Not yet am I yours, beloved, not yet; I am still my mother’s own.

—Now I lead my loved one from the altar; Now then you are mine, beloved, Now you are mine.

—Now then I am yours, beloved, alone; Now I am no more mamma’s.