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7 Her chains she rattled in her hands, While sweetly thus sung she, love my love, because I know, My love loves me.

Oh! cruel were his parents, Who sent my love to sea, And cruel, cruel was the ship, That bore my love from me, Yet I love his parents since they're his, Although they’ve ruin'd me, And I love my love, because I know, My love loves me.

Should it please the pitying powers, To call me to the sky, It’d claim a guardian angel’s charge, Around my love to fly; To guard him from all dangers, How happy should I be! For I love my love, because I knew, My love loves me.

I’ll make a strawy garland. I’ll make it wondrous fine, With roses, lillies, daisies, I’ll mix the eglantine; And I’ll present it to my love, When he returns from, sea, For I love my love, because I know, my love loves me.