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 I heard a maid in Bedlam,
 * who mournfully sing

Her chains she rattled in her hand,
 * while mournfully thus sang sae,

I love my love became 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.

O should it please the pitying powers,
 * to call me to the sky,

I’d claim a guardian angel’s charge,
 * around my love to fly;

To guard him from all dangers,
 * how happy ray love to fly.

For I love my love, because I know,
 * my love loves me.

I’ll make a strawy garland.
 * I’ll make it wondrous fine,