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MAID IN BEDLAM.

morning very early,
 * one morning in the spring,

I heard a maid in Bedlam,
 * who mournfully did sing;

Her chains she rattled in her hand,
 * while sweetly thus sung she,

I 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,
 * altho' they've ruin'd me,

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

O should it please the pitying pow'rs
 * to call me to the skies,

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

To guard him for all dangers,
 * how happy should I be!

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