THE
MAID IN BEDLAM.
One 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.
