The MAID in BEDLAM. One morning in the ſpring, I heard a maid in bedlam. Who mournfully did ſing, Her chains ſhe tattled in her hands, 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 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 I'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 know, My love loves me. I'll make a ſtrawy garland, I'll make it wondrous fine,
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