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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 rattl’d on her hands,
while sweetly thus sung she,
I love my love, because I know
my love loves me.
one morning in the spring,
I heard a maid in Bedlam,
who mournfully did sing:
Her chains she rattl’d on 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,
altho’ they’ve ruin’d me.
For I love my love, &c.
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,
altho’ they’ve ruin’d me.
For I love my love, &c.
Oh! should it please the pitying pow’rs
to call me to the sky,
I'd claim a guardian angel's charge
around my love to fly,
For to guard him from all dangers;
How happy should I be!
For I love my love, &c.
to call me to the sky,
I'd claim a guardian angel's charge
around my love to fly,
For to guard him from all dangers;
How happy should I be!
For I love my love, &c.
I'll make a strawy garland,
I'll make it wondrous fine;
With rodes, 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, &c.
I'll make it wondrous fine;
With rodes, 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, &c.
O if I were a little bird,
to build upon his breast!
Or if I were a nightingale,
to sing my love to rest;
To gaze upon his lovely eyes,
all my reward should be,
For I love my love, &c.
to build upon his breast!
Or if I were a nightingale,
to sing my love to rest;
To gaze upon his lovely eyes,
all my reward should be,
For I love my love, &c.
O if I were an eagle,
to soar into the sky!
I’d gaze around, with piercing eyes,
where I my love might spy:
But ah! unhappy maiden,
that love you ne’er shall see!
Yet I love my love, &c.
to soar into the sky!
I’d gaze around, with piercing eyes,
where I my love might spy:
But ah! unhappy maiden,
that love you ne’er shall see!
Yet I love my love, &c.
Whilst thus she sung, lamenting,
her love was come on shore:
He heard she was in Bedlam,
then did he ask no more,
But straight he flew to find her,
while thus replied he,
I love my love, &c.
her love was come on shore:
He heard she was in Bedlam,
then did he ask no more,
But straight he flew to find her,
while thus replied he,
I love my love, &c.
O Sir, do not affright me
are you my love, or not?
Yes, yes my dearest Molly!
I fear’d I was forget;
But now I’m to make amends
for all your injury:
And I love my love, because I’ve found
my love loves me.
are you my love, or not?
Yes, yes my dearest Molly!
I fear’d I was forget;
But now I’m to make amends
for all your injury:
And I love my love, because I’ve found
my love loves me.
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