| One morning very early, one morning in the spring
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| I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing
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| Her chains she rattled on her hands while sweetly thus sang she
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| She sang «I love my love because I know my love loves me»
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| «Cruel were his parents who sent my love to sea
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| And cruel, cruel was the ship that bore my love from me
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| Yet I love his parents since they’re his, although they’ve ruined me
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| And I love my love because I know my love loves me»
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| «Should it please the pitying powers to call me to the sky
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| I’ll claim a guardian angel’s charge around my love to fly
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| To guard him from all dangers, how happy I should be
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| Because I love my love and I know my love loves me»
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| «I'll make a strawy garland, I’ll make it wondrous fine
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| With roses, lilies, daisies I’ll mix the eglantine
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| And I’ll present it to my love when he returns home from sea
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| For I love my love and I know my love loves me»
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| «Oh if I were a little bird to build upon his breast
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| Or if I were a nightingale to sing my love to rest
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| To gaze upon his lovely eyes all my reward should be
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| For I love my love and I know my love loves me»
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| «Oh if I were an eagle to soar into the sky
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| I’d gaze around with piercing eyes where I my love might spy
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| But ah, unhappy maiden, that love you will never ever see
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| Yet I love my love and I know my love loves me»
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| I love my love because I know my love loves me
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| (I love my love and I know my love loves me) |