A Maid in Bedlam

Abroad as I was walking one evening in the spring
 I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing
 Her chains she rattled on her hands, and thus replied 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 was the sailing ship that bore my love from me
 Yet I love his parents since their his, although they've ruined me
 I love my love because I know my love loves me
 With straw I'll weave a garland, I'll weave it wondrous fine
 With roses, lilies, daisies I'll mix the eglantine
 And I'll present it to my love when he returns from sea
 I love my love because I know my love loves me"
 Just as she sat there weeping, her love, he came on land
 Then hearing she was in Bedlam he ran straight out of hand
 He flew into her snow-white arms, and thus replied he
 "I love my love because I know my love loves me"
 She said, "My love, don't frighten me, are you my love or no?"
 "Oh yes, my dearest Nancy, I am your love also
 I am returned to make amends for all your injury
 I love my love because I know my love loves me
 I love my love because I know my love loves me"