Abroad as I was walking,one evening in the spring
I heard a maid in bedlam,so sweetly she did sing
Her chains she rattled in her hands,and thus replied she
I love my love because I know,my love loves me.
How cruel were his parents, that sent my love to sea
And cruel was the galleon, that bore my love from me
But I love his parents since they're his,although they ruined me
I love my love because I know,my love loves me.
With straw I'll weave a garland,and craft it very fine
With roses, daisies, lilies, I'll make 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 there stood weeping, her love he came on land
And 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
And now these two are married,and happy may they be
Like turtledoves together,in peace and unity
While pretty maids with patience wait,who have got loves at sea
I love my love because I know,my love loves me.
