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"