by Anonymous / Unidentified Author and sometimes misattributed to Victor Neuberg (1873 - 1940)

Language: English 
One morning very early, one morning in the spring,
I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing.
Her chains she rattled on her hands while sweetly thus sang 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, although they've ruined me,
And I love my love because I know my love loves me.

 ... 

Oh if I were an eagle to soar in to 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 because I know my love loves me.
Note from the Haydn song: "Said to have been written in Bedlam by a Negro"

Composition:

    Set to music by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Gramachree", Hob. XXXIa:13bis, JHW. XXXII/3 no. 214, stanzas 1-2,6 [ voice and piano ]

Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
  • sometimes misattributed to Victor Neuberg (1873 - 1940)

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 271