Jingle chains
Is for me no better music than this sound of strange.
Ring-ding-ding, ring-ding-ding - shackles on my feet.
I was born to be a slave and take this heavy bit.
When I go, when I go, when I go around,
I'm afraid of nobbling and be falling to the ground.
Be you pet, be you maid, be you lovely wive,
Now I'd happy that I stand the slave you for my life.
Who are you? Who I am? Master and slavegirl!
I forever chained for you, and told you of my purl!
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