Bohemian legends and other poems/At the Church Door

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AT THE CHURCH DOOR.

He—Now they lead my loved one to the church door;
Now then you are mine, beloved,
Now you are mine.

She—Not yet am I yours, loved, not yet;
I am still my mother’s own.

He—Now they lead my loved one to the altar;
Now then you are mine, beloved,
Now you are mine.

She—Not yet am I yours, beloved, not yet;
I am still my mother’s own.

He—Now I lead my loved one from the altar;
Now then you are mine, beloved,
Now you are mine.

She—Now then I am yours, beloved, alone;
Now I am no more mamma’s.