The Rake: I have snipped your wingspan my precious captive swan Here all clipped of kickstand your spirit won't last long Don't you lift a finger, don't you snap and jaw Limber limbs akimbo rest till rubbing raw
Margaret: O my own true love, o my own true love Can you hear me love, can you hear me love?
The Rake: Don't hold out for rescue none can hear your call Till I have wrest and wrecked you behind these fortress walls
Margaret: O my own true love, o my own true love Can you hear me love, can you hear me love?