Margaret in Captivity

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
Wrists still rubbing raw

Margaret:
Oh my own true love
Oh 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:
Oh my own true love
Oh my own true love
Can you hear me love?
Can you hear me love?