And none on earth could be more constant,
Than Miles the weaver and young Sarah Bell.
Deep in each heart was true love engrafted,
They had sworn for ever to happy be,
No power on earth could those lovers sever,
They met in joy and felicity;
But they was parted, and broken hearted,
Separated was those true lovers far,
Those constant lovers adorned each other,
And love will penetrate through iron bars.