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The Innocent MAID in BEDLAM.
O Pity an innocent maiden,in Bedlam I lie confin'd,With sorrow and grief overlaiden,and sorely disturbed in mind;My love he was surely prest from me.they've sent my love over the main;And I shall never be happy,till Billy comes home again.
Press-masters, Why are you so cruel?to send my dear creature away.Oh! Why do you seek my ruin?a sad, yea, unfortunate day:In Bedlam here, I am lamenting,in show'rs of tears I do complain,For why, I ne'er shall be contented,till Billy comes home again.
My snow white hands shall toil,in brading each silver straw,Who knows but in a little time,I may set out a man of war!Yea, rigging with cables and anchors,with which I shall cross the main:O ten thousand lists will I venture,to bring my love back again.
I'll shake off each iron fetter,and lighten my heavy heart,
