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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.
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.
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.
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,
and lighten my heavy heart,
