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And presently send him a letter,
and tell him what pain and smart;
Lately caused by his absence,
which makes me in tears complain,
For why, I shall never be happy,
till Billy comes home again.

My heart it has more upon it,
than a maid is able to bear;
I'll sit down and sing a sonnet
of Billy my only dear:
Each night I dream that I’m with him,
in tempest of wind and rain;
But O if I could but see him,
then I should be happy again.

Now Bedlam I will split asunder,
hark, hark how the chamber rings,
The eagle’s nest I will plunder,
and borrow her spreading wings:
I’ll mount the wide air for my jewel
and swiftly fly over the main;
Though fortune at present be cruel,
I hope I shall see him again.

As she in tears was lamenting,
the young man a letter had penn'd,
And sent it away to his discontented,
by the hand of a faithful friend:
It was writ by thine own dear jewel,
I'd have thee no more to complain;
Though fortune at present be cruel,
I hope that we shall meet again.