Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy/The Fair Maid in Bedlam

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YOU fair maids of England and Ireland also,
Come listen a while and soon you shall know,
How I have been wounded, and in love I’ve been slain
In the strong walls of bedlam I’m forc’d to remain.

When first I was courted by my love an Irish boy,
He call’d'me his jewel, his delight, and his joy;
In fair Dublin city, that place of great fame,
Where my bonny Irish-Boy first a courting to me came.

He talked of love, and he promised to wed,
But in short time after he stole my maidenhead;
Believe me, dear maidens, I could not forbear,
For the loving of my Irish-Boy I do declare.

Down in yon meadow I chanced for to walk,
O there I heard my lovely Irish-Boy for to talk;
Where the small birds were singing, & larks soring high,
And toy pretty Boy singing with his voice melodiously.

His teeth was like the iv’ry,his hair was lovely brown,
And o’er Iris portlie shoulders so carelessly hangs down,
Believe me dear maidens, I could not forbear.
For the loving of my Irish-Boy I do declare.

He bundled up his clothes, & to England he did fly;
I bundled up my jewels, I followed him instantly;
And when I arrived in fair London town,
O; they told me he was married to a lady of renown.

It’s now in bedlam, I am forced to remain,
For loving of an Irish-boy who was my darling swain;
In the west end of Bedlam she’s there to be feen,
O this poor distressed Irish Maid in Number Sixteen.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.