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Like one in battle, my chains I'll rattle,
for the young man whom I do adore.
My heart’s a breaking, since I'm forsaken,
and all by my parents' cruelty.
O what care I for gold and silver,
for rubies, pearls, or precious stones,
Or what care I for worldly treasure,
since my true love is from me gone.
Like a malefactor in grief I rapture,
or like a convict in revenge;
Alas! fond love has bound me faster,
than all the strength of your Bedlam chains,
To fate resign'd, I'm here confin'd,
into this dungeon where I do ly;
Why was I born, to be forlorn,
under the frowns of tyranny?
(illegible text) Bedlam's Porter, be my comforter,
and from this dungeon set me free,
(illegible text)r bring me to my dearest jewel,
that I once more his face may see.
(illegible text) deep despair this Lady fair,
in Bedlam died as I heard say;
⟨Or⟩ that very night her faithful lover,
in Biscay-bay was cast away.
⟨With⟩ lamentation and great vexation,
her mother cry'd, my child is dead;
⟨I've⟩ prov’d her ruin and sad undoing,
⟨This⟩ day her blood lies on my head.
