An image should appear at this position in the text. To use the entire page scan as a placeholder, edit this page and replace "{{missing image}}" with "{{raw image|Innocent maid in Bedlam.pdf/2}}". Otherwise, if you are able to provide the image then please do so. For guidance, see Wikisource:Image guidelines and Help:Adding images. |  |
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,
