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 And with part of fat Toby he form'd this brown jug. Now sacred to friendship, to mirth and mild ale, So here's to my lovely sweet Nan of the vale.





THE MAID IN BEDLAM.

One morning very early, One morning in the spring, I heard a maid in Bedlam, Who mournfully did sing, Her chains she rattled in her hands, While sweetly thus sung she, I love my love, because I know My love loves me.

Oh cruel were his parents Who sent my love to sea, And cruel, cruel was the ship That bore my love from me. Yet I love his parents since they're his, Although they've ruin'd me, And I love my love, because I know My love loves me.