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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?

Bedlam's Porter, be my comforter,

and from this dungeon set me free,

r bring me to my dearest jewel,

that I once more his face may see.

deep despair this Lady fair,

in Bedlam died as I heard say;

that very night her faithful lover,

in Biscay-bay was cast away.

lamentation and great vexation,

her mother cry'd, my child is dead;

prov’d her ruin and sad undoing,

day her blood lies on my head.