Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy (1803)
“ 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 ”
