Nick Janaway - 'Twas Through Moorfields I Rambled lyrics

[Verse 1] 'Twas through Moorfields I rambled by myself and all alone I heard a maid in Bedlam a-making her sad moan She was wringing of her tender hands, and a-tearing of her hair Saying, " Oh, cruel parents, you have proved to me severe She was wringing of her tender hands, and a-tearing of her hair Saying, " Oh, cruel parents, you have proved to me severe [Verse 2] It's all for my true love, your apprentice boy you know You sent him to the sea which has proved my overthrow This sad disconsolation has made me to complain Saying, ' Oh, will I ever see the man I love again? ' " [Verse 3] Twas early next morning this young sailor came on shore He walk'ed and he talk'ed down alongside Bedlam door He gave unto the porter a handsome sum of gold Saying, " Take me to my dear love, she's the joy of my soul." Saying, " Take me to my dear love, she's the joy of my soul." [Verse 4] I am the young man that your father sent to sea But I have returned all for the love of thee If this is true, she said, then all my sorrows they are fled I'll bid farewell these chains, and this cold strawy bed [Verse 5] I am the young man that your father sent to sea But I have returned all for the love of thee If this is true, she said, then all my sorrows they are fled I'll bid farewell these chains, and this cold strawy bed [Outro] So it's through Moorfields I ramble by myself and all alone Yes it's through Moorfields I ramble, by myself and all alone