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Title
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Rich merchant's daughter
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Singer
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Simpson, Mary Mrs.
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
It's of a rich merchant in London did dwell,
And he had a daughter, a beautiful girl;
She had a loving sweetheart, her parents much to blame -
Her own father's apprentice, young William by name.
Verse 2
As soon as her father he came for to know,
That he courted his daughter, and darling also;
He had her confined, locked up in her room,
With bread and cold water once a day was her doom.
Verse 3
The doctor was sent for without more delay,
To see this young damsel lay dying away -
'O doctor, dear doctor, my pain you can't move,
You see I am dying for the favour of love.'
Verse 4
Then William was sent for without more delay,
To see his young sweetheart lay dying away -
'O William, dear William, my pain you can't move,
It was my cruel father sent me to my doom.'
