Betsey Baker (1829)/York you're wanted

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YORK, YO’URE WANTED.

AIR—“ Alley Croaker.”

FROM York I com’d up to get a place,
⁠And travelled to this town, Sir,
In Holborn I an office found
⁠Of credit and renown, Sir;
Says I, Pray, Sir, get me a place;
⁠Says he, Your prayer’s granted,
And when I meet with one that suits,
⁠I'll tell you, York, you’re wanted.

A gentleman soon hired me:
⁠I found he was a gambler;
Says he, I want a steady lad,
⁠Says I, Sir. I’m no rambler,
But if you want a knowing one,
⁠By few I am supplanted;
Oh, that is just the thing, says he
⁠So, Mr. York, you’re wanted.

Now I knew somewhat of a horse,
⁠And master just the same, Sir;
And if we did not do the fools,
⁠E’cod we’d been to blame, Sir,
At races then we both looked out,———
⁠For cash each bosom panted,———
And when we thought the flats would bite,
⁠The word was,———York, you’re wanted.

Away I went one day to see,
⁠I think ’twas the Old Bailey,
There stood the lords and lawyers grave,
⁠Trigg'd out in robes so gaily,
There stood a chap for horse stealing
⁠La———how the poor soul panted,
E’cod, I slipped out o’ court,
⁠Lest York should nest he wanted.

A maiden lady, you must know,
⁠Just sixty three years old, Sir,
There fell in love with my sweet face,
⁠And I with her sweet gold, Sir:
She said the little god of love
⁠Her tender bosom haunted,
Dear Sir, I almost blush to own,
⁠But, Mr York you’re wanted.

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And how (illegible text) how we fought,
⁠Shall n (illegible text) told, Sir;
For Mr. D(illegible text) in one day,
⁠And s(illegible text) he planted;
I wiped my ⟨eyes and⟩ thanked my (illegible text)
⁠’Twas (illegible text) York he wanted.

So, ladies, pray now guard your hearts,
⁠A secret ⟨will I⟩ tell, O;
A widower with half a plumb
⁠Must needs be a rich fellow.
With fifty thousand pounds, I think
⁠I ought not to be daunted,
Some lovely girl, I hope, ere long,
⁠Will say, Sweet York, you’re wanted.