Blaeberries, or, The highland laird's courtship to a farmer's daughter/Edward and Betsy

EDWARD AND BETSY

YOung Edward was faithful, & Betsy was true,
⁠when war call’d her soldier away,
She parted in tears, and he sigh’d out adieu,
⁠and they never more met from that day.

For courage,with Edward there’s few could compare,
⁠but his foes would not favour the brave,
When dying, his Betsy alone was his care,
⁠he blest her, then sunk to his grave.

The wars were all over, still constant her heart,
⁠now expected her soldier’s return,
Poor maiden, how wilt thou survive the keen smart,
⁠thy Edward in tears thou' wilt mourn.

The news soon arriv’d that her foldier was slain,
⁠O Edward ! She faultering cry’d,
We’ll meet in a world where we’ll ne’er part again,
⁠then fainting, she droop’d and she dy’d.