BETSEY BAKER.
AIR.———“ Push about the Jorum.”
As Sung by Mr. Potts, Theatrical Pavilion Glasgow.
From noise and bustle far away,
Hard work my time employing,
How happily I passed each day,
Content and health enjoying;
The birds did sing and so did I,
As I trudged o’er each acre,
I never knew what ’twas to sigh,
Till I saw Betsey Baker.
At church I met her dressed so neat,
One Sunday in hot weathr
With love I found my heart did beat,
As we sung psalms together.
So piously she hung her head,
The while her voice did shake, ah!
I thought if ever I did wed,
’Twould be with Betsey Baker.
So from her side I could not budge,
And sure I thought no harm on’t,
My elbow then she gave a nudge,
And bade me mind the sarment.
When church was over out she walked,
But I did overtake her,
Determined I would not be baulked,
———I spoke to Betsey Baker.
