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Her manners were genteel and cool,
I found on conversation,
She had just come from boarding-school,
And finished her education:
But love made me speak out quite free;
Says I, “I’ve many an acre,
Will you give me your company?”
———“I sha’nt,” said Betsey Baker.
All my entreaties she did slight,
And I was forced to leave her,
I got no sleep all that there night,
For love had brought a fever.
The doctor came, he smelt his cane,
With long face like a quaker,
Said he, “young man, where lies thy pain?”
Says I, “In Betsey Baker.”
Because I was not bad enough,
He boluss'd and he pill’d me,
And if I’d taken all his stuff,
I think he would ha’ kil'd me ;
I put an end to all the strife,
’Twixt him and the undertaker,
And what d'ye think ’twas saved my ⟨life⟩,
———Why, thoughts of Betsey Baker.
I then again to Betsey went,
Once more with love attacked her,
But, meantime, she had got acquaint
