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 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.