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 3 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 ,

Why, thoughts of Betsey Baker.

I then again to Betsey went,

Once more with love attacked her,

But, meantime, she had got acquaint

With a ramping mad play-actor: