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 My sunshine Bet, she made her choice— A good man he, and true; And 'neath my fond contented eyes Their pretty courtship grew.

When, from the winding road, a foot Stole by my garden gate, And by my door a honey voice Did whisper long and late.

And oft a cloth of lavender Young pedlar John would bear, And oft a silken ribbon long To bind my child’s soft hair.

Oh, bitter was the secret shame He hid beneath his load, My sunshine Bet is far away Upon the gypsies' road. My pretty Bet has strayed away Upon the winding road.

I have two sorrows in my heart, To wear me night and day— My Jock, and little Roy, who runs Beside my knee at play.