Betsy Baker - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
BETSY BAKER. 
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 Betsy Baker; I never knew what 'twas to sigh till I Baw Betsy Baker. 
At church I met her, dressed so neat, one Sunday in hot weather; With love I found my heart did beat as we sung the 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 Betsy Baker; I thought if ever I did wed, 'twould be with Betsy Baker. 
From her side I could not budge, and sure I thought no harm on't, My elbhow 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 Betsy Baker. 
Her manners were genteel and cool, I found, on conversation, She'd just come from a 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 shan't," says Betsy Baker. 
All my entreaties she did slight, and I was forced to leave her; I got no sleep all that their night, for love had brought a" fever; The doctor came, he smelt his cane, with long face like a quaker; Said be, "Young man, pray, where's thy pain?" Says I, "Sir, Betsy Baker." 
Because I was not bad enough, he bolused and he pilled me; And if I'd taken all his stuff, I think he must ha' killed me; I put an end to all the strife 'twist him and the undertaker, And what d'ye think 'twas saved my life? why thoughts of Betsy Baker. 
I then again to Betsy went, once more with love attacked her, But meantime she got acquainted wi' a ramping mad play-actor. If she would have him, he did say, a lady he would make her; he gammoned her to run away, and I lost Betsy Baker. 
I fretted very much to find my hopes of love so undone, And mother thought 'twould ease my mind if I came up to London. But though I strive another way, my thoughts will ne'er forsake her; I dream all night And think all day of cruel Betsy Baker.