Letras
Oh, the grazier's daughter living near
Oh, fair young damsel as you shall hear
It's off to London she did go
To seek for service as you shall know
Her master having but one son
Oh, she being fair, his heart she won
Young Betsy being so very fair
She drawed his heart into a snare
One Sunday evening he stole her time
And unto Betsy told his mind
"By all the swearing powers above
'Tis you, fair Betsy, 'tis you I love"
His mother then being standing nigh
Hearing these words that her son did say
Next morning by the break of day
Unto fair Betsy she took away
Saying, "Rise up, rise up, my fair Betsy
And dress yourself most gallantly
For it's to the country you must go
All along with me for one day or two"
And as they were a-crossing o'er the plain
They spied some ship sailing on the main
No wit, no wit, could this poor woman have
But to sell poor Betsy to be a slave
And in a few days after the mother returns
And it's "Welcome mother", replies the son
"But tell me, tell me true, I pray
Oh, where is Betsy behind you say?"
"Oh son, oh son, I plainly see
The love you bear for poor Betsy
But your sobbing and sighing are all in vain
Young Betsy's sailing across the main"
And in a few days after the son lies sick
No sort of music his heart would take
But he often sigh and he often cry
"Oh, Betsy, Betsy, I shall die"
And in a few days after the son lies dead
Mother wrings her hands and she tears her hair
"If I could bring back my son again
I'd send for Betsy across the main"
Oh, the grazier's daughter living near
Oh, fair young damsel as you shall hear
It's off to London she did go
To seek for service as you shall know