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2 There were a carpenter who had a son, And Betsy's beauty shines so clear,
It drawed his heart all in a snare.
3 As they was talking on the bed,
He said: Betsy, Betsy, I love you dear
And I intend to make you my wife.
So here's old mother. Dear mother rose up.
4 Come Betsy, Betsy, come go with me, Come wait on me one day or two.
So when his dear mother returned back,
He says: Dear mother, you're welcome back,
But what keeps Betsy so long behind ?
5 O son, O son, said she,
Your love to Betsy's great, I see,
But you may love no more, for your love's in vain,
For Betsy's sailing on the main.
6 O he looked sad and hung down his head,
And all the mirth it died, wouldn't make him glad. He was heard to cry in slumbering dream: O Betsy, Betsy, for you I die.
7 He sent for doctors for one year To try their skill.
Dear doctor, your skill's in vain, There's none like Betsy to save my pain.