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4 "O no, kind sir, that I do disdain; It's for my honor you'll never stain. There's ladies near you whose companion be; Therefore, young man, you'll be gone from me.
5 His mother she'd been listening In the next room;
She bore it constantly in her mind To rob him of his heart's design.
6 'Twas in the morning when she arose, She says to Betsy, "Put on your best clothes; Unto the country you must go
For to wait upon me one day or so."
7 She dressed herself up in rich array, And with her mistress she went away. The ship's lying wavering all on the down; To a strange country poor Betsy is bound.
In a short while after his mother came home. "You're welcome, dear mother," he said, "But where is Betsy, your servant maid?"
9 "O son, dear son, now I plainly see It was your love you had for Betsy. But love no more, it is all in vain, For Betsy is crossing the raging main."
io A short while after, the boy took ill; No one on earth could make him well, For Betsy's beauty it shined so clear It drew his heart fast in a sneer.
ii Doctors were sent for immediately To use their medicine and industerry. "But doctor, doctor, your skill is in vain, For Betsy's crossing the raging main."
12 The doctors' skill could grant no relief; He filled with sorrow and died in grief.