Betsy Baker - Bellowhead

From noise and bustle far away,

As I walked over each acre,

I never knew what it was to sigh,

Till I saw 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 sang psalms together.

So modestly she turned her head,

The while her voice did quaver,

I thought if ever I did wed,

T’would be with Betsy Baker.

When church was over, out she went,

But I did follow after,

Determined I would not be baulked,

I spoke to Betsy Baker.

But all my entreaties she did slight,

And I was forced to leave her,

I got not sleep at all that night,

For love had brought a fever.

From noise and bustle far away,

And I walked over each acre,

I never knew what it was to sigh,

Till I saw Betsy Baker.

At last she got acquainted,

With a rambling mad play actor,

He gammoned her to run away,

And I lost Betsy Baker.

But though I strive another way,

My heart will never foresake her,

I dream all night and think all day,

Of cruel Betsy Baker.

From noise and bustle far away,

And I walked over each acre,

I never knew what it was to sigh,

Never knew what it was to sigh,

Never knew what it was to sigh,

Till I saw Betsy Baker.

Ooooh,

Aaaah,

Ooooh,

Aaaah.

Ooooh,

Aaaah,

Ooooh,

Aaaah.

From noise and bustle far away,

And I walked over each acre,

I never knew what it was to sigh,

Till I saw Betsy,

Baker.