Betsy Baker - Bellowhead
From noise and bustle far away
As I walked over every 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 a hot weather
With love I found my heart did beat
As we sang salms together
So modestly she turned her head
The while her voice did quaver
I thought if ever I did wed
To 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
As I walked toward each acre
I never knew what it was to sigh
Till I saw Betsy Baker
At last she got acquainted
With a ramping 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
As 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
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
