Oh Betsy she's a beauty Fair She lately come from Lincolnshire A hired servant for to be Which suited Betsy to a high degree This lady had an only son And Betsy's beauty his favor won Oh Betsy

[Verse 1] Sorry you're feeling but it lurks over me It's a beautiful pain I can't ignore Tell me why can't I have the way I want this to be Cause you know, you know that I would die to hold you S