| It was on one Monday morning and oh and it was soon
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| I bought my pretty Betty a pair of new shoes
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| A pair of new shoes and slippers also
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| But I lost my pretty Betty by courting too slow
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| I lost my pretty Betty by courting too slow
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| I bought my pretty Betty a garland of green
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| And ribbons that you wear so fair to be seen
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| And rings for her fingers all made of glittering gold
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| But I lost my pretty Betty by not being bold
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| I lost my pretty Betty by not being bold.
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| It was on one Tuesday evening and oh and it was late
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| I fain would have kissed her but I was too straight
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| I was thinking how to gain her consent to be true
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| But I lost my pretty Betty by courting too slow
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| I lost my pretty Betty by courting too slow.
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| For in there come a sailor all in his tarry trews
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| He went into the chamber where my true love was
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| He kissed her and he clapped her he flattered her so
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| He fair won the day by my courting too slow
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| He fair won the day by my courting too slow.
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| So come all you bold fellows and pray take my advice
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| And when you go a-courting now don’t you be too nice
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| But you kiss all them pretty girls and you let them for to know
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| That you don’t mean to lose them by courting too slow
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| That you don’t mean to lose them by courting too slow. |