| Oh my name is Betsy Bell in the Gallowgate I dwell
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| No doubt you’ll wonder what I’m doing here
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| But if you wait a while, sure my tale I’ll tell to thee
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| It’s a tale no doubt you’ll think it’s very queer
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| For I’m looking for a lad he may be good or bad
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| I’m going to take the first one that I see
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| He may be young or old or grey headed, frank or bald
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| It’s anything that wears the breeks for me
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| Oh but of lads I’ve had my share, sure, I’ve had a score or mair
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| But how they threw me off I didn’t know
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| For I’m neither prude nor shy that the lads should pass me by
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| Oh I wonder what’s to do with all the men
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| Now as I went out last nicht, sure I met with Sandy Wricht
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| An he hauled me in as I was passing by
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| He asked me if I’d wed and this is what I said
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| «Man, if you are quite agreeable so am I»
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| Oh I was so proud of the chance, sure, with joy it made me dance
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| The marriage it was to be right there and then
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| But when I got my marriage frock, oh! |
| he said it was all a joke
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| Oh I wonder what’s to do with all the men
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| Oh but of lads I’ve had my share, sure, I’ve had a score or mair
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| But how they threw me off I didn’t know
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| For I’m neither prude nor shy that the lads should pass me by
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| Oh I wonder what’s to do with all the men
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| But if there’s any laddie here who would like a little dear
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| A widower or a bachelor though he be
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| If for marriage he is bent, then I’d give him my consent
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| It’s not every day you’ll get a chance like me
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| For I can weave an I can work, I can sew and mend a sark
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| I’m as thrifty as any lass I know
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| For on the nail I’ll hang but if I get a leave to sing
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| Oh I wonder what’s to do with all the men
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| Oh but of lads I’ve had my share, sure, I’ve had a score or mair
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| But how they threw me off I didn’t know
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| For I’m neither prude nor shy that the lads should pass me by
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| Oh I wonder what’s to do with all the men |