betsy the serving maid chords by Martin Simpson

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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On our farmer's daughter living near
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A dreadful story you soon shall hear
All off to
London she made her way
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For she was bound to serve
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it made to be
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She went until she come
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unto some squires
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Alling loudly there she did knock and call
I hear you want to serve and she said
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Betsy, you serve in
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And the squire had one only son
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And very soon
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Betsy's heart he won
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Betsy being both blind and fair,
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This poor boy's heart she didn't snare.
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So on
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Sunday evening he took his time,
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An d unto
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Betsy he told his mind.
He swore by oats,
he swore by stars above,
Did you sweet
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Betsy, did you I love?
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But the old woman hearing him say so,
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It filled her heart with
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both grief and woe.
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Oh, we must contrive to send her away to be a slave all in
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her married cave
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So on
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Monday morning this old wo
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man arose crying,
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Betsy go gather up your clothes
I am going, some friends
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to see and only you
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Betsy shall go with me
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They went until they'd come unto
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some seaport town
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Ships were sailing all up and down
A ship was hailed and in she went
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Poor
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Betsy sailored then in discontent
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A few days later this old woman come home,
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It's welcome home,
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mother cried her son,
Welcome home,
mother on every side,
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But where is
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Betsy, the serving man?
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Oh son, oh son, oh son,
said she,
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Your heart's delight is all on the sea,
For I'd rather see my son lying dead,
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Than see him married to a serving man.
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A few days later this poor boy fell sick, so very sad,
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all in bed was he.
They could not cure him,
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though all they tried, he called on
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Betsy and then he died.
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And when she saw her son lying dead,
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she wrung her hands and she tore her head.
If I could see my son rise again,
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I'd send for
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Betsy and cross the
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