On our farmer's daughter living near
A dreadful story you soon shall hear
For she was bound to serve
Alling loudly there she did knock and call
I hear you want to serve and she said
And the squire had one only son
Betsy being both blind and fair,
This poor boy's heart she didn't snare.
Sunday evening he took his time,
But the old woman hearing him say so,
Oh, we must contrive to send her away to be a slave all in
Monday morning this old wo
Betsy go gather up your clothes
They went until they'd come unto
Ships were sailing all up and down
A ship was hailed and in she went
Betsy sailored then in discontent
A few days later this old woman come home,
Your heart's delight is all on the sea,
For I'd rather see my son lying dead,
Than see him married to a serving man.
A few days later this poor boy fell sick, so very sad,
though all they tried, he called on
And when she saw her son lying dead,
she wrung her hands and she tore her head.
If I could see my son rise again,