Betsy Bell

Oh my name is Betsy Bell in the Gallowgate I dwell

No doubt you'll wonder what I'm doing here

But if you wait a while, sure my tale I'll tell to thee

It's a tale no doubt you'll think it's very queer

For I'm looking for a lad he may be good or bad

I'm going to take the first one that I see

He may be young or old or grey headed, frank or bald

It's anything that wears the breeks for me

Oh but of lads I've had my share, sure, I've had a score or mair

But how they threw me off I didn't know

For I'm neither prude nor shy that the lads should pass me by

Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men

Now as I went out last nicht, sure I met with Sandy Wricht

An he hauled me in as I was passing by

He asked me if I'd wed and this is what I said

"Man, if you are quite agreeable so am I"

Oh I was so proud of the chance, sure, with joy it made me dance

The marriage it was to be right there and then

But when I got my marriage frock, oh! he said it was all a joke

Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men

Oh but of lads I've had my share, sure, I've had a score or mair

But how they threw me off I didn't know

For I'm neither prude nor shy that the lads should pass me by

Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men

But if there's any laddie here who would like a little dear

A widower or a bachelor though he be

If for marriage he is bent, then I'd give him my consent

It's not every day you'll get a chance like me

For I can weave an I can work, I can sew and mend a sark

I'm as thrifty as any lass I know

For on the nail I'll hang but if I get a leave to sing

Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men

Oh but of lads I've had my share, sure, I've had a score or mair

But how they threw me off I didn't know

For I'm neither prude nor shy that the lads should pass me by

Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men