Here's my sister Betsy


Verse 1

Here's my sister Betsy, much younger than I am,
Had nine or ten offers, and yet she denied them;
Before she was twenty she'd a son and a daughter,
Here am I, six and thirty, and had not one offer.


A linman, a tinman, a tinker, a tailor,
A feller, a peller, a ploughboy, a sailor,
Gentle or simple, or foolish or witty,
Me die an old maid! Pray, take me for pity.

Verse 2

I'll make a good wife, I won't scold nor be jealous,
I'll give him some money to spend at the alehouse,
While I stay at home, both busy and saving,
So judge me, my friend, if I'm not worth your having.