Betsy Bell

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Now as I went out last nicht, sure I met with Sandy Wricht
And 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"

[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 5]
But if there's any laddie here who would like a little dear
A widower or a bachelor though he be
If of marriage he is bent, then I'd give him my consent
It's not every day you'll get a chance like me

[Verse 6]
For I can weave and 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

[Chorus]
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
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