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Oh my name is Betsy Bell in the Gallowgate I dwell |
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No doubt you'll wonder what I'm doing here |
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But if you wait a while, sure my tale I'll tell to thee |
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It's a tale no doubt you'll think it's very queer |
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For I'm looking for a lad he may be good or bad |
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I'm going to take the first one that I see |
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He may be young or old or grey headed, frank or bald |
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It's anything that wears the breeks for me |
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Oh but of lads I've had my share, sure, I've had a score or mair |
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But how they threw me off I didn't know |
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For I'm neither prude nor shy that the lads should pass me by |
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Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men |
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Now as I went out last nicht, sure I met with Sandy Wricht |
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An he hauled me in as I was passing by |
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He asked me if I'd wed and this is what I said |
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"Man, if you are quite agreeable so am I" |
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Oh I was so proud of the chance, sure, with joy it made me dance |
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The marriage it was to be right there and then |
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But when I got my marriage frock, oh! he said it was all a joke |
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Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men |
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Oh but of lads I've had my share, sure, I've had a score or mair |
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But how they threw me off I didn't know |
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For I'm neither prude nor shy that the lads should pass me by |
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Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men |
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But if there's any laddie here who would like a little dear |
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A widower or a bachelor though he be |
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If for marriage he is bent, then I'd give him my consent |
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It's not every day you'll get a chance like me |
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For I can weave an I can work, I can sew and mend a sark |
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I'm as thrifty as any lass I know |
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For on the nail I'll hang but if I get a leave to sing |
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Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men |
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Oh but of lads I've had my share, sure, I've had a score or mair |
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But how they threw me off I didn't know |
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For I'm neither prude nor shy that the lads should pass me by |
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Oh I wonder what's to do with all the men |
