K. William & the plowman, or, Industry rewarded/Blink over the burn, sweet Betty

Blink over the Burn, Sweet BETTY.

IN Summer I mawed my meadows,
in Harvest I shure my corn,
In Winter I married a widow,
I wish I was free the morn.

Blink over the burn sweet Betty,
blink over the burn to me,
O it is a thousand pities,
but I was a widow for thee,

FINIS.