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Tune.—‘Head man at Mrs. Grundy’s.’

From noise and bustle far away hard work my time employing,
How happily did I pass each day, content and health enjoying;
The birds did sing and so did I, as I trudg’d o’er each acre,
I never knew what ’twas to sigh till I saw Betsey Baker.

At church I met her drest so neat, one Sunday in hot weather,
With love I found my heart did beat, as we sung psalms together,
So piously she hung her head, the while her voice did shake, ah!
I thought if ever I did wed, ’twould be with Betsey Baker.

From her side I could not budge, and sure I thought no harm on’t,
My elbow then she gave a nudge, and bade me mind the garment;