Bet Sweet Blossom

No more I'll court the town-bred fair,

Who shines in artificial beauty;

For native charms without compare,

Claim all my love, respect, and duta.

Oh! my bonny Bet, sweet blossom

Was I a king so proud to wear thee,

From off the verdant couch I'd bear thee,

To grace thy faithful lover's bosom

Yet ask me where those beauties lie

I cannot say in smile or dimple,

In blooming cheek or redient eye,

'Tis happy nature wild and simple.

Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.

Let dainty beaux for ladies pine,

And sigh in numbers trite and common;

Ye gods! one darling wish be mine,

And all I ask is lovely woman.

Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.

Come dearest girl the rosy bowl,

Like thy bright eye with pleasure dancing;

My heaven art thou so take my soul,

With rapture every sense entrancing.

Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.