Lyrics: Ben Walker
Music: Ben Walker
Take care sweet maid for you are young
A man’s deluding flattering tongue
Did bring me down to grief and shame
Betsy Watson was my name
At rest with him I ne’er could be,
Until he had his will of me,
Disregarded everywhere
My grave was more that I could bear.
Dressed all in white, a comely show
To take us to the grave below
On Humber bank where billows roar
We parted there to meet no more
These cheeks of mine once blooming red
Lie cold and mingled with the dead
From rolling waves to bed of clay
No rest for me till judgement day
So pretty maid more cautious be
Remember how he slighted me
My ghost, my ghost and infant child
Will haunt him till he too dies cold