Old covent garden fare thee well

Adieu to old Long Acre.

I never knew what it was to sigh

Till I saw Betsy Baker.

At Church I met her dressed so neat

One Sunday in hot weather.

With love I found my heart did beat

As we sang psalms tohether.

When Church was over out she walked

And I did overtake her,

Determined i would not be baulked

I spoke to Betsy Baker.

She blushed and seemed to shy for talk

But quickly I did make her.

Says “I me dear, would you take a walk”,

“I shan’t said Betsy Baker.

At last she got aquainted with

A ramping mad play actor.

He gammoned her for to run away,

So I lost Betsy Baker.

My mother said t’would ease my mind.

All quickly to forget her.

But I think all day and I dream all night,

About that Betsy Baker.