tis eig,

    the sky is blue,

    t in t air,

    s from nobody knows where;

    ,

    halloo! halloo! a long halloo!

    --le t your door,

    means tle, Betty Foy?

    y fret?

    And w

    boy?

    Beneat s,

    till sired, let Betty Foy

    it and stirrup ?ddle-faddle;

    But w upon a saddle

    boy?

    ts out of bed;

    Good Betty! put him down again;

    you,

    But, Betty! w o do

    itirrup, saddle, or h rein?

    tis very idle,

    Betime of night;

    t a mot one,

    But w you have done,

    Oty s.

    But Bettys bent on ent,

    For her good neighbour, Susan Gale,

    Old Susan, she who dwells alone,

    Is sick, and makes a piteous moan,

    As if her very life would fail.

    t a hin a mile.

    No o ress:

    Old Susan lies a bed in pain,

    And sorely puzzled are twain,

    For w s guess.

    And Bettys  the wood,

    h abide,

    A ant vale;

    to help poor Susan Gale,

    must be done? ide?

    And Betty from tched

    is mild and good,

    her he be in joy or pain,

    Feeding at he lane,

    Or bringing faggots from the wood.

    And ravelling trim,

    And by t, Betty Foy

    ,

    t,

    boy.

    And  post  delay

    Across ts in the dale,

    And by the down,

    to bring a doctor from town,

    Or she will die, old Susan Gale.

    t or spur,

    there is no need of whip or w