—Barnes, Surrey (A. B. Gomme).
Rise up, rise up, Betsy Brown,
To see your father go through the town.
I won’t rise up upon my feet,
To see my father go through the street.
Rise up, rise up, Betsy Brown,
To see your mother go through the town.
I won’t rise up upon my feet,
To see my mother go through the street.
[Then follow verses for sister, brother, and lover. When this last is sung, she says—]
I will rise up upon my feet,
To see my lover go through the street.
—Ninfield, Sussex, about sixty years ago (Charles Wise).