Sometimes I’m turned by tears and pleadin’;
But here you’ll find that I am stun.
Ah, yes! B. Bobbet I’ll remain,
Unless I see my duty plain.
You needn’t lay no underhanded
Plots to ketch me—men, desist,
Or in the dust you will be landed,
For to the last I will resist;
For Betsey Bobbet I’ll remain,
Unless I see my duty plain.