Blackberry Fold

A squire and his sister were sitting in the hall
Asinging together when they heard someone call
As they were a-singing their morning song
Young Betsy, the milkmaid, came walking along
"Do you want any milk, sir?" Young Betsy she did say
"Oh yes," said the squire, "come in, my fair maid
Oh, you're the young woman that I do adore
So be my lover," the squire did implore
"Oh, hold your tongue, squire, and let me go free
And don't make so light of my poverty
There's ladies of honour more suited to you
Than I, a poor woman, with milking to do."
Then a ring from off his finger he instantly drew
And right in the middle he broke it in two
One half he gave to her, as I have been told
And they both walked together in Blackberry Fold
In Blackberry Fold their hearts did entwine
And he asked her again, "Will you be mine?"
Well, the answer she gave, her answer was yes
And they both of them felt like they had been blessed
A parson was called for this couple to wed
That they might enjoy their marriage bed
He's married young Betsy, his bride to adore
As it never mattered that she was born poor
For in Blackberry Fold their hearts did entwine
And he asked her again, "Will you be mine?"
Well, the answer she gave, her answer was yes
And they both of them felt like they had been blessed